February 26, 2009


30oC.Again,the temperature is a bit hot,but with the use of a little technology,it’s just fine. Moderate and satisfying. The clock suggests it’s about 30 minutes after 3 o’clock. As usual,Fikir rests on his single couch,watching television. Roughly two hours before,he fed all twelve of his goats outside,to the right of the house. His son,lays on the 3-seater sofa to his left,playing with his new gadget,an MP3 Player. The one gigabyte audio player sure pleases the 8-year old boy. Looking at his son,Fikir got an idea on making the evening interesting.
            “Son,come here for a second please.”
            “Yes,dad.What’s wrong?”
            “Nothing’s wrong.Do you still remember the last story I told you?”
“About Fikir,Nafsa and Cantik? Of course I do! I’s a story of your teenage            
“Yes,exactly.Would you like to hear what happened next?”
*          *          *
That morning was so quiet.Only a few were walking here and there.That Saturday
morning,that cold,dark morning sure kept almost everyone unable to resist their cozy bed.So do Fikir.But his dreams died immediately by the siren,the breakfast siren.
*          *          *
            “…and spirit of patriotisme.” The oath ended.Despite his extended bedtime that morning,Fiir managed to lead the school oath,for the second time.He lead the oath slow and steady,just enough to make eye contact with some of his favourite friends.A little inspiration for a nice Wednesday.
*          *          *
            A month passes by.So fast,it feels like blowing winds,tsunami wrecking Acheh. Not much of memory can be told.Not much of progress can be seen at Fikir.Only a number of friends added into his life. But something odd happen to him,unsolved. Even Fikir himself cannot figure out what’s wrong with him.
*          *          *
            “If you want it,just do it!” the discussion at their usual ‘workplace’ made Fikir realizes what he really wanted.Fikir and Nafsa still cannot stop the ‘international outstation’,but they did cut it less.

*          *          *
            The next day,at school.Fikir tried almost everything to achieve his goal. Unfortunately,failures are the only thing he get that day. Confused, he recalls that it needs two to tango.
*          *          *
            Thump!!! Out of the blue,the 50-year old father fell forward to the ground. “Dad!Dad!!Dad!!!” Tindak tried to wake his unconscious father. His father do look weary the last few minutes but he never expected this to happen.Then,came the ambulance.Tindak was in the vehicle too. “Dad!Dad!…
*          *          *
“Dad!” Tindak is awake. He turned to the side table, searching for his round Harry Potter-like spectacles. As the view’s clearer,he looked at the round,classic-style clock. It is 3.30 in the morning. “Dad never had the chance to finish his story…” Tindak put his spectacles back to where it belongs,lies on his back,quiet. He lets his mind go deep into the darkness of the night,thinking of the past,present and the future. Then, he fell asleep.



# Actually, I don’t really understand what I have written in this second part, I don’t really
   know what I’m trying to tell. I just hope you guys enjoy the story. I have promised       
   someone to complete this story, but sorry I can’t make it good enough.

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