Wonderful trip

It was the first time i visited my dear sister in barcelona. I followed her advice to take a train to go there. “c’mon.. take train to barcelona. It would be wonderful trip for you! I will pick you up at station.” She said.  So off went to barcelona and the journey was quite smooth. I waited and waited at train station, barcelona but my sister wa nowhere to be seen. After long wait, i decided to take a nice sip of hot strong tea at cafetaria there, i headed for cafetaria, sat down, put my bag next to me, and placed my order. “ hmmm.. this is what i call decent tea”, i said to my self. “ i’m so sick and tired of weak tea. Not bad for a small cafetaria”. It was a small one indeed. Execpt for me and gentle man sitting at the opposite table, the place seemed deserted. I spent a long for hour there until i decided not to wait for my sister anymore and started looking for her place my self. I was walking along the platform when i realized that man in thhe cafetaria walking a few meters in front of me. He was strapping a bag on his back. “wait a minute, that’s my black bag!” i said im weak voice. “ hey you stop there! That’s my bag” i shouted. The man started at me dumbfounded. “this is my bag” he said. People were gathering around us as i said, “liar, you stole my bag at the cafetaria. You...” i didnt finished my line because someone tapped my shoulder. It was one of the waitresses of the cafetaria. “ miss, i think you left ypur bag at cafetaria” she said and handed me my old black bag. OOOPPPSSS!! Just like what my sister said, this trip proved to be a “wonderful journey”. 

Risme , bekasi (C’nS Volume 5 no 39)

Wishes

I knew that levinf for school at quarter to seven was bad idea. And i arrving at school just five minute after the bell rang was even wotse. But when i commited the two sin that morning, i kind of pressed my luck hoping that everything would go smoothly. I hope that te school gate was still open. Granted, iprayed that my history teachers hadn’t arrived yet. Not granted, because as i was runing along the hall way, i could hear the voice of my history teacher giving instruction to the class. So, i made a dash for my class and said,” sorry sir.. i’m bit late”. The teachers gave me strange look. When i looked around, i saw faces that didn’t recongnize.i stood like a fool in front of them all for about two minutes before it dawned on me that i had entered the wrong classroom and that my history class in the second session, not the first!

Garnasih, bogor (C’nS Volume 5 no 39)

Sorry boss

One day, i dropped by at my friend’s house. After we takled for about an hur,she went out to buy us lunch. Before she left, i borrowed her nokia cell phone and read her funny SMSes. I had never used a Nokia cellphone before and my friend used english as the language on the cell, a lnguage that wasn’t too good at. I got bit confused. When she came back,there were about 20 incoming SMSes. Surprised, she read all of them. Most of them were short message stating how funny the joke was. We were confused. She asked me if i had sent any SMSes to her friend. I shrugged and said i really didn’t know what i had done with her cellphone. A new short text message came in and my friend was completely shocked. It was from her boss. He wrtote: “Not funny,young lady, i’m your boss, remember?” She contacted him immediately, he was very upset. He said it was impolite to send him such SMS. She asked him what kind of SMS had been sent from her cellphone. He read it to her: “ oneday, a lion,  a tiger and a fox are having a meeting in a jungle. But the meeting has been postponed because they have been waiting for the mongkey who is reading this SMS”. My friend’s face turn red. I was so ashamed. She made me apologize to her boss that very moment on the phone. The following week, when my friend and i attended a book fair, we meet her boss. She introduced me to him. The boss then looked at me and said, “ so, this is the queen of the jungle who sent me the SMS. How was meeting?”. My friend couldn’t help laughing. Me? I felt like disappering.

Ardewita, tanggerang  (C’nS Volume 5 no 39)

Cheese!

I had been invited to my diving buddy’s edding party. On the big da, i carefully preened myself losing my usually-tomboy-looks. I had on a beautiful lacy kebaya and sarong. I couldn’t wait to see what my other diving buddies would be wearing. They had promised to dress up as best as they could for the party. On the big day, the bride and the groom looked great. I decide to samplea a little fromeash dish. While munching, i saw Budi, one of my diving buddies, among several person heading for a photo session with the happy couple. I quickly put away delicious plate of lasagna, headed for podium, and struggled up the podium stairs in my costumate and high heels. When finally made it, the photographer was about to shoot. On the double, i positioned my self in front row, giving the peace sign with my fingers. When the photo session was over and i looked around, i was shocked to find myself among strangers. Except for Budi, i had no clue who the others were. Laughter brust from my diving buddies below the podium. Smiling broadly, Budi guided me down the podium to my grinning pals. “Can’t wait for your own buddies,huh? Don’t you know Budi is also one of the bride’s high school mates you were posing with!” said one of my friends. Another friend added. You know what... Several minutes know ago that guy over there asked me what your name was. He seemed bedazzled by the way you look tonight. Alas, your stage antics chaged his mind.” There werw my dignity and my good chance to meet a guy.

Gita, Jakarta (C’nS Volume 6 no 45)

The Wrong Guy at the Wrong Place

My sister, her friend, my boyfriend and i were window-shopping on a typical hot and crowed Saturday afternoon in Kota Kembang Market, Bandung. The street was packed with people on both sides. Even cars were having a hard time passing through. Knowing that it would be hard for the four of us to walk side-by-side, we walked in pairs. I was leading the group alongside my boyfried with my sister and her friend tagging along behind us. Suddenly, my sister nudged me, saying that there were cute necklaces being sold at necklace vendor. I turned around and said, “Yeah, but maybe next time.” I turned back and held my boyfriend by his arm... only to find that it wasn’t him! It was a man with a build and shirt similar to my boyfriend’s! He stared at me, probably wondering why this strange girl was ho;ding his arm. I stopped and stammere, “I’m so sorry,” and quickly walked away as my sister, her friend, and my boyfriend were gigging at me. What an embarrasing moment.

Aninla, Bandung (C’nS Volume 6 no 45)