Lost..

“Assalamualaikumm…”

Hosh hosh hosh… rushed to home, deadly sweaty exhausted.

“Huwaaa, aku nyasar lagi Ras!”

“Waalaikumsalam, haha, emang kapan kamu ngga nyasar fa?”

Hehe, bitterly smiling. Indeed, for me it was (really) hard to go somewhere far without getting lost. And that day, I just got home (and of course, got lost and even felt asleep in train so I missed the home station) from my hostfam’s house. And the day before yesterday, I was lost on the way home from baito (part time job). So that’s why, my roommate was not so surprise. It seems like almost every day I am lost.

But today I’m really happy tough. You know what? I am sure this is the VERY first time of my life time IN Japan. One Japanese-grown up-man asked me to guide the way! Well, maybe it was not unusual thing for me in Indonesia, when some foreigners ask me which direction to go. But in this case, among the Japanese people near Suzukakedai Station, I AM, an Indonesian head-scarfed girl, which is no one doubt that I AM THE FOREIGNER—who  always got lost and always be the one who ask the way to policeman. And the man, which is TOTALLY JAPANESE, ask me about the way, in JAPANESE LANGUAGE!.

WHATT?? At once, I thought he spoke to other Japanese people, but HEY, HE ASKED ME!

He just suddenly                                         : すみません、いいですか

Me, nervously,  have nothing word but     Continue reading

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