It was happening several years ago.
A boy call me Mas Rimbang ! Mas Rimbang !
I didn't turn, because I am not Rimbang.
I wondered,Who was Rimbang? Why did the boy call me ‘him’. Are we looking the same?
I asked my familly about Rimbang.
Rimbang is the son of a Doctor near (far enough) from my house.
Time goes by.
I grew up.
Once or twice I met Rimbang finally. I try to find out the similarity between us.
I never find it. I just feel we are so different. Different face, different body, different perrsonality, and different destiny.
Do you know the meaning of the phrase ‘ wang sinawang’ ?
I think that is happening to me. I always think that he is luckier than me.
I am really sorry to My dearest God, I never meant to eliminate His gift to me. I only see he gets what I never got in my life.
I know I reached so many thing in my life, I am so gratefully with that. But can we just turn back time, and let me be him?
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