The Road Not Taken-Anje's Version

My cell phone kept on vibrating and ringing. I was in the middle. Still hesitating wether want to pick up or not. I rubbed my eyes. It was Brema, a good friend of mine. Really dont mind talking to him early in the morning. Opsie daisy...it was 15 minutes past 8 a.m actually but it still early to me. heh =p.

We have a talk. Just a 10 minustes talking, or maybe less. Considering it was still early, i remained tossing and turning on my bed. Only when i felt that i cant sleep anymore, i jumped off the bed and turn on the laptop. Just having the daily routine: checking emails, reading the e-news, keeping my facebook updated and did some browsing. After getting my shower done, i dressed up and ready to go to the hospital as usual, without any idea it would turn to be the worst day i ever had!

I walked down the streets. I took my daily angkot (kinda public transport here), and I reached the hospital before 11. Nothing happened. And I started the dull, plain, and boring life like any other days. Meet up with friends, gossiping, gain more carbs and cholesterols, and discussing some ideas how to make more money. To my surprise, there was a news that spreading around about a murder last night. The shocking news was, it took place just about 500 meters from the house that i'm staying now! An old lady was killed soon after the house was broke down by two men. The husband is a professor at my campus, and has an important position in one of the biggest banks in Nothern Sumatra. The couple were staying with their grandaughter. Just three of them. I just cant think, how greedy people are until they had to kill others for money? And shame on you, murderers for killing an old lady that even could not fight!

Okey. Just leave the story. Go back with mine.

As usual, i can not wait until the clock clicking and turning to number 4. Over excited, i fasten my steps to the hospital's front gate. Huh, finally i can breath the fresh air! And i can kick my ass out of the prison. My soul is free! hehe.. and the worst day ever just begun.........


ok im tired of writing in english. my english sucks. lack of vocab. so continue with our mother tounge..hehe =P

Di bawah pancaran sang suria yang menggigit kulit, aku termanggu-manggu menantikan angkot berwarna merah bernombor 42. Dari kejauhan, mataku menangkap sang objek beroda 4 sedang parking di pinggiran jalan. Aku mempercepatkan langkah dengan menguntum senyuman yang manis di bibir. Aku puas, karena aku bisa pulang lebih awal. Namun aku agak sedikit hampa tatkala kakiku menghampiri sang target. Angkot itu masih kosong, dan kebiasaan pak supir (driver angkot) akan menunggu sehingga muatan penuh ibarat tin sardin cap ayam brand (yang ikan salmon bukan ikan mackerel ye) barulah ia akan memulakan perjalanan.Tatkala itu lah ada sejibik angkot bernombor 121 melewati tempat aku berdiri. Hurm..angkot baru. Macam best je. aku berfikir lalu mengajukan soalan kepada pak supir, "Padang Bulan, Pak?"..."ya, ya...ayoh la..". Aku pn naek la angkot tersebut sebagai ikan mackerel yg lazat utk memampatkan ruang kosong yg ada.

Bapak supir tersebut sgt menyayangi angkot barunye yg baru keluar dari kilang. Jadi dia hanye memijik pedal minyak sedikit2, atau bisa ku bilang dia cuit2 je minyak tuh. Tekanan darah aku sempat naek memikirkan betapa lahanat lembapnye objek ini bergerak di atas jalan raya. Tetapi, aku menenangkan pikiranku sambil memujuk diriku agar lebih bersabar kerana sesungguhnya sabar itu separoh dari imannnnnn. Sampai di simpang 4 yang ada traffic light, angkot itu hanya maju terus. Seperti kebiasaan, angkot 42 yang aku naiki akan masuk ke simpang kanan. Memikirkan baru sahaja jam 4, mungkin aku boleh la jalan2 memperluaskan pandangan dgn jalan yang baru itu. Kendian, aku menyaksikan betapa luasnya ciptaan Allah dgn pelbagai bentuk muka bumi dan manusia. Di tgh2 kota Medan, di kiri kanan ada pasar, di tgh jalan ade lubang. Sikit punye besar bole la masuk 12 orang mayat korban Pal Pot zaman Khmer Rounge. Da la berlubang2, lumpur setinggi betis. Kalau tak pakai but getah kaler kuning cam punye si Ah Meng kat Pekan Rabu, mungkin kaki korang ade potensi nak kena amputate sbb byk germs. haha. pastu plak sampah melambak. bau busuk maen cuit2 lubang hidung aku yg hensem. tmpt plg byk bole sebarkan penyakit adalah pasar2 kt Medan nie. Korang pilih je nak taun, thypiod, ascaris, shilogella semua ada. yg paket bonus pn ade. hehe. beli ikan dapat taun. beli sayur dpt telur ascaris. ewwwwww~

