Rumah Gerobak

Pas mau pulang ke Bandung jumat malem kemaren, seperti biasa gw naek x-trans dari fatmawati. Di deket tempat parkir mobil di pinggir jalan besar, ada pohon dan di bawahnya ada seorang cewe,seorang cowo n dua anak kecil tiduran di bawah pohon sekitar jam 7 maleman gitu. Gw kira mereka emang pengemis yang lagi nongkrong di pinggir jalan. Trus gw kan duduk di barisan paling belakang, sebelah jendela.

Dari jendela itu gw ngeliat gerobak di deket mereka tiduran. Gw mulai mikir apakah gwrobak itu gerobak si orang2 yang tidur di bawah pohon. ternyata, di dalam gerobak ada kain batik buat gendongan bayi yang diiketin dari satu sisi gerobak ke sisi laen. Gak berapa lama, si cowo, ngangkat anak bayinya dan ngebaringin si anak di dalam gerobak tersebut. Ternyata, gerobak itu emang rumah buat mereka berempat.

Mobil jalan karena emang udah wkatunya berangkat, sedangkan gw terdiam, terpaku. Hati gw terenyuh tapi gw tidak melakukakan apapun. It hurts inside knowing that I did nothing to help them. Terpisah jendela mobil, gw yang lagi menikmati d-crepes smoked beef and cheese kesukaan gw melihat bahwa ada orang yang harus hidup dalam keadaan begitu menggenaskan. Dan satu2nya hasil dari penglihatan gw malam itu adalah postingan ini. How useless....

Absolute cycle

When I was on elementary school til university, I have some "permanent becak driver" to drop me to school and pick me up home. They were becak driver 18 years ago, and they still are becak driver today

Years ago, when I went home almost midnight with my bros, they show me a guy who stand on Tamblong street near to Preanger hotel. The guy with white hair and white bear. My bro told me that he's a pimp. You only need to stop your car in front of him, and asked him anykind of girl's criteria you want. To proove it, my bro asked me to hide behind the car seat, then he stopped the car asking the man for a college student. The guy answer that he didn't have colllege student list, but he had office worker list (DANG!). Couple of days ago, Almost mid night, on my way home from campus after exhausting day with finance, I saw that guy again, still in the same location as years ago.

When some of my teachers or lectures explained about absolute poverty, I theoretically did understand that. But now, I see the real fact. 18 years ago when the becak drivers are becak driver, I was only a kid. But now, I am a master student ready to follow better path of future, but I don't think those becak drivers will have such a privelege opportunity.

Who on earth when he/she was a kid dreamed to end your life as a pimp? I think none! But most of the time economic reaso forced you to do so. Becak driver, pimp, prostitute, homeless

(I think) it is reposted from my old blog fi3.blogs.friendster.com
FYI, I wrote those words around 1-2 years ago, and those becak drivers are still becak drivers until today.