Soldier’s Daughter

I met a new friend when I was being a volunteer in a foundation. We are both teachers. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” she spoke to me.

“So where do you come from?” asked me to her to start our conversation when we were having quite a bit afternoon lunch.

“Hmm… I’m Indonesian I think. I mean, I was born in Malang, but happily, I’ve moved to more than 10 cities these 20 years of my life. I can’t really say I’m Jakartans, or I’m from Malang, or from any cities. So, I’m Indonesian.”

Told GT, a 26- year -old daughter of a soldier. That simple question started everything.

“Ok, GT, why did you move so many times in your life?” asked me curiously but not intimidating.

“My father is a soldier. He got duties in so many different areas in Indonesia. So I have no choice except to follow him wherever he is asked to be in charge.”

“Wow cool! You must’ve been very expert in adapting. Where have you been living then?”

Then GT mentioned around 13 names of places which I didn’t remember. But I could easily notice it was from Sumatera to Papua. I’m amazed as well.

“Which place impressed you the most, beauty?”

She thought for around a second,”East Nusa Tenggara.” told her smiling. Her eyes could tell that she is so happy this question reminds her of a short beautiful memory of her life.

“East Nusa Tenggara? Why is it?”

“Well, it’s simple to live there, it’s not complicated. Nature in the East Nusa also beautiful. Hmm… at least 10 years ago. Clean sand, blue sea, deep sky, green grass, authentic sexy beauty of nature. I’m a bit disappointed it is more famous now, that people redesign it in a commercial way. It’s completely different now. I’m lucky to enjoy its beauty 10 years ago,” she smiled at me.

“I see. Such a precious experience and memory. Anyway, how does it feel to be the daughter of a soldier?”

“Nothing special I think, hahaha.”

“Nothing special? I think it’s cool? Like you’re dead is a superhero, saving the life of the human race.”

“Well, a superhero. Hmm. It is his job. How can you put the label ‘hero’ to the person who did their obligation? He has to. It’s his profession. But anyway thank you, I accept that word.” GT stopped for a few seconds before continuing, put her bangs in the right position.

a soldier in an isolated area

“When I was a kid, I don’t really think that my dad is cool, for me being a soldier is just an ordinary job. My daddy would go home and tell me that he was shooting a terrorist. And it’s just common for me. He even got used to it.”

“Wow. Hahaha… For me, it’s only unusual and super brave!” told me to GT laughing.

“I might meet a CEO every day or any potential clients every day. But nobody uses a gun and point it to cruel’s people head. That’s interesting. Even for me, if people ask me what kind of boyfriend or husband to have, I don’t want police, soldier, or any security officer, well you can name it, they won’t be in my list. I can’t let people whom I love sacrifice their life for the human race. Well, is it egoism? I don’t know, but I just can’t let it happen in my life, too scary.”

Then I asked GT another question, “Can you share me a little about what does your father do? What kind of mission does he need to accomplished?

“I’m not too sure too, but here is a little story of my childhood. One day he told me that he was just gotten back from Aceh, to an isolated area, somewhere in the middle of a forest. Riding a tank to quite a dangerous area to get food supplies for his team. At that time, there was GAM (Gerakan Aceh Merdeka) on the side of the forest, equipped with their gun, ready to shot anyone who passes their area. For your information, there are some holes in the tank to which soldier’s guns can be put to shot anyone outside the tank who tries to fight with us, who shot.

Or he has ever told me about his another mission too. He was asked to bring a bomb to an area because they need to make hole, so contractor would be able to construct their project.” I think that’s a little thing I know about his job. It’s something like that.

Then I answered GT with a pair of eyes full of shining stars, “I was amazed, dear. It was like something I usually watch in television by half screaming and closing my eyes with my palm. And the daughter of the actor is sitting next to me!”

Purposeful Taxi Driver

What is the purpose of a driver to drive? To earn money.


One day a taxi driver got a passenger, a very special one.


In a middle of a night, a drunk lady just opened the door of his car and sat in.


He look at the mirror at the upper side. Oh my God, this lady was naked! She didn’t wear any single cloth on her body.

taxi driver


He kept seeing this lady, surprised. He didn’t say any word, just keep seeing and thinking about what he had to do.


This naked lady looked back at this man, with a fierce face said, “What are you seeing? You had never seen a naked lady?”


The driver answered, “No, I have ever seen a naked lady, so many times. I had seen my naked yet sexy wife like a lot!”


“Then what are you seeing now huh?” asked this lady.


“I wonder how you can pay the taxi fare. You don’t even have any single thread yet have any little money. Please leave my car now.”

Hypnotized Victim

“I was on my way to school until a black-cloth guy stopped me to ask an address. That’s when everything started.”


Here is it, a story of AK, a female 16-year-old high school student. 


It’s nice to sit with AK and got her to share her terrifying experience. She is small and cute, with an innocent face and high-tone typical voice like a little kid.


“I almost got kidnapped when I was in senior high school.”


It makes me quite surprised and asked her to share me the complete story.
“Ok, AK, so how is it?” asked me to my not-so-little sister.


“I was on my way to school, waiting for a bus on the side of the road. Suddenly a man-in-black, not an alien, hahaha, come near to me, ask for a way to get somewhere. It’s just so close to our point of the meeting. I tell him just to keep straight.

Even though it was so simple to get there, this man kept asking my help to accompany him to the address he was mentioning. I feel strange about his requirement. But as a kind-hearted yet lack-of-experience-student, he got my attention. Although I think it’s strange to fulfill what he wants, I keep seeing his eyes.


