The last year in Junior High I was so fed up by something that i didn't know what or why. The urge to go, to run away was so big that sometime I cried. I already knew that I didn't want to continue my high school there, I had to go somewhere. I already prepared my speech to mom and dad so they let go somewhere. Either as close as Medan or Jakarta. Anywhere as long that I didnt have to stay.
Then came Randy, like the knight in shining armour he always is, "do you wanna go to Matauli? With me? I heard Albert also tried it."
It then became the first stop.
The same thing happened again in high school. I wasn't even considering USU or other colleges in Medan as my option. It had to be somewhere far. More far than Matauli dan Sibolga.
Bandung it was.
And no matter how battered I was, struggling for looking for a job, I never want to settle down in Binjai. Sure home is there, mom and dad and sisters are there, Kak Ayu's grave is there but still.
When Pak Ery asked where I want to get placed, not once I mentioned Medan/ Binjai/ Somewhere close. "Anywhere, Sir. As long as there is airport near by." Idk, if the airport is for going home or run away again.
And here I am now. Sidoarjo. I always joke about going home, that the next mutation from this office would be me but honestly, I dont know. Sure Jawa is glamorous with its accessibilities but I know it's not always the reason.
what is it that i'm running away from?
what are you?
