Stranger near the crowd

Sunday, 05 July 2009 at 17:28 |

He stands with a wrapped big package on the airport’s sidewalk near an airport’s coca cola counter beside the crowd, his face so familiar and regularly in my eyes. He uses blue clean shirt, long steady jeans and shining black dress shoes. He looks me rapidly for a few second and threw his sight to his portable telephone, people called it hand phone. His tough fingers began give a massage to his gadget, he done it gently, after that his face that looks fresh changed a little beat worse and I heard with high temperate tone like angry, maybe.
“Hey!! What happened with you??
When he disappointed after saw sending failed in his phone.
“Why you cannot send my message, the new century gadget?
He still talks with his phone, as his phone can talks with its boss.
After I heard that sounds, he realize that someone had been watched him, it’s me. He looks me again and I make my self went to back of a huge mast, so he cannot see me. Then I heard some voice from the stranger.
“Ooh how fool am I, I forget to change the area code of my CDMA phone if I moving from one city to another city”
“Ok my little honey phone I’ll give you some injection of code and make you can connect with this city that I was born”.
He change it the area code, push some number, and took his phone near to his left ear, he make his loudspeaker became on.
Suddenly, I felt my old and meaning full phone trembled in my pocket, It feels like something tickling your hamstring regularly , but it cannot make your laugh rapidly, because its not too trembled, but disturbing your selves.
I make my old phone get out from my pocket, I saw it, I realize I do not know the number that crossbar my phone, it make me very curious, I want to know the people who sent a magic to my lovely and legendary old phone. Then I saw it again and it makes my usual brain that I can use it similarly with another usual people in this irregular life think more anxious to know about that. Click!! I pushed the button that point to answer while I swing the phone and despise it to my right ear softly, so I can know who it is.
After that, I said
“Hello, who is there? Can I help you there?”
I do it like a costumer service that work in bank, teller.
I heard a heavyweight voice that said??
“Hey, where have you been? I had stand in airport now”
I surprised why this voice so familiar with me because It’s my father voice. Then I talk to answer his question, although he never answers my question before.
“I have been looking for you in air port now, so could I know your position now and what type clothes you wearing now my mighty father?”
He give me some clue, so I can found him self in the crowd and bring my self and my father selves to my father’s lovely home. The clue are He stands with a wrapped big package on the airport’s sidewalk near an airport’s coca cola counter beside the crowd, He uses blue clean shirt, long steady jeans and shining black dress shoes. So I’d like to find him, because I know its will make me easy to find him selves.
I did it well. I found him, my father; I found the man that talk with his phone and gave some injection to the most modern hand phone the ever he have now. I take my father to my motorcycle also with his wrapped package; I know its present for his lovely children, one of them taking him self from a crowd airport to home, and also for his lovely wife, my mother.
On the way go to home, I know father was so tired and he make him self comfortable with uncomfortable motorcycle seat and bring him self to his own dream world by closing both of his window of the world and SNORE. I know he had been slept because I heard his snoring sound clearly.
Against the red sunset in that clear chili’s afternoon I turning my speed became so fast. I know my naughty little brother, my male impersonator sister and my lovely mother do not have patient anymore to meet my heavy weight class of snoring father. We went home directly, in my rearview mirror, I saw the airport became small size gently and disappear from my sight. After my father snoring in 15 minutes he heard the shout voice that he knows the voice well, it is my sister sound. My father wakes up, because he realized that he in home his lovely now.



Story made by Ryanda hardy (83676/07)
5thjuly09 at 10:15 PM