Maybe I see his eyes for more than 3 seconds. Suddenly I can’t feel my body. Well, it’s hard to explain. What I’m sure is, I can’t order my hand or my legs to do this or that, my body just following his words. I slowly follow his word, ready to walk together with him. We were walking.


Lucky me. God sent me an angel in the form of ojek online. Maybe this ojek saw something unright is happening, probably he realized that I’m being hypnotized.


This ojek comes closer and try to disperse concentration from the man who was hypnotizing me. This ojek come near us and ask this man, “Hey Sir, do you know how to get to X?”


At that moment, I can feel my body back. I can control my mind and soul again. It’s like the conversation between this ojek and this man-in-black break up the attention of the hypnotist.


I stop for a while and not continuing the order from this hypnotist. And you know what? I was scolded by the hypnotist. He scolds on me saying I’m not kind-hearted, unwilling to help, etc.


Well, I don’t really understand the situation. But I feel bad. Not long after it, I saw my school bus, so I ran to it. Get into the bus and arrive at my school.


Once I get to my table, I cried. I’m afraid and shock, just realized that I was being hypnotized. My mind and hand were shaking. I can’t even hold my phone to tell my mom. All I can do is crying. Thanks to my friends who cherish me and made me feel better.


I hope this won’t happen to anyone like you.


Make sure you don’t see strangers’ eyes for more than 3 seconds!”

Vegetarian-for-Months

It’s August. There are so many cows and goats on the road. No wonder. Just need to counting days, Muslim will soon celebrate Eid.

I took a walk to a supermarket near my living place to buy some drinks. There was a cow bounded to a three. On my way back from the supermarket to my dorm, I saw a crowd surround a tree.

“Oh my God! A tree is falling on someone. He must be injured,” that was I think I saw from afar.

Beside that tree, a 35-year-old woman was crying. As I walk closer, I realize that I was wrong. It wasn’t a tree falling on a man, it is a cow. There were dozens of people were killing the cow. They were binding the cow’s body to the tree and the cow was trying to escape but it can do almost nothing.

Those people cut the cow’s neck. Due to cow’s meat is too thick, I think, they need more time to cut it. So it takes a bit slow. I saw them cut half part of the neck. Blood everywhere. Tears even worsen.

The cow is crying.

The cow is crying.

The cow is crying.

Period.

It was might be one of the saddest view in my whole life. I had never seen that emotional scene of animal killing before. I don’t dare to see it.

That’s how I decide not to eat beef. That’s also how I started not eating chicken. For months, I don’t dare to eat animals.

But funnily, I still eat fish and lobster and octopus. I still love eating seafood. Abandoning the fact that seafood tastes delicious, maybe it’s also because I had never seen sea animals crying. Yes for sure, they live in the water!

I live that kind of life for months. Until one day someone asked me, “Why you don’t want to eat animals? It’s delicious.”

Then I told him my sad experience of seeing animal crying.

This what he told me, “Wow, it’s unfair then to plants. You pick them from the ground, cut them, cook them. You end their life. You “kill” them. You eat them. You eat vegetables.

What can they do? They can do nothing. They can’t either scream or cry. They can’t express their feelings. Pity them. And you don’t feel bad at all. You aren’t feeling guilty at all.”

“Why do you feel bad to eat animals? But you don’t feel bad to eat vegetables?”

Curious Boy

Have you ever gotten a threatening yet illogical chain message written something like this, “If you don’t send this message to 10 people, means you don’t love your mom, or you will be killed by midnight? I had ever, several times. I was afraid of it because I believed it’s true.


So did GAJ, a 9-year-old curious brave little boy.


“How was your first impression when you got that message, boy?” asked me to this curious kid.


“I was afraid. Very. But my curiosity beats my fear, it’s a lot bigger.”


“Really? So what did you do?” my automatic question when I heard his statement. Just a rhetorical question because I thought he is not so serious about his statement.


“So, the text written in my SMS is something like this. If you don’t send this out to at least for example 10 people, I forget the detail number. Tonight later, in the middle of dark and silent midnight, a ghost from the under of your bed will get out from its hiding and come to kill you when you’re sleeping.”


GAJ stopped for a while before continue, “This message is scary enough for me to make me don’t sleep. I’m totally afraid of it. But at the same time, I want to know whether this is true or wrong. So I don’t send the message to 10 people. I let the message stop on me. And so I don’t sleep until midnight.

boy with stick

I bring a long wood stick to my room, then put it just right after my pillow. I was guarding that night, until midnight, try my best not to fall asleep because I did believe the ghost will appear.”


“Hahaha…, you are so funny, boy!” told me to him laughing. “Okay, so what happened then?”


“It’s finally midnight, 00.00am. Everyone in my home has slept, I’m the only one stay awake, waiting for ghost, hahaha. 1 minutes passed, it’s 00.01 already but there is no sign of any ghosts. So I come down from my bed, tightly grasping the wood stick, and with a super fast speed of heart, I looked down to the down side of my bed, checking if there is something moving down dark there.”


“I hold my breath, so deep. It’s all dark. And thanks God nothing is moving down there. So I come up again, still holding my wood stick preventing if the ghost come late. I waited for around 30 minutes after then, with a jumping heart full of uncertainty.”


“And bless the Lord, it’s 00.30 and the ghost didn’t come up. So I conclude that the content of the chain message is all hoax! I throw my stick away, pull up my blanket and sleep peacefully.


Some days after that, another friend of mine send me something-like-that-threatening chain message, so I smiled, then click an icon of a trash can, bye-bye hoax! Told me to myself, then lock my phone, with full of proud.