Jangan Sampai Lolos (Don’t Go Away)

Settingannya sore-sore. Lagi motoran sama Abel. Abis ngisi bensin di SPBU Sabang. Tiba-tiba terdengar samar suara cewe dari kejauhan.

“Bang, bang..”

Semakin dekat.

“Bang, bang..”

Semakin keras. Ternyata cewe-cewe itu beneran ngejar kami. Udah geer aja. Baru sehari di Sabang udah ada yg ngincer.

“Itu bajunya jatuh tadi di jalan”

Anjay. Kirain mau ngajak kenalan.

“Makasih makasih, dek”

Langsung puter balik deh. Mayan jauh udah kelewat 500 meteran. Untung jalan sepi jadi aman. Alhamdulillah masih balik lagi.

Lagi?

Yep. Jadi itu adalah kejadian kedua kemeja flannel merah kesayangan gw hampir ilang dalam 2 liburan besar berturut turut.

It was a regular afternoon. Abel and I were riding a motorcycle at Sabang, Weh Island. When suddenly there was vague sound of girl calling us.

“Bang, bang..” (‘Bang’ is how we usually call ‘Master/Mister’ in Indonesia)

Getting closer

“Bang, bang..”

The sound is getting clearer and clearer. Turn out, the girls were really calling for us. We guessed they were gonna invite us. It’s just first day in Sabang and the girl already wanted us. Lucky bastard. :evilgrin

“Your shirt fell down”

SH*T. Wrong guess.

So, suddenly we made a U-turn. Took back my shirt that fell about 500 meters ago. Luckily, it wasn’t a crowded island, so you can still feel safe if you lost your thing/s. Thank God, I got my shirt back (again).

Hmm..again?

Yup. It was the second episode of Me and My Almost-Get-Lost-Red-Flannel-Shirt.

Kejadian hampir ilang yang pertama ketinggalam di sebuah penginapan di Mataram, Lombok. Transit semalem buat perjalanan darat ke Flores, itu kemeja gw gantungin di balik pintu kamar. Entah blank atau skip karena kesenengan reuni denhan rekan seperjalanan gw yang tiba tiba dateng, gw tinggal aja di sana. Baru nyadar pas udah di Terminal Bima. Yakali puter balik. Untungnya penjaga penginapan nemu dan mau mengamankan. Hampir dua minggu kemudian gw ke sono lagi, kemeja kembali ke tangan. Alhamdulillah.

The first episode was back when I left it at a motel in Mataram, Lombok. It was a one-night-transit before I did the island-hopping from Lombok to Flores. I hanged it behind the door. When I left the motel, I really didn’t remember to took my red-flannel-shirt. I just realized it when I was in Bima, which is about 260 kilometers/162 miles by bus and ferry. Luckily (again), the motel host was so kindhearted. He kept my shirt, and when I got back there in about two weeks later, I got my red-flannel-shirt back (again).

Buat yang sering ketemu gw jaman cuti lapangan pasti udah apal bet dah ama tu kemeja. Agak kegedean dikit. Warna merah. Kotak-kotak. Selayaknya pendukung salah satu capres taun 2014.

Asli deh demen bet gw ama flanel itu. Gw beli di kelapa gading waktu lagi dines dari top dulu. Tiap jalan pasti gw pake deh. Bandung, Jakarta, Jogja, Flores, Sabang, etc. Pas bet buat jalan-jalan kasual. Terkesan rapi dan lapangan bet lah emang flanel. Dan cocok di segala cuaca. Dipake di hawa panas ga bikin gerah. Buat ngangetin badan juga cukup. Ga salah emang waktu itu kalap di tanggal tua.

For those who often meet me, or see my post in social media, when I got regular leave from my job in Borneo, they must knew that Red-Flannel-Shirt very well. A bit too big for me now actually. Red.  Plaid. Just like the supporters of an Indonesian Presidential Candidate in 2014.

I really like that shirt. It fits in almost all my trips. Jakarta, Bandung, Jogja, Flores, Sabang, etc. I don’t really get sweaty when I wear it in a hot season. It also can be my windbreaker. Got no regret for buying it, even when it was at the end of month.

Semoga umurmu masih panjang ya. Masih banyak jalan yang ingin kutapaki bersamamu. A6

Hopefully, don’t get lost anymore, Red-Flannel-Shirt. Long road ahead..

Yang baju merah jangan sampai lolos… (ala Kasino-Nyanyian Kode)

The Indonesian title is inspired by Kasino-Warkop-DKI’s song titled Nyanyian Kode.

Bonus:

 April 2016. Pamer abis beli martabak tuna di bang ed. Tapi yang dipamerin sok sokan gamakan minyak. Prett

April 2016. Showed off to my friend in a far away that I just bought Martabak Tuna (do I call it right?) at the campus cafeteria. But then he proudly proclaimed that he don’t eat fried food no more. (The next time we met in campus, he bought all remaining Martabak Tuna. Boooo..)

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