Hang Out With An Old Friend

(Selfie with rice field background)

Tuesday morning today, June 29, 2021, I woke up at 5.37 A.M. The night before I fell asleep at 1.30 with a smile on my lips. The Spanish national team's victory over Croatia was interesting enough to make a comfortable sleep that night. The score of 5-3 is more than enough to describe the incredible game of both teams. The youth of the squad, I think, made the difference in the outcome of the game. Spain, which appeared with its young squad, successfully overcame the veteran Croatian squad led by Luca Modric. The game from foot to foot that both teams played was quite boring at first. Then, after the Spanish goalkeeper's blunder, the game was different. The tension rises, the flow of the ball becomes faster and more interesting. The end result I hoped was enough to take me to dreamland to sleep soundly.

The bathroom is my first destination today. The morning deposit must be completed immediately. Finished struggling in the sewer, I opened my phone to check some notifications. The price of our crypto coins is running low. OK, what's next? I have a few questions to myself where am I going today. Sometimes it's just lazy for something that is not sure. With this age, approaching forty, we must choose which action is efficient and effective. The remaining energy has begun to be manipulated by its use. Sigli, to be precise the village of Linggong Sagoe is where I am now. It's been three days in Sigli. Eating and sleeping regularly is a mess, my friend. Moreover, overeating because the menu makes the appetite go wild. I have to go out to see another sky today.

(Wefie with my friend, Midhun)

At nine o'clock I rode my motorbike to Sigli. Automated Teller Machines at one corner of the main city road are the destination. Damn, it didn't work when I got there. I stomped my motorbike again towards the Al-Falah Mosque and the Pidie Police Station. Pulo Pisang gas station is the nearest place for ATM. I also can an once row two three goals at the same time. I can rob my ATM and fill up dying gas. Passing the Pidie Police Station and the PLN Office, while I was driving my bike, my eyes suddenly caught a familiar face was walking at the pedestrian. At the same time he looked at me and shouted. Midhun, I will mention his name here. An old friend I met when I was studying at Jabal Ghafur Sigli University. He was working as a chauffeur for college at the time. One witness to the dynamics of my life on campus.

Midhun was on his way back to Padang Tiji. Precisely in Peudaya Village. We then headed to the Pulo Pisang gas station. There we had coffee at the gas station stall and told us many things about the past. Today, Midhun just made a driver's license for work purposes. He told a little about the job interview as a driver that just finished a few days ago. Since not working as a campus driver for the past few years, Midhun has worked farming. But this time he got a good opportunity to increase his income. Therefore, he must renew his driving license which is one of the requirements to be able to work as a driver

(The picture of escavator on The toll road's working)

After had those coffee morning at Warkop Galon Pulo Pisang, Midhun invited me to play with him. He kept his motorbike at the Grong-grong chicken market. At first he was going to use Labi-labi, the name for tradisional public transportasi on in Aceh, that only had one or two left, to return to Grong-grong. The Sigli-Gronggrong distance is only a few minutes away. Arriving there, Midhun took and rode his motorbike. On the road we then met a driver from the opposite direction who reported that there was a raid on the bridge in one of the sections of the Padang Tiji area. We are not wearing helmets. I don't even have a driving license card. Helmet, I have a problem with an itchy scalp when wearing it. Only the urgency of the moment can make me wear a helmet when driving.

The information about the raid that we got made us immediately get out of the main road. There is no point in dealing with officials who are eager to make money. It's better to go far than the money in your pocket is shoved into the pockets of those who are hungry because they are not full. We took the small route to the villages in Padang Tiji. The street which is more or less paved is a relief to pass. After a few minutes we arrived at an area that looked like a massive construction was about to take place. I still can't connect what to do with this. Midhun took me to a garden. There we chatted again for a moment. I also asked what the hell was on the ground that we passed earlier. He sad that It turns out that the land that is being farmed will be used as a toll road. Poor me, I know nothing about this. Not much information that I can dig from this friend of mine. But I could see there is a hint of a problem that he is not straightforward in telling about this. However, I don't want to go deep. Hopefully the toll road will be of useful for people later.

(Rice Field Picture Alongside The Route From Padang Tiji to Garot)

Towards noon, I said goodbye to return to Sigli. Midhun also had to return to his house. At the toll road construction site, we stopped to take pictures for a moment. Then I took the Padang Tiji - Garot route. Along the way, the scenery presented is very beautiful. The air that enters the body feels very fresh. I had time to stop at several spots to take pictures. The rice fields and greenery are still a favorite for me to capture. Alright all hivers friends, until here first our encounter through this post. May we all always be blessed by Allah SWT the rest of the blessed life. May we all stay healthy in the future. Keep the spirit to be active in doing creative work, friends. Best regards always.