A Tiring Journey

I came to the meeting point quite late, a half hour from the promised time. After waiting for another half hour, my friend who lives in South Jakarta was restless and he said if we didn't go in the next five minutes, he'd go home. I could understand him. I was beginning to lose my interest in going either. So I called 'him'.

Naturally, I was supposed to be the one who @!&*# off for I'd waited for more than an hour, right? But noooo.... He said, "Why are you doing this?Calling me?I'm on my way!" SAY WHAT?!!! #@*&%*%&@!!!!!!

My ears started to burn, my face reddened and my eyes went wild with anger. My thinning patience reached its border and all I could say to myself, "Lunatic.Crazy. Sedeng. Gokil. Twisted.Gila.Sakit jiwa." The words were like earworms in my mind. They got louder and louder when I finally sat in the same car with him. I was sorry I didn't change my mind and went home while I got the chance.

He didn't say much in the car, which was good. I would have snapped everything he would have said. I got so angry that I knew I would.

What made it worse? We had to be lost first before we could find the right way home.

Cape deh....