Perjalanan Pulang lewat Ciater – adeeem ^^

Perjalanan pulang k purwakarta lewat ciater. Asiiik ..
Ya! Liburan akhir taun tlah tiba!! lumayan panjang, jadi bwa barang2 aga banyak dari kosan, kasian jg c si hemu-hemu (nama motor gw, iya emang ga kreatip, kaya nama hamster, gpp lah) di taruhin (dipaksa) barang2 berat, Dua tas besar (Tas gendong laptop ama Tas Penuh cucian) dan 1 skateboard.

Si hemu-hemu

Hal ini jelas bikin posisi berkendara jd kurang enak, dah jok’y sempit, kya’y ni motor emang bukan buat ngangkut banyak barang, yaa intinya mah maksa deh, hehe… apa bleh buat .
Berangkat dari kosan jam 8, trus di dpan nyimpang dulu di Kupat sayur padang Pa Ali. Bukan, bukan mau maen catur, emang blon makan aja.

Lontong sayur pa ali

Dulu jaman tahun petama kuliah, kita berlima (Ammar, Deni, Adi, Ibnu, Hasbi – para petualang kuliner, pi ibnu ma deni dah ga di bandung, ibnu di UI, deni dh di Yarsi) kita sering makan di sini, pa ali adalah sosok yang cool & berjanggut, seorang padang yang tinggal di bandung dan menetap entah di mana. Ok, knapa hrus bahas pa Ali. Pkk’y bis makan langsung cabut.

Ditengah jalan gw liat di dashboard motor ko ada yg kelap-kelip,,? Bensiiiiin!! Gw lupa isi bensin, haha, niat ga c ni te!?… gtau tu bensin tinggal brapa tetes lagi kali, al’y dari kmaren tu dh tinggal dikit bgt, ntu baru nyadar nya pas dh jalan di sekitar lembang, duh gmn klo abis trus mogok d jalan? Brabe kan dorong2 motor dengan barang penuh di depan dan belakang. Sempet kepirian c klo ni motor mati di jalan gara2 keabisan bensin, mo nyetop motor laen trus bilang “Mas motornya bagus, spionnya jga anak muda banget, Bagi bensin nya ya?” hahaaa, konyol, ngga ah gw bukan pidi baiq. Ah untung di dpan ada plang gambar bensin dan tulisan 100m. Fiuh, slameet. Nympe di pom bensin, brarti kudu bongkar lagi barang dnk, oh tidaa,, al’y cs1 tu masih da unsur bebek, jadi tangki bensinnya masih kudu buka jok, uh -,-.

“Sabaraha a?” Tanya si bapa penjaga pom,
“Bentar ya pa, bongkar dulu”
“O mangga, kalem we a” ..
1 motor lewat, 2 motor, aaa, knapa jd susah dbuka?!.. dengan perjuangan ahir’y tu tali bisa jga d buka, fiuh.
“Pertamax a” kt gw mantap
“Teu aya, ayana premium, lamun bade di campur we “
“Dicampur?”
“Muhun di campur redex”
Duh apaan tu, gw emang ga ngerti banyak soal otomotif dan antek2nya.
“Ga dh, bensin ja, 10 rbu” karna emang hrus’y diisi pertamax, jd ga terlalu banyak di isi. Ngeeng, jalan lagii..
Jalan menuju purwakarta dari bandung sebenernya bisa di tempuh dengan berbagai rute, Lewat padalarang atau lewat lembang yang nantinya tembus ke ciater. Dan gw lebih suka lewat ciater soalnya perjalanannya ueeeeeh enak abiiis, hijau, seger, pemandangan di kiri dan kanan tu uih bikin mata adeem ^^.

