An Escape

Doing nothing is a boredom.

Doing too much is a boredom.

I love being in between, although it's not a freedom.

Just like Desi Anwar thaws my heart with her brilliant mind and touching story, I gonna take this shot of my holiday-people-call to write my frank ideas.

Instead of staying in my house enjoying mom's delicious cooking, or staying somewhere flatly, I choose to rove to another part of this world, to a brand new place. Having a disappointing relation with my previous bureau, with almost have the same system with the place I decide to work now, makes this job tender alerts me like all the time.

If it alerts me like a lot then why I say yes to this job?

After losing teaching, then I just do realize that teaching is my life. Not that kind of teaching eight hours a day, but the feeling of sharing something important in a simple and easy-to-understand way that I love. The time when I meet people and get new ideas, the conference in the teacher's room, the crying little peanut or some little hugs from behind, it's sweet.

And today is my first day go to MOI, far away from my comfortable bed. It tooks me 2 hours half to get in here, with all the courage I plant in my body and the help from kind-hearted people around here, I get to this new place.

The person hurts me the most this morning is a driver. Not because he treats me bad, but it is because he helps me in my hard condition that makes my heart slapped. By the way the artist-looking driver offers me a help, I just do believe that every people are good in heart. After getting his frowning face when I wasn't able to open the bus door, he gave me a free ride to the place I was aiming to go. What a lucky day.

One of the best pride a language teacher can make is bringing out a question whether he/she is a native speaker of that language. And people believe that he/she is a native even when he/she is not.

Another escape ...

I call him my brother I am willing to walk meters away to the place I've just recognized at night, alone, to buy him a food without deliberating a thing. After being rejected at first to ask him to have dinner together, still I go to have it for him. 

He calls me his sister when he gives me his solely bed, pillow, bolster, and blanket to the person share no tokens to the place he lives.

This is how I looking for my future husband, (apasi.udah.mikirin.suami.aja) the one whom I love sincerely and the one who loves me sincerely.