Makassar, November, 17th 2015
13:22
Today in public transportation, one of my
daily struggle of the day, I miserably cried mentally over my Rp. 16.000 that I
wasted for lunch because after I finished eating I got a text from my friend said that
afternoon class is cancelled today. I should’ve get informed earlier, I cursed
at myself. And I was feeling too tired to deal
with an old woman who pressed her sleepy body on me and made me clasped between
her and the car’s wall. And I couldn’t enjoy my playlist through headset
because this damn driver set his
songs through the speaker with max volume, making everyone outside the car
could hear how horrible the songs were. And to add my suffering, it was
freaking hot today despite the raining season.
That was just something horrible that I gotta
through everyday.
But then cute thing happened.
When I was silently sulked at the driver for
the horrible songs he made us listen, two elementary kids hop in the car and
sit in front of me. And you know what? They look, SO, CUTE!
It looked like they’re brothers. The bigger
boy was bald, dark skin, and he reminded me of my old neighbor, his arm wrapped
around his brother’s shoulder. And the smaller one has the same skin color as
his brother, wore his uniform cap, his
uniform looked oversized on his body, and he has his hands cupped together on
his lap, looking nervous. And I’m trying hard not to squeal at the very cute
sight.
I always know that I have a thing for cute little boys and
sometimes that makes me feel like a pedophil. But no. I dont have that kind of feeling towards
children. It’s just that I have this motherly feels whenever I saw little boys.
The feeling to protect, to put them in my pocket and bring them home, and
shield them from any harm in this cruel world. There’s a reason why I really
want a son. Lmao.
An old lady beside the little brother turned
to them and asked the older one what grade they are now. And he said at he was
in fifth grade and his brother was in first grade.
That little information made my blood rushed
with admiration at their courage to get public transpotation to go to school.
Like man, I was so scared to get into
public transportation alone when I was at their age. I
feel proud of them. And seeing the older brother looked so protective over his
little brother made my soft fragile heart felt warm. I almost teared up when the elder one took
his brother on his lap when another passenger came. I could see him struggle a
bit with his brother on his lap and it almost made me chuckle, he’s a good brother.
And then he put his starting-to-get-sleepy
brother back to his seat beside him. He teased his brother about him almost fell from
his seat because his sleepiness and his
brother grinned at him. But then it happened again. The older one watched his
brother struggled to stay awake with amusement and I smiled inwardly at that.
Look at them being so cute and me being a creep for observing them like that.
But I couldn’t help it, these boys were
precious and every little things they did were just as precious as they were. It felt like in this cruel
world, being surrounded by bad people and criminals and bad environment, they
only have each other and that was enough for them. They’re small, but they
could protect each other, face the bad side of the world together, and find their own happiness.
And I hope I could see them again next time.
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