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today, I feel hurt… it is not story about someone who guilty. It is not about mistaken somebody issue. it is about my problem own. It is a disaster normally. One sms has received by my mobile “2 billboard has broken. Tonigth, we’ll hold them” Astaghfirullah, it is bad news..no word, no spoken.

Searching the phone number, I find out my dad number. I call him immediately. He told me that he would cover that trouble with my technical partner there.. He told again that the tower has separated with its plate.

……………

I am believer, I faith about the causality law. What I have given, that I will get. I believe in hand of God is the controller of this life. He known what I have made, He have heared what I had spoken.. He could and known the details of my heart voice also.

Hm,after that, in silent, I try to concern.. have I made some mistake? Have I forgot about things which I mean it is my duty? Close the eyes, try to remember, try to evaluate what I have done. Where is the wrong?

3 minutes is not enough to cover all the memory,

Oke, I know. I will recover all my mistake. It is my commitment. It is somemodel test of me to try how strengh I am for this test. How patient I am. Event the tears has down, the heart has been hurt. I will face the test.

According with my lecturer commmandment.

“never say; Oh God, this problem is so difficut! But you must face the trouble and yell “Hey problem, I have a big God. Where are you ? here I am…my God covered me”

Tought this problem, May I strength to face it. It is present in my second day in 21^st years old. InsyaAllah.

i arrived in 21st station on 00.00 AM. no more choice.. trought 20 stations, much of things i hv got. my bag was full.

but, do you know what the captain gives to me in 21st ?

He gives me new bag bigger than that one. oh, God, what the next test in 21st station after.
no time to get the rest again. it’s 21st. altough people said that life begin in 41. let me start 20 years early..

let me know how beautiful life next, how wonderful the miracle which God gives.

thnx for all, especially to my mom, u r in far state, but ur heart, ur blow, ur smile, ur advice…they are so close with me. u are an angel.. Allah must love u..

hey, how about my love stage ? i think, the girl read this message also.

will ..***** me ?

u are another angel.

“ke banda (aceh) juga ?”

“iya, kebetulan liburan…. sekitar dua mingguan gitu. asli banda ? dimana ?”

“nggak, saya asli gayo lues, aceh juga sih.., oya, kenalan dulu donk..”

sambil ku buka tangan untuk berjabat,

“alex..”

“arbi….,”

“masih kuliah..atau udah kerja ?”

“ya…..dua-duanya lah.. ada kerjaan nyambi kuliah gitu” dengan sedikit senyum kulepas.

“kamu sendiri gimana ?” tanyaku. sekejab Alex terdiam,

“nggak kuliah, kita buka bengkel di penayong (salah satu pusat domisili tiong hoa di Banda Aceh)…”

“bengkel yang nyediain spare part, bisa service..nggak jauh dari toko sepatu Bata” tambahnya.

didalam hati aku pun tersenyum, sedikit lucu memang, tapi lebih kepada pengalaman yang tak terlupakan di pool bus itu. inilah Alex, mata cipit, tingginya tak lebih dari 170 cm, badannya gemuk, kulihat tangannya menenteng bika ambon “zulaikha”.

aku baru tahu kalau di suku tiong hoa ketika ia menjawab telepon dan ia menggunakan bahasa yang pasti aku sendiri belum paham apa maknanya.

nah, apa pelajarannya ?

lokasi tak begitu strategis, hanya sebatas pool bus, waktu bicara kami tak kurang dari tujuh menit, tapi si Alex tidak melewatkan sedikitpun dengan promosinya : “bengkel yang nyediain spare part, bisa service..nggak jauh dari toko sepatu Bata”

hehe, mungkin ini yang membedakan aku semasa kecil dengan Alex. makanya, seusia sekarang pun, ia sudah tahu arti dari personal positioning. sementara aku, yang bisa dikatakan orang melayu, sewaktu kecil…ketika tamu datang, aku disuruh untuk ke belakang agar tidak terlihat oleh si tamu.