"Do You Remember Your Dream, Sir?"

waiting for a jetplane train

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh

Aloha. Saya emang masih jauh dari hebat buat nulis bahasa inggris, tapi 12 tahun belajar inggris tanpa sekalipun bikin karangan rasanya ada yang kurang. Maka jadilah artikel ini *tepuk tangan*. Isinya lebih tentang keajegan hati penulis sih. haha. oke sekian terima kasih.

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"Do You Remember Your Dream, Sir?"

I am waiting a train in a station. The station is very quiet, almost nobody else in there when suddenly someone shouted.

"Hey sir!"

My head turns to the voice. It was a boy. But I don't know him.

"Me?"

"Yes, you are. Nobody else is in the room, duh."

Somehow I want to hit this boy. How comes he show no politeness to the older ones like me. Oh shit, he come closer. I think he must be a beggar or maybe a thief trying to take my attention while another ones take my wallet. I have to be cautious.

"Woah, you are very big and tall. Must be a basketball player huh? I wonder if I can be as high as you."

Here he goes. The boy is standing in front of me. He got a small eyes, black pupils, big nose, thick lips and curly hair like sheep fur. He has white skin but a bit pale and very skinny. A little shy. Maybe some kind of home kid. I guess he is not a thief and I can put down my cautious a little.

"You are handsome too. How many girlfriends do you have now? Lemme' know, I'm good at keeping secrets."

He giggling. I show no interest and drawn my novel. Child of All Nations. I give him a hand sign to go away.

"I'm just joking. Don't take it personally. I tried to be a nice person in front of you. But it seems that I'm failed right? Guess I need to learn more."

Instead of go away, he is sitting around the corner. Gosh, what do this kid wants?

"You forget me, don't you?"

I don't even know you in the first place. But I said nothing to him. I hope it will make him go away and stop being a pain in the ass.

"Well.. You do.. It's okay, I know you are too busy now. If I may ask.. Do you remember your dream, sir?"

Dream? LOL. I've been 22 years old now kid. I'm just graduate from a state college, and now I'm planning on find a part-time job, pass TKD test, become a civil servant and spend my whole life time from morning to evening working in my desk everyday. And then when I get old I will retired and spend my time with grandchildrens, tell them stories of my life... Yeah I know, maybe most of my story is boring things about my work. But that's fine. So I take no glimpse to dream at all. My answer is no.

"Wha.. you don't? C'mon, you can't just forget it!"

I don't understand what he is talking.

"You know, I still remember clearly that I wanted to become a drawer. An artist. To draw all the imaginary things in my mind that not even a single devil knew."

The hell with you? I don't want to hear your dream kid! This boy is disturbing so much that I move away from the chair. I can hear the train is coming. Yet he still speaks.

"And i know I would be a great artist! I do have talents. In high school I doodling the whole time. Every table and book that met my sight would be in perish by my doodle. Even more, my skill developed and I created manga at an early age. 10 years old! Imagine! I also created some mangaka club along with my friends. Wasn't that some passions?"

Yeah keep talking like an idiot. Well, you do have talents but why don't you entered ITB or ITENAS rather than tell your dream to someone random. But.. as so you know kid, the art course won't give you much money, or so my mother said to me 4 years ago. Chase your dream, but after that you will be poor. LOL. I keep ignoring this nuisance kid and talk to myself instead.

"Not to mention, another talents that I got is english. I am so proud that no one beat me in english lesson in school, ever. It means I am far beyond my age. Too bad I don't have money to continue my study, my parents are both retired..."

So you want to continue to study at English Literature? Makes me remember about myself. In fact I long for English too, I entered both UPI and UNPAD English Literature. But again kid, the english literature course won't give you much money. Or so my parents said. Moreover you have a financial problem. I suggest you to take a free state college like me. Then again, you will lose your drawing and english skill eventually. In other words, your skill will just a rubbish.

"Well sir, I think I won't take any major on any of those. I will be a burden for my parents...so... I have a plan in one year I will train myself... "

"...to study to Europe..."

I can't hold it that I laughing so hard. This small punk wants to study to Europe? With no money and only drawing and english skills?? Pfft. Keep on dreaming kid. As if dreaming can make a pig flies!! My parents said that this world is cruel! Job is hard to find! Even a cum laude having a hard time looking for a job!! And here you are, sharing your UNLIKELY dream to a random person? Keep your bullshit out of me!!

The train is finally comes. An old train with so many broken windows and rusted iron. It make me feels nostalgic to the first time I ride a train. Acceptance of the state college makes me able to ride this train. My parents were so happy. So I gave them a smile too, even deep down I hate to be entered this college. The train starting to move when I recalled all those struggling times, just so I can get my dream come true. Hey! Come to think of it, I also have dreams 4 years ago... No! Not to become a civil servants! I don't want to become a civil servants like my father! My dream is...  to study to  Euro...wait..wait a minute.

Somehow I recalled the dreams the kid talks. He is not blabbering, he is talking about my own dreams!!! But how could he..? Oh wait..wait... I look back to the chair. He is not there. I take a look around. Yet he can't be found.

 Yes. The boy is myself, 4 years ago.

Since then I always wonder: If I told him what I have become now, would he hate me? I don't know. But, one thing for certain, I have neglected all his dreams, which is the only thing he had to spare.