The Secret of Me

24 February 2008

It’s been a long time that I never go to the traditional market. At Sunday morning, I am accompanying my mother to go to the traditional market. When I arrived there, I feel the flashback of my life, the first time when I go to the traditional market in Depok with my mom. The seller, the people, the driver, the smell, the festivity, and anything about traditional market make me exciting. A lot of people with their importance are going to the traditional market.

Then there is something in my heart that I don’t know the name of this feeling make me happy. When I enter the traditional market, I can smell “traditional market smell”. Mmmm… how can I explain it, let me think… the wind brings that smell through our nose. It likes the smell of the fishes, vegetables, beans; bad smells, good smells, and weird smells mix become one. The crowded of the people, voice of the seller every where, voice of the buyer, young people, old people, the children, so amazing. I feel that going to the traditional market is an exciting journey.

Some sellers know me and my mother very well, because we have bought fish, vegetable, chicken, or anything with the same seller. And now after 3 years they still in there become old. Of course they still with the same smile, a beautiful smile, and their kindness are more than anything in this world. People like them are the best people that I ever had. And of course only Allah can make them like that, I’m thankful to Allah for everything.

Label: Life