Jakarta Short Story
Bandara Soekarno-Hatta 11:00 AM: Mid-2002i’m just arriving after long hour on plane from Seoul, where the city is soo well…. unlike Jakarta…Here I am at the airport Lobby lookin’ for a cab…no time for resting at home… i have to get to Depok QUICK!!!and there’s 1 taxi whose colour just look like Bluebird taxi (apparently, it is not…)Driver: “Taxi boss?”Me: “UI Depok… brape?” (depok. how much?) (since I know it’s hard to find taxi with proper argo-meter these days)Driver: “120 rebu” (120 thousand rupiah)and after tiresome bargaining, we closed the deal at 75 thousandoff we go…on a bumpy yet speedy ride ON THE TOLL ROAD, my musing was “oookay… wrong cab”after several near misses with several cars and busses we arrived at Pancoran flyover, where every normal driver should exit if we’re goin to depokbut not him… oh nome: “bang… ke Depok bukannya keluar tadi?” (err didn’t we miss the exit already?)driver: “tenaang dee… saya tau jalan pintas” (dont worry bro… i know a short cut)and by saying “shortcut” he means “going to Depok thru Kramat Djati market” OMFGme (musing): “dont worry.. he’s a little man.. i can take him mano on mano”and then it happensthe taxi I’m riding got into contact and slid a parking small pick-up, which happened to have 3 elderly women unloading onions…what did the driver do? did he run away feeling scared? did he stop and tackle the responsibility?nope… he just drove away like nothing happened… oh dear Lord…I look back… and of course.. the pick up is gaining speed upon us… WITH THE WOMEN IN THE BACK!! (i swear i can see their eyes filled with horror)and they cut us off, easilytaxi driver suddenly looking back… i thought he wanted to go reverse and run away instead….Driver: “ada apa yah mas?” (what’s going on here?) …. oh… that’s a question to me…Me (Musing): “PALE LO ADA APA?” (YOUR HEAD! THAT’S what goin ON!)me (actual): “ga tau mas… mungkin mau nanya jalan.. liat tuh ngetuk2” (I dont know… maybe he’s asking for direction… look he’s tapping your window atm<actually it’s more like banging your window>)and unsuspectedly he open the window, i would of closed my eyes, but the next scene was too good to miss…as soon as the window opened, a BIG hand about the size of a small tree pushed itself against the face of the driver (it is what we call.. punching)and do you remember the dolls that when you punch it and it will bounce back to standing up position again?I swear i saw same scenery after the guy driving the pick up managed to pull him outside his taxyPickup Guy (to me): “JANGAN IKUT CAMPUR LU!” (MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS) …me: *raising thumbs and smile in horror*sure…. when i need to go to Depok quickly and that guy is beating up my taxi driver.. it’s REALLY NOT MY BUSINESS!after 5-10 mins of that massacre…(and the eldery women screaming “STOOOOP IT PLEAAAASSEEE!!!”)the driver got into his seat.. and started the car…and off we go…. with still reckless style of course…here’s some randoms:me: “Digebukin bang?” (got beaten up eh?)driver: “Iye de… tapi tenang aja… udah saya tangkis kok… untung aja saya masih bisa nyimpen emosi..” (yes… but dont worry, i parry his attack, thank God i didn’t lose temper to that guy)RiiiiiigghhttFinally arrive at Depok, gang Kober jalan Margonda Raya…I paid the taxi and so here I am, waiting to cross busy Margonda…Hey the police dude helped me cross the street… nice policeman…arriving at the other side, suddenly i hear something.. like a car crash or somethinglooking back…there’s the nice policeman’s motorcycle lying on the ground… and the taxi i have driven in drove away..and next scene is the policeman chasing the taxi…Great story submitted by Yogi Natasukma.