ok. pastuh kami pun meneruskan perjalanan. ceh, bunyik cm rombongan puteri islam g planeterium negare la plak yek. tah segale jalan kitorg redah. sbb aku tak mengantok n sgt seronok utk mencube pengalaman yang baru sambil menguji tahap keteralan aku mengenai Medan, aku maen2 teka kat mane la jln2 tuh, ape la bangunan tu..tapi sesame diri sendiri la. Tatkala itu wujud 2 anje dlm badanku yg solid ini. errr terpshycho plak. muahaha. pastu ...argh..aku nk type dlm english la plak....My eyes widen when I see the real world. The real Medan. The people. The building. The surrounding. The world from the other perspective. I see the world when others didnt. I saw a man without his both arms. I saw a not cute lil boy playing around with garbage. I saw a couple of punk boys walking by. I saw a boy playing guitar to gain money. I saw an old man on his bike with dozens of wreckage at the back. And the sun shines just the same as it shines in Kuala Lumpur. Just cant think how lucky i am for having a fine family and proud of being Malaysians too!

ok. di kala aku bersyukur amat tuh, aku sempat gak berpikir2 kat mane la aku nie. sb aku da tak kenal sebijik pn bangunan. name2 jalan kat situ pn sgt asing buatku. adekah aku alien atau memang aku tak tau tmpt tuh? tapi nk wt camne sb klu aku berenti kt situ pun aku taktaw jalan balik. n kt situ sume wajah batak gile. aku pn pikir 15 kali, siap darab lg 4 nk turun ke tak. jadi aku pn mengimbangkan berat tubuhku ke kedua2 bontot agar takde satu pn yg kebas. so i just go with the flow, n menikmati panorama yang tak seberape indah ituh. sesekali aku mengerling melihat jam tangan ku. da kol 5, meaning aku da sejam menahan sabar dan menyumpah seranah.

ok. klu aku tak silap, ni la tmpt2 yg aku lalui. siap boley wat peta n route perjalanan.
RUMAH SAKIT HAJI MEDAN----AKSARA----JL.HALAT---PASAR SUKARAMAI---JL.SISINGAMANGARAJA---jln2 kecik yg aku taktaw---jln2 besa yg aku taktaw---berjalan2---jln nk g ASRAMA HAJI (sumpah jao gle weh!!!!!!!!!!)---JL.BRIDJEN KATAMSO---JL.JEND JAMIN GINTING (haa tym nie aku smpt lega sb aku tau jalan nie n rase da nk smp da tuh)---SIMPANG SIMALINGKAR. okeh kengkawan, sumpah kt simalingkar tu da mcm satu tmpt len. cam aku jumpe sebuah koloni baru. daerah yg sgt asing. tbe2 aku rase cm ade kt tamadun manusie yg berlaenan. sumpah 18 kali aku nk nanges tym tu jugak!!!! pastuh dlm angkot tu tggl aku sorg je. n setau aku itu la last perhentian bg angkot tersebot n jam da nak kol 6 da. i can feel the buterflies in my stomach! kecut perot dowh. da tak larat nk ckp ape ade dlm pale hotak aku tym tuh. so aku terus tny "Pak, Pdg Bulan?"...."aduh dek, udah jauh tu!"....hatiku menanges keluar air mate darah tym tu juga! "haaa, itu no 43 ke pdg bulan...cepet dik".. "iya pak, bantuin pak...berhentikan angkot itu..." aku lantas turun, bayar dgn ati tak ikhlas kat supir, n sempat tanye kt supir no 43 utk pastikan ia benar..."Padang Bulang pak?"...punye la kalut smp speaking klantan!

so aku pn naek la angkot tu. ni satu hal lagi. jalan terkedek2. upenye nk abes minyak. muke aku da stress abes. pasrah aje plak tuh. pastu ternyate jalan balik tu same jln2 yg aku tempuhi b4 smp ke Simalingkar tuh. argh! da tak larat nk tampung bebanan dose kat bahu kiri kalu dok menyumpah aje. so aku pasrah aje la. dan without my expectation, aku da mulai panik sebab aku da rase jalan len macam. so aku soh supir benti kt tmpt yg byk beca. tp ble aku trun je br aku pasan aku da kt citra garden. da dkat da pon! tp aku mmg da pasrah gle aku pn naek je beca tu. kesimpulannye aku naek 3 jenis kenderaan dan mengambil mase 2jam 30 min utk smp ke rumah!!!!! pliz take note: perjalanan beasek amek 30 min je....

smp umah aku terus text abah "Abah bole kol jap tak? urgent." so abah pn kol. aku cakap non stop, laju, tak putus2 segale pengalaman aku. then abah kasi mama fon.."awak ok ke? knape?" so aku ulang lg cite tp versi yg da tenang cket sb taknak mama panik.."oh, skrg da ok la...terkejut mama abah cakap awk nanges2...mama ingat awk kene rompak..." hahahaha moms are alwitz like dat! then abah hung up the fon n we continued with messenging. "....ok abah nak solat ni. anak manja abah ni jgn lupa solat tau. bye" n then aku menanges semau2 nye!