Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Pureness In A Crowds

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

This pure innocent kids.. I hope they grow up well. 

And I hope I could see them again next time.

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