About Dreams

dream

/drēm/

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noun

1. 1. 

   a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep.

   "I had a recurrent dream about falling from great heights"

   Similar:

   fantasy

   nightmare

   vision

   hallucination

   • 2. 

     a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal.

     "I fulfilled a childhood dream when I became champion"

     Similar:

     ambition

     aspiration

     hope

     goal

     design

     plan

     aim

     object

As much as I like to fantasize about stuff I don't dream very often when I sleep. When I do I usually forget about it minutes after I wake up. Aaaand I don't think much about it. But lately it's different. These couple of weeks I'm 90% sure that I dream every single night. It was not a big deal. Not until most of those dreams woke me up in fear, heavily panting, screaming & even drenched in sweat & tears. Yes. Those things happened. Sadly I don't remember what went on in most of those dreams. But in some I do... 

I think it all started when I had dreams about Bapa, my heavily missed father-in-law. I forgot how many times I dreamed about him... But surely it was more than 3-4 times. I remember the dreams were nice, sweet, gentle. Just like he was... One time in my dream Bapa asked me how I was doing. He came to me & we sat together on the swing (which also happened in real life). Bapa asked me why I always look so sad & as the dream faded away, so did he... He held my shoulder as I kissed his hand & said "Jangan sedih terus ya Ka..." Then poof! Bapa was gone. I woke up in tears because I still had a lot to tell him... 😢

After that I think my dreams got weirder... And more often. One time I dreamed about running in the middle of a heavy rain because I missed/couldn't find the car! 😄 I woke up hugging myself & shivering because my clothes were wet. In real life maybe the AC were too cold! 😆 There's also this one time when I had a nightmare like a really scary one. Like...demon & such. I was terrified & I woke up panting hard. I was practically out of breath. Why? Well because in my dream I was trying to escape from that god damn monster! 😄 Do you think this happened because I watched too many scary movies? 😂 

But the scariest dream I had I must say is that particular one where I lost all my teeth. One by one... Each started crumbling into small pieces. At first I noticed one tooth started to wiggle so I pulled it out. But then one tooth fell out on to the floor! I picked it up with trembling hand. Then from the back of my mouth every single one of my tooth started to crumble! Shattered into tiny pieces! I opened my mouth & the pieces of my teeth fell on to my hands. I screamed. I was terrified! I tried to find help but nobody was there. I kept my mouth closed so the pieces won't fall out to the ground. But there were too many! And tiny! I couldn't close my mouth any longer. So I opened it... Then the shattered teeth were all over the floor & seconds later I was practically drowned in them! I screamed. Then I woke up, finding myself screaming in real life. Some dream huh?! 😅

Before I had this terrifying dream I never look up or even try to make sense of any of the dreams I had in my life. I mean it's just a dream! Well except the ones about Bapa... From the very first dream I had about him I knew it was because I missed Bapa very much. And that I am still sad about his passing. As a matter of fact I'm typing this in tears like RIGHT NOW 😅 Yeah... But the shattered teeth & others???

So I started to google about the meaning of dreams. DON'T LAUGH! 😄 You know what?!? It turns out that dreaming about loosing teeth, drenched in rain & others are actually quite common! If you search about it, you'll find the meaning of those dreams. Do I believe it? Well... I can't say that I do. But it sure is fun & quite interesting to read 😊 I guess as long as it doesn't do you any harm then why not? Keep googling! 😝 

I'm actually more interested & curious in why I dream in the first place. Also why the dreams were THAT "powerful" they made me actually do or say things for real while I was sleeping. Sometimes I wonder what would happened if I laugh or cry or scream etc when my loved ones were sleeping next to me 😆 Hubs probably won't comment about it. But my super curious teenager girl? That'll be another story to tell 😆

Who Do You Think You Are?

"Sekali ini aja kok!" or "Just this once!"

This 'magic' sentence... The one you say in moments when you actually think you are God. You think you can control what will, is, and going to happen. 

An innocent and curious child who thinks that putting his hand inside a cage full of dogs won't hurt him. That no dog will bite him. But who knows??? - A woman lets her friend kiss her for old time sake. Just this once. She will not let anything happen further than a harmless kiss. But who knows??? - A man gets drunk and drives his car afterwards. Nothing ever happens before. So he's sure that he'll arrive safely at home. But who knows???

"Who knows?" 

