It’s Sunday, where everyone seems to have their quality time in their beds. And here I am, with my American friend, lying down on the grass as our bed, looking the clouds moving in this lazy afternoon. Oh yeah, I almost forget to introduce myself. My name is Kuma, at least that’s what they call me. And the one who’s lying down right beside me? they call him Bobob and he never tell me his true name.
That day, we lied down as usual until: “Man, I wonder”, Bobob suddenly stood up and said ” if we could just lie down up here like, every day, it must be really fun right?”. When he said that, I know he’s going to start whining about his problem or stuffs, “What do you mean, Bob?”, “I mean, dude, imagine living in this world without having problem. It must be really cool right? huh?” He then start to talk about how cool this world without school, or how cool this world without homework or having yourself being scolded by your mom and some other stupid complaints about his life.
I stood up and said to him, “You know? I can give one solution about all of your problems”. “REALLY?” he shouted right in front of my face, “You can do that? get rid of all my problems?”, ” Well, yeah but I need you to give me something in return. How about giving me your Bon Jovi Collection? lol”, “I’ll give you anything you want man! as long as you can help me to get rid of all of this!” he replied so quickly. Then I started walking down the hill and ask him to follow me. On the way, he babbled and said that he would give me more gifts if he’s satisfied with the solution I gave him. We walked about 5 kilometers until finally we reached a gate. “Here we are, the place you’re dreaming for”, on the gate was written ‘St. Abbey’s Cemetery’. “…what do you mean? this is the place?! you gotta be kidding me” he asked in confusion. I looked at him and said, “Know this Bob, only the dead are free from any problems”. Bobob was speechless, he never imagined the answer would be like this. He took a deep breath and said, “You’re right, I think I have to stop whining about things” he thanked me and give me his Bon Jovi CDs collection he promised back there.
Written by: Andhika Kumara Djaffri







