the crossroad

The mosque behind me soaring an azan. It’s maghrib already. and so I walked into istiqlal for a pray. I was in a good mood to pray at that moment, and the weather was nice for praying.. :D

But walking along the corridor of the mosque, I felt like losing the sense of equality and humbleness of islam. The trailing,.. the fence.. and the guard of the mosque was too “arrogant”.. If I’m a judge of ‘Indonesian mosque idol’ TV program, then this biggest mosque in South Asia will be my last idol to vote..

Finishing my pray, I walked back hurriedly to the crossroad.. it’s about 18.30 when she suppose to finish her activity. I was so delighted for I’m looking forward to surprising her by picking her up right from her position now… it is my first time to pick her up from this weekly program of her.

Well.. this ignorant person is trying to change a thing.

But.. since there is no sign that she’s done, I opened my PDA, and playing bubble breaker, again. Waiting another 30 minutes will be worth as she informed me that we can meet at 19.00.

Minutes passed.. and my head was getting dizzy. Thanks to ignorant bajaj, metromini, and—even—those luxurious cars who are too ignorant to control their vehicle’s emission. I think the Jakarta government should put a big public sign says, “USE YOUR OXYGEN MASK ALONG THE ROAD, OR DIE!!”

19.00.. she didn’t appear yet. I believe she’s in focus now, since I’ve tried calling her three times from my office, and her phone was off.

Another azan soaring from the mosque. Feeling disgusted, I browsed the internet, thank God I have my PPC6700’s battery fully charged. But.. oh no.. my stomach was not charged since midday. It started sending alarm...

With this headache and stomachache, I had no other choice than getting something to eat. I was so lucky to find a mobile warung selling ketoprak, next to the gate of istiqlal. With my mouth full of ketoprak, I open up my handphone, the inbox..

And surprise!!! … I found her message saying that she’ll be an hour late, sent about half an hour before.. I must have forgotten to lock my handphone while I’m riding my motor so that the keypad pressed by mistake, opening the new message and made the sign of new message disappear from the display.

Silly me.. now I have to wait another one hour to surprise her. And suddenly thoughts visiting me. I’m looking at my position now, in the crossroads, between the mosque and the building she’s now in.

A question yelled; why I can’t be with her there, and why she can’t be with me in the mosque? why should I be alone in the crossroads, when we supposed to be together?

I know I can face this situation, and understand well that it will be the consequence of the choice I take.. But… don’t I act egoist now, for not thinking the future where love is no longer about two person, but there is new creature appear and has the right not to be in the “crossroad” of my choice?

And then I remember of my activities with her; the fun, the wine, the drink, the meals and new foods I won’t touch but she’d like to try. Some parts of my hearts dissents.

19.34.. I got her message saying that she’ll be finish at 21.00. The bubble breaker was no longer fun, so does the internet. My dizzy head and my stomachache defeat my effort to try to please her that night.

Oh well.. perhaps another night will do… I decided to sleeps earlier that night.. *sigh

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00.45.. I wake up and find her saying sorry via SMS. She must be sleep tight now. I switch on my PC and browse the internet. But after opening the Friendster and find that photograph in her profile, I decide to sleep again which was actually fail, since I choose to write this stuff after not blogging for long. :D