I'm not saying that you should live in fear, that you should worry all the time and end up doing nothing, or not going anywhere anymore. Just like that boy Oskar Schell in Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close movie. It just amazes me really. How some people think of themselves above everybody else. Which makes it even worse, she/he thinks above The One who created her/him. Just because she wears a hijab. Or he has dark spots on his forehead. Or she goes to the church more often than others. And so on and so on. No. That's not a guarantee. A sinful man who gives his last rupiah to the poor could be the one who'll enjoy heaven. While the man who goes to the mosque everyday but treats other people like shit will end up in hell. Human. The most intelligent and somewhat arrogant being ALLAH SWT has created. Obviously intentionally. Because why would HE give the complete package only to us: a brain to think, a heart to feel, and a mind to decide. Heaven or hell. Where you will end up is affected by what you do and for ALLAH SWT to decide. Yes. I'll write it again: it's totally up to The Almighty. Not you. So don't you even bother to act like you are god. It just makes you like an idiot instead.

Ah what am I saying! This is a complicated random thought that I just have to write down :)) I'm not sure why I'm thinking about these things. I guess... It's because the older I get, the more people I meet and...man!!! Humans are complicated!!! Men. Women. Young and old. You think you know them but then... BOOM!!! Something happens which makes you think "What. The. Fuck???" And just like that you lose the trust, the respect or the love you used to have for that certain person. And also from those who you think were and would always be there for you. Perfect timing too. Just when I was trying to be more "social"...

I guess at the end of the day since The Almighty give me the ability to heal myself it’s just me. The one who can mend my own broken heart. Me, myself and only me.

Dream, Dream, Go Away. Never Come Again In Any Other Day.

Have you ever had a dream that is so, so sad, you wake up having actual tears in your eyes? Then you couldn't stop sobbing and panting for quite a while... Not until you finally realized that it was just a dream. A sad one. A very, very sad one.

 

Lately I've been having that kind of a dream. Or should I say a nightmare? I don't know why... Sadly (or luckily?) I couldn't really remember what the dream was. Not always. All I can remember that it always involves me losing someone I love. Once it was about the death of someone who I loved very much and the saddest part is... He is actually already passed away. It was like experiencing the sadness all over again... Another time the nightmare was about me...losing my mom...

 

There is one particular dream that I do remember though. Even to this second. I guess it was THAT scary and sad to me... It was about Kukka. We were in this big and empty building... I held Kukka's hand and we were trying to find out how to get out. The building...or was it an old, creepy house? It looked like a typical old house or abandoned building that you see in horror movies. Anyways... Suddenly, somehow Kukka was gone. When I looked at my side and I looked at my hand, Kukka wasn't there. I wasn't holding her hand anymore. I started to panic. I ran in and out of the rooms inside that big empty building. I screamed and called Kukka's name like million times. Nothing. All I could hear was the echo of my voice, screaming my precious godsend's name. I was out of breath and sweating like crazy... And then I woke up. Crying, sweating, panting, out of breath. For real.

 

The first time I had this kind of nightmare I immediately ran to Kukka's bedroom to check her out. I was so relieved when I saw her still sleeping safe and sound. I hugged Kukka and I started to kiss her until she almost woke up. Then I stopped. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her sweet face. And while doing it I remember that I was still crying... But I guess it was tears of happiness. I was happy that it was just a dream... Well... Happy is not the right word. Because even though it was a dream, it did drain my energy and my emotion. And it's not a very nice thing to feel.

 

Unfortunately that was not the first and the last nightmare I had. As a matter of fact, I just had one this morning. And again, I woke up in tears, still sobbing and panting. Luckily Hubster woke me up and asked me to sit with him on the patio. Just like that I stopped sobbing and woke up like nothing happened. Perfect timing, Schatz :) What was the nightmare about? Luckily I can't remember the detail. But like I said. It was about me losing Kukka. Again.

 

Man, this sucks. Why can't I just dream about something happy? Like... Well I don't know... Traveling around the world? Suddenly speaking 10 languages fluently? Magically being able to make beautiful paintings? Being able to go back and forth to the past to fix the future? Anything! Anything but about me losing my precious godsend. That one dream, I tell 'ya! It really is the one that I wish would never ever come true. 

