Eventually, I had the opportunity to get out of the box, i.e. my lovely dormitory :P and went to the traditional market with my friend, Dwi (Saturday, 05 Sep). The market I am talking about here is called "Malabar", a very typical name from West Sumatra which reminds me to Indian city. The majority of the merchants are from Padang (or more familiar with Minang ethnic, which is still in one family of Malay anthropologically). It is my campus friends' habit to go to this traditional market because then it will remind them to their hometown, and to get something more traditional or things with cheaper price that those in the mall.
Actually there is nothing special with the shopping! hahah. But it's very fun to simply walk around and try something new, get fruits and see many people. We tried to go to the silver jewelry store to mold the silver which my great friend gave me, but it's too complicated: they seemed not very comfortable to shape a cross of it, therefore many reasons were made to make it difficult. Well, then we continued to looked for Dwi's goods. While talking for awhile, I have just realized that my dad is an 'artist' who used to make knives, sculptures and etc. Aha... I and Dwi just laughed at me. I am considering to go home during this Lebaran (Idul Fitri) holiday on 20-27 Sep 2009. But I am not quite sure that I will (I have not decided yet).
One thing that made me think was what Dwi told me on the way to the market: "Hey 'Mr. Yudhie', You have grown to be a man!" I looked with amazement in my face. "'Mr. Dwi', what do you mean... hahah." "Simply to say, you looked more mature and no more like a child."
Well, I realized that sometimes in my naiveness and simplicity, I was just childish. And anyway thanks for the encouragement, friend!
Lord, You have made me very glad in everything; You allowed me to see and taste Your Goodness. Now, the time is just going on and on. Thanks and Glory to You for all things: for wonderful friendships, for each steps, responsibilities, opportunities, challenges; for tears of joy in happiness and of sorrow in the darkest night-- because You're always there!
Glory to You, O God! Glory to You.
Yes, Yudhie, even though you sometimes call yourself a boy, and even I think of you and your friends that way sometimes (but I also call myself "boy" at 58 years of age!), yes, Yudhie, you are a man, a young man, but strong with many hidden strengths that the Lord Himself will pull out of you by and by. I'm very happy how you are growing up, and about your friends, especially Dwi.
ReplyDeleteI thank God for all of you, young brothers. God protect you.