When

4. Riya

Broadly speaking, the days of gw in Kyoto, is a time when I am far from the frenetic memory dark gw in Indonesia. This may be called a whirlwind from heaven. I was like coming back to life, getting a chance to take a breath that felt light. Is this the life I've been living all this time?

The busyness that mounts during the lecture, piles pressure inside the head. I live it happily. Waking up to hear the chirping of birds, welcoming the rays of the sun impatiently. This happiness is meant by the reduced connection with people who remind me of Indonesia.

There are only nyokap or my sister who periodically contact and a group of old friends who have long lived in Japan. In addition, it happens to be very fun when there is no other Indonesian students in the department that I take.

I did not take the initiative to take an active role in the student association activities in Kyoto. They're too many already. They can stand alone without me. Not that I don't appreciate their existence. It only took me a moment where I really felt alone. Life becomes one individual in the midst of the activities of the majority.

After all, what does it mean when I again force myself into something familiar, when God for years I question his justice over my life, I, give me the gift to taste this new world.

So, in my first year of college, instead of spending a long time gathering with the Kyoto student union, a dinner was held to welcome us newcomers, he said, I resigned to leave early. After all we have finished eating, taking pictures together, and I have enough to absorb the important information narrated, about living as a minority and so on.

Leaving the outskirts of the Kamo river, where the event was held, I chose a straight path down a small street left right filled with shops. Blue sky and pink trees. This is spring in Japan, which is sold by tourism companies throughout Indonesia. Or the whole world.

Japanese nature has more worth than humans. This is a sarcastic thought that I suspect is very subjective; the Japanese are simply unattractive.

Footsteps carry me far away from the comfort zone, entering areas that I do not recognize. It was only about 2 weeks I lived in this foreign country at that time. Country that besides I know in history books and TV programs on Sundays, I know him a little deeper when sitting in high school. Again, doing something without a plan is better for me.

At that time, I was invited to take a Japanese class by a friend. Without a second thought, I did. The privilege of memorizing new characters is a unique thing as it turns out. Fun but strange. However, one reason why I never give up, is to learn not only through books. 3 years in High School, there are countless Japanese drama titles that I have watched. How many Japanese artists have I memorized their names and life histories.

Similarly, when I was infected with a virus that at that time the effect hit the whole world. K-POP. My college days were colored by their faces. Almost difficult to crawl out, lucky I can still escape the deadly trap and dijisuda at least still in a reasonable period of time. Those times I did not make a dark line, even a speck of bright color in a bleak life gw. And that time also led me to continue to subjective assessment of how unattractive Japanese people who are not present in the appearance of television artists.

"Arubaito. (part-time)"

I stopped in front of a box-shaped building. Several times I cast a glance at a small board and the building. What is this place? The small board inscribed with 'arubaito' was white, decorated with red lines framing the entire corner of the board, hanging on the window. The window was covered in black iron trellis. Colored with the inscription 'arubaito' inside the small board.

Without thinking long, without thinking about the consequences, such as when I agreed to take Japanese classes, I knocked on the door of the building. An old door, half of it made of glass. I thought it might be a stupid decision too. I will not even understand what these Japanese people are saying later. The door is still not open. Maybe I still have time to escape. Yeah, I just ran away.

Unfortunately, the sound of the door being shifted. Ok, my time is up. A man was standing right in front of me. It is high even though it is not towering. The shirt is gray, with dark shorts to the knee.

I saw his face. I actually had to swallow my own saliva. This guy shouldn't have walked out from behind an old sliding door. It's more worth getting off the TV screen. Gw speechless. I forgot every Japanese equivalent I learned.

His left hand rests on the door leaf, while his right hand rests on his hip. For me, the gesture is challenging. Not open. The two eyebrows that accompanied his pair of small eyes, then attracted up. This is when I realized that I had to start talking about something. Just one sentence. Perhaps in his head, he had already prepared the words to swear. It will not be shared with Gw.

"sorry, this is.. is it still looking for part-time workers?"

The look on his face changed. I know the fight doesn't look too good. But my first assessment of her vulnerability will not be corrected. His pair of dimples added to the aesthetics of this man's face. If there is a small chance that I can work here, there will always be a chance to come and eat at this restaurant. I had a chance to see the man again.

Time passed, with a relaxed movement and a cold face flat, the man came back, approaching the gw who was still waiting at the door of the restaurant. Earlier, I saw him enter the building to deliver my question earlier.

He opened the door wider. While slightly shifting his body position, he slightly bent down. Then, through one movement of his hand, which I thought was only done by British bulls in the movies, then he allowed me to enter.

It feels like laughing. What kind of a man is this? A short time but full of surprises. Cold, of course. Stiff, maybe. Typical Japanese, very stereotypical, but he's Japanese.

It's just, there is also a feeling he is like a warm ray of sunshine at 5 pm. Which makes someone willing to sit under a tree that is not too shady, then slowly glance toward the glare behind the leaves. Then the afternoon wind blew. The light also formed a twig shadow on the surface of the palm. Move slowly and then be quiet. A very ordinary circumstance, interesting to him only. But slowly a voice appeared inside his head. That's his own voice. The voice said, 'why isn't this forever?'

I walked back to the dorm. Hp I died because I forgot the dichanger since morning. Without a map on HP to check what buses I'm supposed to ride to get home, the only way to get home is to walk back down the street where I started. It's been a while since I left the restaurant.

It turns out that my assumption is still true. Don't plan, then things will be easier. My first part-time job interview call was Thursday of the same week, at 9 p.m. Lia, I said in my heart. Do not hope, then God will bring you again to the man. Sure.