 

 



Back From The Dead

You know in those movies or stories where there’s a person, a bad person, who was doing bad stuff... And then she got into an accident or something horrible... Then she ended up in the hospital... Or lying on the street... Slowly hearing the voices around her disappearing... And then she died? Or not. Similar to the scene when Jon Snow was lying on the ground (for Game of Thrones freaks only!). But then she came back to life! Suddenly she heard this “voice” that guided and told her to come back. Then the voice kept telling her to do this and that. Things she never have done before or think capable of doing. Then later on she decided to do those things and went to places she never imagine of going,...and so on. 

Well.... I’m just curious. The thing is... As far as I can remember... There was no voice. At least not in my case. And yes obviously, I’m still alive! It’s just that... It’s very confusing and really hard to describe. Things are still weird for me right now. There are still so many things that I don’t understand. What I do know is that lately I’ve been thinking about life too much. As a matter of fact it’s more like an epiphany. Every day there’s this moment when I realize how quickly life could change. Or how impossible it is for you to predict or control. No matter how hard you’ve tried or wished. That’s when I also understand why the stories about people, sick people, who “came back from the dead”, decide to do things they’ve never done before. Maybe because they’ve been “there”. There as in on the verge of death. They realize that life is short. 

So it would be such a waste of time if you live your life or your goals are only:

• to please others, especially those who don’t appreciate you      
• to whine while there are others who live life worse that yours
• to be sad while there are so many things to be happy and grateful about
• to follow others whose opinions are not worthy to be followed or even heard in the first place
• to feel unwanted when there’s actually people who are yearning for your love and simple hellos
• to feel outcasted while there’s this person who desperately wants to be with you night and day

And so on... 

I think I get it now and I’m trying to do something about it. At least “a“ thing. That’s why bit by bit I’m planning or already doing some changes. Maybe that’s also why those who are closest to me said they already saw something different in me, like...personality wise. In a good way, I hope #LOL I mean... Come on! I’ve been practically given a second life here! If I still do things the same way I did before all these dramas, I must be the biggest idiot on earth. Who knows? Maybe it turns out that I’m changing back to my old self. My real self. But hopefully much better #LOL And ALLAH’s willing, maybe it will make me completely healthy again! No more seizures and memory loss!

Another important thing that I have to remember is to never ever expect people to treat you the same way you treat them. Nope. This point might be one of the most valuable lessons I got so far. And one of the most important point to remember forever!!! It turns out life is not THAT “generous”. Sadly but true. If you’re faithful to someone, it doesn’t mean that the person will be faithful to you. If you helped someone, it is very possible that the very next day that person already take you for granted. You think he or she will always be your friend? Nope. You’re sure her love for you is real? Be careful. To her you might have been only a rebound. 

And so on... 

Yeah... I think I get it now. 

Happy Valentine's Day

Valentine’s Day. It used to be special to me. Why? Because I’m that kind of person who love to celebrate stuff and make ceremonial things a big deal. Well... At least I used to... I think. But now? Not anymore. Nothing ceremonial seems/feels special anymore. New Years, Valentine’s Days, anniversaries... Even birthdays!!! I wonder why... Does it have to do with age? Does it have to do with someone? Does it have to do with my illness? Does it have to do with anything? 

I’ve been thinking... So this is how those people feel. Those who always rolled their eyes at me whenever they saw me running here and there, thinking hard and save money like crazy. Just because I wanted buy something extra special for someone special on special occasions. But now it doesn’t feel like that anymore and I can’t stop wondering why. No. This is not a big thing. It’s just weird. It’s just... So... Not... Me. 

I think it’s also sad because it feels like I'm losing something inside me, you know... Something special. It doesn’t mean that I love him/her/something less than before or that I'm losing a particular interest or a certain faith about certain things. Or that I’m less happy to be somewhere or to celebrate something with someone or many. It’s just... Nothing. And the saddest part about this is that Kukka couldn’t see or get the enthusiasm that I used to have about these kind of things. It’s like she’s missing quite a big chunk of the person I used to be. 

Way before Kukka was born, I would imagine that someday I would have a daughter and with her I would do a lot of fun and exciting things. One of those things is...this. Celebrating. I’ve imagined that the two of us would brainstorm like crazy to find the perfect birthday’s, anniversary's or Valentine’s present for our beloved SiBapa. I could totally picture the two of us arguing because each of us would think that our gift idea for SiBapa was better. “I understand him more than you.” or “I love him more than you.” would come up in those brainstorming sessions. Or the two of us would totally agree on something and excitedly prepare everything to be perfect. Just for our beloved SiBapa. Or for each other. But now? 

