I did a foolish thing this afternoon. I went out to the park on Pemuda Street to get some boiled corn and peanut. I was waiting for the seller to put the corn and peanut into the plastic bag when a small boy appeared from nowhere and stopped near me. I thought he was not older than 8 or 9 years old. He was wrapped in shaggy clothes and torn sandals and carried a shabby linen bag. He raised his arm and waited. It just wasn’t the right time for him because I was not in the mood to be kind to beggars. Earlier I was angry because this town had had too many of them nowadays. So, I signaled for him to go away and posed a face that I did not want to be disturbed. He did not move. And I hardened my face and showed my mad expression. He kept his arm on the air and I kept ignoring him. When I got my corn and peanut ready, I started my Kharisma, stepped into the gear and rode away.
I did not know why but I could not get rid of him from my mind all the way home. What if he hadn’t had anything to eat all day? What if he didn’t have a place to sleep? Isn’t he just a victim of urbanization? All bad thoughts came into my mind. At the village gate, I turned round and sped back to the park. I couldn’t find him.
I really am feeling very bad. I am not a mean person, you know it well. It just happened that I was not in a good mood that time. I wish he knew that I came back for him. I wish he knew that I really am very sorry what I have done. I really am very sorry and I promise to you I’ll have a better control of myself next time J