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An Endless
Misery
Chronological-Order
Article Composed
by: Rendi Afriadi
In seeking
knowledge, some students should live far away from their family because their
schools, colleges or universities are distant from where their parents reside.
Some prefer staying in the dormitory, provided by their schools, colleges, and
universities; others would like to stay in the boarding house rather than the
dormitory. I belong to the latter. As a student who lives far away from their
parents, I also feel like others do, the longing of coming back home.
Therefore, weekend and holiday is an enjoyable moment for me since it is the
time to back to my parents. However, this enjoyable moment can turn out to be a
silly unforgettable moment for some students and me as well. Some embarrassing
things which made me cancel to come back home took place when I was going back
home from Bukittinggi to Malalak.
Everything
started to be messy in my school and my rent house. I was at the second grade
of Islamic senior high school at that time.
At five o’clock, my class was over due to an unexpected extracurricular
activity that I had to join in. If had not followed it, I would have gotten bad
mark . Accordingly, I had to follow it although I wanted to come home on that
day. As soon as I finish joining the activity, I came back to my boarding house
hurrily, almost running. Alas! I fell down on the way to my boarding house
where my friends were waiting for the public car ; consequently, everybody
laughed at me. Upon arriving in my boarding house, I packed my belongings
hurrily because I was afraid of missing the bus. When I was going to take my
money in my wardrobe, I did not find my key. I searched it in every corner in
my bedroom but it wasn’t there so I borrowed some money from my friend and he
was willing to lend me some. After getting the money, I directly waited for the
public car to Pasar Bawah in front of my rent house. I thought it was the
ending but it wasn’t.
The suffering
still continued till the end of my journey even more terrible ones. Finally, I
got the public car after standing a few minutes in front of my boarding house.
Everything ran smoothly in the public car until I saw some passengers were
giggling or even bursting into laughter. Firstly, I kept staying cool as I did
not know what they were laughing at, but when I saw my feet I realized that
they were laughing at me because of the different slippers in my feet, Carvil
on the left and Swallow on the right. It was so embarrassing me that I directly
get off the bus because of being ashamed. Unfortunately, I could not change my
slippers as my money was not enough to buy the new one, so I tried to be
confident with different slippers in my feet. The rain fell heavily when I
arrived at Jam Gadang. I had to wait for the rain to stop, standing confidently
with my different slippers. I noticed some people laughed at me but I pretended
that there was nothing happening. The heavy rain stopped at an half to six and
something more embarassing was waiting for me. Firstly, I was in doubt to
continue my journey, for it was too late and I would not be able to catch the
bus; however, I insisted on continuing my journey to come home. Janjang Gudang,
where I should walk down from Jam Gadang to take the public car to Padang Luar,
was really slippery because of the heavy rain. Because of being hurry, I was
falling down while walking on that place. Again, I was laughed by everyone but
some of them showed symphaty rather than laughter. I changed my clothes in the
public rest-room and then continued my journey. On the way to Padang Luar, I
was afraid that I would not catch the bus since it was a quarter to six. As
Saturday is trading day in Bukittinggi, I was trapped by traffic jam in Jambu
Air. I arrived at the place where the bus to my village was when athan magrib
was sounded from the mosque and there was no bus left. Such a bitter day was
that day.
To conclude,
sometimes, the enjoyable moment of coming home can be a horrible experience
that cannot be forgotten. To prevent from this bad experience, students living
far away from their parents should prepare for their journey to come home very
well. If they do not prepare well, they may experience the same thing as I did.