Ya ya ya! The part of me who likes to make a big deal of things like THIS is still here. That's for sure. Haha. But the other part? Did something happened? Something so bad it made a part of me gone just like that? Where is it? Where did it go? I think I want it back. I want ME back. The whole package. At least for me and for my girl. I miss the thrills. I miss the moments. I miss the chance to write about those special moments in my blog and in my personal diary. I just... I ..................................

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

I would like to start this particular post with a question and I dare you to answer it in my comment section: How many times have you been in love? Aaaaaand.... What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done in the name of love? Wait. This one you don’t have to tell me. But if you want to, please do. By all means! You can even post your answer by being anonymous. Or not. I dare you again! #LOL 

Now let’s get back to the first question. How many times have you been in love? Me? Geez... I’m not sure. I know, I know. I’m the one who asked you in the first place. I should also be the one who give you the answer, right? But what is love anyways? If I tell you how many boyfriends I had in the past, does it count as an answer? #LOL

But seriously though. Lately I’ve been bothered by this particular question: what is love? Is it that fixated thing you have for a certain someone, which makes you constantly think about him/her? The feeling that makes you want to be with him/her all the time. Or that annoying yet beautiful tingling sensation that everything you see or touch or smell, feels like him/her? Does sacrifice also count as love? Some also say that love makes you capable of doing things that you had never imagine of doing before. Crazy things. Dangerous, silly or even forbidden ones. Is that love?

I’ve heard, witnessed and even experienced a lot of happy stories. All happened because of love. Having Mommy and Daddy as my parents, my brothers and sisters as my siblings, or having my friends, my former boyfriends, my husband, and most of all, my beloved Godsend. All of them are in my life because of love. But unfortunately I’ve also personally experienced a lot of the saddest things in life. And they all also happened because of love. That’s why lately (or maybe since forever), I think that the word love has been taken for granted, misplaced, misused, mistreated and many times highly overrated. Nowadays too many people do things and declare that they’re doing it for love’s sake. But sadly a lot of it turned out to be a disaster instead. Why? Well... I don’t know. Maybe because they’re just saying it without really mean it? Or out of selfishness? Personal image? Safety? 

Oh man! I wonder if this is some kind of a phase that every person has to go through, you know... Wondering what love really is... The Love Phase, as I would like to call it. #LOL 

If it is, then when the right time has come, I would like to tell my beloved Godsend that sometimes... No! MANY TIMES!! I would like to tell my daughter that many times, love, sadly to say, is not worthy. Not if it turns out to bring the worse of you. Not if it attracts the ugliest and dangerous things or people to you. Not if it makes you feel somber, devastated, unwanted or worse... Depressed. 

Yet... Again... If it is some kind of a phase which someday my Godsend HAS TO go through, then there’s nothing I can do about it... Or can I? If I can’t.... Then I would like to tell the whole world that... 

I hate love. 

“HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW?!?!”

That’s the first thing that popped up in my mind when somebody asks how I could forget something or someone that is really important/significant/fun/terrible/anything for that matter.

Yes. I know. It must be really hard to believe and to understand how a person can forget something that has happened just minutes earlier. Not to mention 1-2 days before. But that’s what’s happening with me right now. NO. I’m not making this up. 

I really DO have memory issues. So don’t come to me, suggesting like I’m making this whole “forget this-don’t remember that” problem a make up story. Or even worse, a LIE. Because... Why would I??? Why would I lie??? Why would I lie about having a serious illness? Why would I lie about forgetting someone or something that is really important? It really upsets me, you know. In Indonesian, it’s way better to ask me “Inget ngga?” (Do you remember...)?. Rather than “Masa sih? Ko bisa???” (Come on!?/Are you for real?/Really?/How is that possible??). Because if you ask me THAT... Well.... 

My answer will be (read the title).

A Dying Breed

Dear perfect gentleman, 

Where are you?

Where is the man who opens the doors for women, doesn’t offer to help yet does it anyways, and carries our excess baggages instinctively? Where is he who accompanying us (and waiting!) to the ladies room in the middle of parties and makes sure that his drunk or sick female friends are returned home safely? He who holds our hands while crossing the street, doesn’t kiss-and-tell, and avoids opportunities to be alone with maried women because he respects them (and their spouses)???

