Night was always be a missed moment a year ago. This was a beautiful
time to enjoy youth-time with some friends—and some random things of course. We
played card games after had a jogging-chatting. We were jogging for 30 minutes
(or less), chatting for 30 minutes, and playing card for more than 4 hours.
What a great night.
Yogyakarta’s road situation is one thing that make the missed moment
more deeply. After 3 months had a job at Jakarta, driving a motorcycle on
Yogyakarta’s road is a heaven. Trully a
heaven. We’ll seldom hear some klaxon from a big-arrogant-car. Only some
area we’ll meet traffic jam. Compared to Jakarta, time in Yogyakarta also move
slower.
One night I had an appointment with some best friends in
Denggung field. It’s just about 15 minutes from my house. 8 p.m. o’clock I arrived,
they had already waiting me. What would we do in that night? We just wanted to
eat a big portion of fried chicken. My friend said, “These are too large for
me. I can take it all my self.” After finished, again, we’re just talking
random things until 1-2 a.m.
And still so many
memories about how we spend our night.
But now, night isn’t
a missed moment again. I’ve realized it this morning. All of my best friends
have already moved from Yogyakarta. They come back to their home town, get a
job there. I also have a job, and one thesis writing. So I don’t have a reason
to spend my night like a year ago. I really never miss night again.
Now, my missed time
is early morning. It’s a time when we can meet fresh air, natural sounds
(insect, wind, river, etc.), and if lucky enough, we can feel how the fog touch
our face. Huft.
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