Harry picks up after my trip from Jakarta to Lamongan in Babat station

By David Khoirul

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Harry Noor, my best friend, picked me up yesterday by bike in the train station of Babat in Lamongan. I expected him to come with Adam as he said yesterday, "I and Adam will pick you up tomorrow in Lamongan." But Harry said Adam couldn't come because when he woke Adam up at 4 yesterday morning, he wasn't awake and Harry decided to go with his nephew Sulton. My train arrived at 2 a.m in the station. Passengers and motorcyclists walk here and there. A motorcyclist approached me, offering to take me to Paciran for only $8. I said no.

While waiting for Harry and Sulton, I was reading a book titled The Motorcycle Diary by Che Guevara. Om Yusi, an author and journalist, gave me this book four months ago when Sury, Caca and I visited him in Depok. I layed down on a couch and fell asleep for two hours with the book covering my face. The mosquitoes bite my legs, arms and face, and that was one of the most uncomfortable things in my life.

Harry didn't come yet and people who wanted to go by train came to the station. One person, two people, twelve people, and more. I kept sitting in the couch and texting Harry and Sury Samsurya, my girlfriend. I also had coffee made by Sury in Jakarta before I had left.

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