No. These things don’t just happen in the movies. I’ve seen it, I’ve experienced it. Lucky for me, I’ve met one true gentleman, who is fortunately a dear friend of mine. Yeah. ONE. In my entire adult life I’ve only met one. I’ve heard that men are from Mars. But we’re from Venus!! There’s only one planet that separates us so that makes us practically neighbors, no?!? Is it so hard to treat women nicely? 

Many times I wonder and even worry, why certain men (read: pricks) act the way they do. It’s so sad to think that one day my daughter might find an image of a stereotype-looking perfect gentleman next to a picture of a roaring T-Rex... In a museum. Who is to blame? The mother? The father? The world? 

I realize that not all men are bastards and yes, some women are definitely sluts. Yes, the mother, the father and her world might be the one to blame too. But honestly, I don’t see respectful women are on the verge of extinction like gentlemen do. So, I’m asking you once again, my dear gentlemen. 

Where the hell are you???

Unforgiven

Unexpected. 
Unwelcome. 
Unwanted. 
Unloved. 

It simply is... 

Unforgivable.

Serba-Serbi Supir

Iya, emang ngga beda jauh ceritanya sama postinganku soal pembantu ini --> Sebel. Titik. Tapi sekarang aku juga lagi sebel. Eh...sebel-sebel seneng sih! Karena sejam yang lalu yang disebelin udah keluar!! *diabolical laugh*

So, let's start by tracing back our history of drivers since 2006, shall we!?

1. Our first driver was Maman. Can't really remember his name. On the first month I splurged him with new shirts and everything. Partially because I felt sorry for him for not having lots of clothes. Selain itu juga supaya dia rajin ganti baju jadi deket-deket kita ngga bau :p Lupa gimana udahannya tapi seingetku dia tiba-tiba aja ngilang dan ngakunya ngga dibayar gajinya. Padahal dia yang masih ngutang cicilan handphone ke kita. 

2. We got Dedi from my aunt. He was once my cousin's driver. Clean, sharp, drove well, knew the streets and how to win hearts (read: kiss ass). But he got this annoying attitude. Singkat cerita, setelah beberapa kali bertingkah, akhirnya Ica nurunin dia di lampu merah depan Pasaraya and we drove home by ourselves. :)) Besok-besoknya baru ketauan bahwa ternyata dia suka pamer ke satpam kompleks bahwa dia nilep atau mark up uang kita. 

3. Mas Aji was probably the best driver we ever had. Nyetirnya enak, sopan, jujur, rajin, mobil luar-dalem selalu kinclong, dan lumayan tau jalan. So what's the problem? Well... He wasn't that smart jadi sering kena marah :D Lama-lama dia stress juga kali yaaa! Akhirnya dia yang resign. Sampe sekarang kami masih berhubungan baik (tsaaaaaah!!!). Dia juga beberapa kali bilang ke pembantu kita yang dulu bahwa dia pengen bisa kerja di kita lagi. Tapi sampe sekarang belum jodoh (lagi). 

4. Witono mungkin supir kami yang paling keliatan "pemalas". Selaen tergolong ndut, kalo ngapa-ngapain lamaaaaaa! Jalannya santai, buka pintu-nyalain mesin mobil juga lamaaaaaa! Agak lupa kejadiannya gimana tapi Ica was really angry at him. Kejadiannya tuh pas abis nonton konsernya Imogen Heap. Perpisahannya cukup dramatis. Dia disuruh keluar dari mobil dan pergi detik itu juga. Yang masih bikin aku suka kesel, handphone hasil menang doorprize pas reuni SMP masih ada di dia dan ngga dikembaliin!! Sekali-kalinya menang undian, eh hadiahnya malah diambil orang! Nasib oh nasib!

5. Naaah kalo Pak Rojak nih yang ceritanya ada sedikit di postingan soal sebel itu. Yang abis gajian tau-tau ngilang. But now I think I know the real reason why he left...

6. Pepen aka Pulung mungkin bisa dikategorikan sebagai supirku yang paling rock 'n roll, baik dari segi penampilan (gonjes) sampe kelakuan. Sebenernya dia tergolong ok. Nyetir ok, hafal jalan plus jalan tikus. Tapi ya itu tadi... Kelakuannya yang sok jagoan bikin aku marah. Udah beberapa kali ditegur jangan so'-so'an, eh dia masih aja kaya gitu pas lagi bawa aku and Kukka. On the way pulang dari Kalimalang, dia marah sama motor-motor sampe buka jendela segala. Yang ada aku yang ngamuk lah! Gimana coba kalo tau-tau malah mobil kita yang dikeroyok??? Orang sinting! Sent him home right after that. 

