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Guess what happened to me this morning?

Or well, no need to guess, just go on
reading this writing.

On my way back home (from giving
training in English to some employees of Bank Jateng Demak) there
were some things I wanted to do:

• Going swimming

• Doing some exercises (read 
  ‘fitness’) at Paradise Club

• Reading some articles at Jurnal
  Perempuan number 54, coz I was attacked by sleepiness when sitting
  in the bus, while the article (about “fairy tales in Indonesia”)
  I was reading really attracted me, although still couldn’t make me
  awake. LOL.

• Sitting in front of the desktop,
  enjoying a cup of coffee while writing—or typing—something.
  Well, recently, since I was busy with the BJD (read 
  Bank Jateng Demak) project, I really haven’t had enough time to
  write, both to practice my capability to analyze some cases and to
  expose my need to express myself via writing.

Of course I could not do all those
things at the same time. I’ve got to set my priority. To do some
exercises, actually I wanted to swim more than ‘fitness’.
However, as a chronic victim of “beauty is white” policy ,
I had better bury my dream to go swimming after 10am, in an outdoor
swimming pool. I could have done that by going to one indoor swimming
pool in Semarang. Unfortunately, it means I have to spend extra money
for that because the swimming pool at Paradise Club is located in an
open-air area.

I eventually chose the second
option—going to Paradise Club to do some exercises (cycling,
climbing, and some other equipment that I don’t know the name;
people say this kind of exercise is good to ‘collect’ or ‘shape’
mass in our bones to avoid the possibility of osteoporosis attack in
our later years). By cycling, I also could do the third option,
reading some articles at JP number 54.

I could not avoid giving up the fourth
option, because I only have one body and one mind. LOL. Besides, I
can do it at any other time.

*****

On my way home from PC, I didn’t
realize that a guy followed me. Perhaps because I was too busy
listening to some songs from my MP. When I stopped in front of my
house, I saw a guy stop next to me, opening his helmet, and then
smiling to me. My poor eyesight of course hampered me to get a clear
picture of who the hell he was. Convinced that probably he was one of
my old friends, I approached him, and asked,

(FYI, the chat was in Bahasa)

“Anything I can help?”

“Mbak Yanti ya?”

I was puzzled, but I still politely
answered, “No I am not.”

“Oh, I thought you were one of my
friends named Yanti.” He went on insisting.

“No.” I replied, still puzzled.

But then I left him, entering the front
yard of my mom’s house. I expected that he would leave soon.
Meanwhile, there was a woman with her two children coming. Although I
didn’t recognize her, I accepted her hand to shake mine.

“Is your Mom in?” she inquired.
(this time she didn’t say it in Bahasa, but in Boso Jowo )

I directly knew that she was one of
several people who regularly come to my house, expecting some money
(read  ‘zakat’).

“Please wait a second,” I said to
her, while I still saw that strange (or weird) guy sitting on his
motorcycle, in front of the house.

I opened the garage’s door, parked my
motorcycle inside, then closed the door.

Inside, my mom welcomed me by giving me
some money to be given to the woman, and asked, “Who is that?”

Oh, in fact, my mom was sitting in the
living room when I had a short chat with the weirdo. LOL.

After that, I went out, to give the
money to the woman, telling her that my mother couldn’t go out coz
she needed to rest. The weirdo patiently (LOL) or strangely still
waited. After the woman went away, I greeted the weirdo, “Whuzzup?”

“So, here is your house?”

I nodded.

“Do you live here alone?”

(What do you think that question
referred to? I am sorry to say that I had ill feeling to him,
accusing him that he expected I was all alone in the house, and
wanted to enter my house, to fuck me.  )

“No, I live here with my mom, and two
younger sisters.”

“Are your sisters at home?”

“Nope, they are at their office.”

“Will you let me rest for a while
here, sitting in the porch, while having a chat with you? I have
nowhere to go actually, just want to hang around Semarang. You see, I
am a new bie in this city.”

Imagine, I was still wearing my workout
clothes, wet with sweat, and I was still putting on my jacket!

“Send him away Na!” will you
suggest me like that?

I wish I could, but I thought it would
be impolite to just send him away like that. Anyway, I was still not
sure if he would really harm me, wouldn’t he?

We had a chat for around 30 minutes,
until Angie arrived from school. She went home early because the
following day, she would start having final test for this semester.

*****

This event inevitably reminded me of
one ex student of mine, a very pretty woman. At the beginning when we
had sightseeing in a mall, some guys were very attracted to her. I,
the ignorant person (supported by my poor eyesight), oftentimes
didn’t realize that those guys were very attracted to her. She was
the one who told me.

“Look at that guy Nana!” she often
whispered.

“Do you know what happened just now
when you went to the cashier to pay our meal? That cute guy came to
me, and asked my mobile phone number!” one time she said to me.

Naively, or blindly, I thought it was
all caused by her outstanding beauty with very fair complexion
(remember the standard of beauty advertised by continuous commercials
everywhere in the media), until one day I found out.

In fact she was the type of flirt. She
loved to play her eyes, to look around people who were walking around
us, inviting them. (So, I thought. LOL.)

So, I am wondering what made that
weirdo followed me?

(FYI, I was wearing knee-length
“training” trousers, a jacket, white sneakers, helmet covering my
face, and carrying a cute backpack.)

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