Di sekitar tangkuban perahu

Disekitar tangper

Foto yg paling kanan ntu, posenya emang aga aneh, bukan sengaja, emang salah ng set timer kameranya, kcepetan -,-.
Perjalanan pun berlanjut, teruus sampai daerah, apalah gtau. Tpi jalannya tu bagus, mulus dan ga padet kendaraan. Ni beberapa foto yang sempet gw ambil:

Perjalanan terus berlanjut, teruus, nyampe ciater. Dah ga di ragukan lagi dh suasananya, enak banget, seger! Ni beberapa lagi foto yang sempet di ambil, haha, I cant hold my self not to take a picture ^^

Ya, trus jalan lagiii,,, sempet c istirahat, bentar, ke toilet, dlu..Walupun toilet umum, tapi masuk rumah, hahahaa…

Perjalanan pun berlanjut terus sampai ketemu situ wanayasa, aa dh pasti berhenti ambil foto dulu, hehee

Pokok’y matep dh perjalanan nya, di banding naek bis , brangkat jam 8 nyampe jam 10:20
Setengah jam kemudian nyampe d rumah dh , si hemu-hemu bisa istirahat skr..

short_story: The Day with the Fire in My eyes

The day with the fire in my eyes
Author: Hasbi Asyadiq
Genre: Fiction

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This is a story about fortune. No, I mean, the story about a day when the fire was very frightens and the luck came with.
Let’s begin.

That was a bright day in September 28^th 1987, skies were very blue and the birds were flying, whirling around the sky, such as a various color playing with a borderless canvas. What a beautiful feeling I ever felt. I was at my house, waiting for a call from my friend, Hisqie, my partner in work. We made plan to discuss about making own business, that will took place at coffee shop in Paris Van Java, and now I’m waiting for his call.

15 minutes elapsing.
and finally,

“Kriiiiiing”, the phone rang. “Here it is!” I said.
“Hello qie!, I was waiting for your call about 15 minutes, why do you take so long time to call me up, and I also can’t call your mobile phone?” There was silence, “Ok forget it, what time we will meet at coffee shop?!” There was silence again for a moment.

Until the voice came from the phone, I recognized that was a voice of a woman

“What if we talk about another topic, when will you come to our house?” That was voice of my grandma. We talk a lot, she was reminding me to visit her house at next holiday. Yeah, I thought I was too enthusiastic about the plan. “Ok, I will, next week perhaps, ok grandma?” yes she said. Sigh. I closed my eyes for a moment until the phone rang again.

“Kriiiiing”, the phone rang.
“Yes?”I answered the phone with hesitated, didn’t want to repeat the silly mistake anymore.
The voice with a rapidly spell and very loud voice hurt my ear. “This is Hisqie! Starbucks, 16:30 pm, 30 minutes late from our agreement, sorry Bi. Smile and don’t be late ok!, Brakk!. . . nuuut, nuuut, nuuut . . . ” the phone ended with a little collision, instead I haven’t gave him an answer.

“Late he said?! Who is the snail?, What a nice business man…” I was grumbling to my self as the telephone ended. It felt like black ink spilled into wonderful painting, that was break my mood.

I went to the location one minute later. The location is near from my house, I can reach the location only in three minutes on foot. and that time was 16:15, I still have a lot of time, I thought. I was walking on the street when I heard a scream voice came from the building. There were people in 5^th floor, why he screaming like that ?I thought. Until I saw fire and smoke around the building. “That is firing!”, I guess about 5 people trapped at that floor, screaming, trying to get help.

“Calm down. . .” I took a deep breath,” Phone! I must call fire department!” I pressed the number of fireman in a hurry. The woman voice answered. No, that was not an answer that was automatic answer service provider, told me that my account was not enough to make a call. I looked around, there was no body under the circumstances.

Ok, at that time the situation made me confuse, I felt weak.

“Should I go through the building, and rescue the victims? No way, that’s impossible! Who am I ? Spiderman?! ” there was silence for a moment, I took a deep breath again. I stare straight, to the emptiness.
Stare straight to the public telephone card. “Useless, I don’t have the card”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
“I don’t have. . .” I Saw through the card reader of the phone.
”Card? I used my last account last night, whom were I call? . . . Ok, I don’t care, that doesn’t make sense now!”

I blinked my eyes a moment and I saw the line with a little thickness, at the card reader.

“ . . . that is a card, isn’t that? . . . yes that is!” I recognized that there was a card left at the card reader. Someone must be forgot and let it hung.

I ran to the telephone, and pull the card out “Yes! It still works!” I inserted the card to the card reader and made a call to the fire department.