7. Perpisahan sama Wondo terjadi karena keadaan. Meski sering diomelin karena kebodohannya, tapi kita akur-akur aja. Kayanya :D Supir super alim (and I do mean alim like selalu pamit shalat sedetik sebelum adzan kedengeran) ini akhirnya pamit mau nikah dan cari kerja di daerah istrinya. Padahal udah lumayan lama juga dia kerja di sini... And the hell breaks loose right after he resigned. Welcoming a series of troubles:

8. Pak Subandi emang udah tua. Udah 50an kalo ngga salah. But I decided to give him a shot karena keliatannya dia masih fit. Ngga taunya nyetirnya ngga stabil euy :( Serem banget di jalan tol yang lurus dia malah ngagaleong kiri-kanan. Akhirnya dirumahkanlah dia! Setelah itu baru deh pembantu sama tukang kebun di rumah pada ngadu. Katanya Pak Subandi sombong banget dan genit! Sering pamer punya showroom motor, banyak uang, anak-anaknya pada "jadi orang" dan sambil godain pembantuku dia bilang bahwa dia pengen kawin lagi. Hih!

Supir No 9. (Asep) dan No 10. (Kamto) punya persamaan yang bikin aku langsung ilfil. They have 2 wives. Now that sounds like it's none of my business but trust me. It is. Contohnya Si Asep. Baru seminggu kerja, udah minjem uang atau istilah dia "kasbon". Beberapa kali izin ngga masuk dengan alesan ini-itu. Begitu ketauan ternyata dia punya istri 2, aku langsung "Oooooh pantes!" Sebulan setengah kemudian dia aku keluarin karena berbagai macam ke-error-an yang menyebalkan. Dan meskipun wujudnya udah ngga ada, masih aja dong nyebelin! Menurut supir tanteku yang pernah beberapa kali ngobrol sama Si Asep, dia bilang kerja di sini "Euweuh duitan." (Ngga ada uangnya). Padahal dia udah OVERPAID!!! *%!^$

Kalo Si Kamto ini dari pas interview aja udah semangat banget nawarin this particular pembantu. Katanya sama-sama kerja di tempat yang dulu. Di jalan si cewe ini nelepon dan minta ngomong langsung sama aku, which I found awkward and pushy. Jual diri lah dia lewat telepon. Aku mulai curiga. Aku suruh dia dateng untuk interview. First impression: sangat tidak simpatik. NO chemistry at all. Akhirnya daripada cape ngomong, aku tembak langsung "Hubungan kamu sama Kamto apa?". Eh dua-duanya cengengesan. Aku tanya 2x lagi, akhirnya tuh pembantu ngaku "Saya istri mudanya Kamto, Bu." Ok, no thanks and goodbye. That's all I need to know what kind of person she was. Sama Kamto juga chemistry langsung lenyap begitu aja. And I bet they knew. Puncaknya dimulai dari pagi ini, waktu ditanya kenapa mobil yang satunya lagi ngga dicuci. Terus lanjut sampe tadi jalan pulang dari sekolah. Dia SMSan dong cyiiin di jalan! Tegur sekali. Nyampe rumah, bukannya nurunin barang, dia malah asik nongkrong di rumah sebelah sambil nelepon. Tegur lagi. Sambil beres-beres di rumah aku mikiiiir setengah mati "Do I really want this guy to drive my kid and I to school tomorrow?" Eh ngga taunya dia yang buka front duluan :)) Aku sampe ngga inget exactly what he said but I remember I said "Alhamdulillah!" in a quite loud voice :)) Paid his 5 days salary and off he went. 

Jadi ya, based on my conversation with my Mom about Subandi, Asep dan Kamto, we agree that basically they are all liars. Kata Mamah, kalo sampe punya istri lebih dari satu, udah jelas bukan orang bener, jahat dan tukang bohong. Paling sedikit dia ngebohongin istrinya kan buat sama si cewe yang satunya, kata Mamah sambil berapi-api. Sama istrinya aja bohong, ya apalagi sama kita?! So, berdasarkan pengalaman yang menyebalkan ini, I'm going to ask 1 important question di interview supir berikutnya:

"Punya istri berapa?"