Customers forget

Currently in Indonesia is football crazy season. Because everywhere I saw watching football, that's a photo I took at the bus rest area last night, people were so enthusiastic about watching it even though we only had a short break.

But I don't belong in it because I have a different goal and I don't hate it either. There's something strange about me, I don't have hobbies like most of the men here.

I'm going to tell you a story and I hope you can give me a title that suits me, but don't be hurtful, okay?

As a beginner, every event is a moment. Like eating at a restaurant or going for a walk. Unfortunately, I am only from the lower class, who have not been able to enjoy the beauty of traveling.

I don't feel discouraged because the limits of ability are different. Every event that I feel is new is a moment.

Like yesterday, I plan to return to my village to relieve the deep feeling of tiredness and longing.

I always remember what my son always asks when I come home, he always asks me to bring my milk. And I have prepared for him.

On the way to the terminal, there are many new sights that keep me entertained. Of course I need to get as many beautiful views as possible, I want to be able to keep writing while on the bus later.

Because I was too engrossed in taking pictures, I didn't realize that I had arrived at the terminal.

Luckily the driver reminded me when I arrived at the terminal, I immediately panicked. I'm afraid I won't get a bus ticket that takes me to my province, namely Central Java.

"Thank you sir driver"

And I immediately ran to the place to buy tickets.

After I got the ticket, I felt something was strange.

"Where are the souvenirs for my son?"

It turned out that thanks I had forgotten souvenirs for my child.

I feel weak, because when I go home, all I bring is longing and disappointment

I'm annoyed with myself, why can my forgetfulness come over and over again? If this forgetfulness were a disease I would eradicate it from its roots.