“nuuut, nuuut. . . 41152, fire department, can I help you? . . . Hello?” there was silence, I was tremble, my tongue got stiff.

That situation brought my memories to the past. I remembering that incident.
Through pass the time, when I was eight.

…

. . . . . “Run, Hasbi, run! You can go through, this hole will lead you to the backyard . . .”
. . . . . “No mom, I want us together, hold on, the fireman will come to save us” I just try to cheer up my mom, tried to be strong, lied to my self. My tears was wetting whole of my face. I am just a kid.
. . . . . “This is my fault mom, , , It will not happen if I don’t play with that match, hiks. . . sorry”
I regretted what I’ve done in last 30 minutes.
My mom, she just looked deep into my eyes, saw me with affectionate, she was smiling. That was a beautiful smile I ever saw, mom last smile.

I ran into the way out, as fast as I could.
Left my mom behind . . .
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One minute later, the fireman has come, but there was no intact building seems before, no one they could rescue. The fire was too terrible.
The Fire burning everything around when the fireman came.
Suddenly the worse thing happen. The roof was burning out and fell, move downward, and destroying everything under. . .
I saw everything in front of my eyes, I felt like a knife stabbed into my heart, I can’t heard any sound around me, the time seems stopped.
I felt the sky whirling around me, letting they weight fell upon my head.

. . . .

Since that incident, I am an orphanage. My dad? I didn’t know where he was, I never thought he was my dad. He left us when I was five, an irresponsible man.

About this traumatic, I kept my life on heavy rotation . . .

“Hello sir, do you want to report something?” the officer brought my memories back to the realism.

“ . . . . . . “ my tongue still got stiff. I felt whole of my body was cold. I tried to talk but there was nothing I can said.
. . . Until there was a voice seems whispering my ear, a familiar voice.
“Go on, you can do it” said the familiar voice. I Closed my eyes and then I felt my body was warming, there was like something hugged me behind.

“Y, yes officer there is a firing! at Apple apartment in Cipaganti street” I told the officer clumsy.
“Yes sir, we go to location now!” The phone ended, but I still griping the telephone handle, trembling, I took a deep breath and close my eyes.

. . . . . . . The familiar voice who whisper me was, the voice of my mom.

Four minutes later the fireman arrived in location. In 15 minutes the fire has been extinguishable. The fireman evacuating victim, there was seven people and all safe. Many of them was crying.

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One of the victim staring me for a moment then he covered his face with both hand, and staring me again.

“Yes sir?” I asked him unsure.
“Are you, hasbi?” hesitated, he trying to recognized me.
“Yes I am . . . Sorry sir, why you can know me? I’ve never seen you before”

His eyes seems to start weeping. And he said . . “I am Andy, . . . . . . your dad . . .”
“Hehe, are you kidding me sir, my dad has died when I was five” in fact I didn’t know his existence.
He still staring at me, ”Maybe you need some rest sir, you look pale” I gave him an advice

“No listen hasbi, the incident 20^th years ago,
caused by me ” He didn’t care about my advice

”I came back home, for stole something, I was drunk, I didn’t know . . . , and accidently I threw smoke to the sofa and . . . ” He stopped, took a deep breath and continuing the story , “I just noticed when I came back to the guest room, the sofa was burning . . . and I, I just ran away like a looser” he cried bitter.

“. . . . . “ in silence I didn’t believe what I’ve heard, but more he told the story, there was a red-line, the lost part In 20 years ago, there was a bottle of beer dad usually drunk founded when the police evacuated the location.

He hugging me while cried and said “I’ll go to jail, I’ll take the responsibility, an deed what I should done 20 years ago…”
“Please forgive me . . .”

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Now, I believe in him . . .
There was nothing to said . . .

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I was late came to the coffee shop, about 20 minutes. Hisqie yelling me around, I just ignored him because I had a good news. There was a person, one of the victim is a great business man, and he gave me his name card as gratitude.

This is why I call this story is about fortune,
and a Revealed of the Truth.

We started to make a little planning, the Basics in every complex things.
And the business began,
bigger and going bigger every years.

15 Years later,
The Company has been growth as Multinational Companies,
with Me as CEO and Hisqie as Vice President.

The End.