You're alone. It's almost dark. And the city is running out of cabs.
Saturday. Long day for a weekend: 2 meetings and one class to attend. Far far away from my home in East Jakarta.
Since morning, I got a meeting in Dharmawangsa for my side job at Blaire. Second, I got a class in Salihara, at 4pm. Then, a meeting at 7pm in Diagonale, Plaza Senayan---this one, I met bad traffic, so I arrived at 8.30pm.
I started to queue up for a cab at the lobby at 10pm-ish. It was a long queue, but even so, many people in front of me were given up already. Soooo, step forward please! Woohoo!
While I waited, I talked to a woman standing before me. She just bought many t-shirts from a store. Many... until two shopkeepers walked out to help her bringing the stuff to the cab queue line. She said she was going to arrange a gathering for the employees. "Year's closing," she said.
Then, our conversation was around the traffic we found everyday, from home to work and vice versa. It took a long time just to get one cab that time. Until she offered me, "What if we just share cab, you can drop by somewhere with more taxis available!" Her destination was Tebet and not so far from my home. Just go through Casablanca and voila!
I was stumbled a bit, but I said yes. My mom worried about me already. Besides, I was too tired and it's damned late and dark. Later, I found out that she was there with a colleague. Her colleague was waiting not so far away from the queue line. She expected to have another brand of taxi. And yes, she got it. It was white cab. She yelled out to call the woman who had been talking to me to join her. I saw from where I stood that they loaded their shopping bags into the cab. I just stood still. I wonder if the lady remembered her offer. Ha!
I didn't want to leave my spot in the line. Many people lined up after me and I had been there like forever. Surprisingly, that woman ran a little towards me and asked, "you still wanna join us?"
"Oh, yes, of course," I answered, stepping out from my spot. I jumped into the car. All the way to Casablanca, we were lucky. Not bad traffic. It's 11pm anyway.
There, we talked about the city and all. The cab driver was friendly and helpful in finding better routes. He told us that he was just about to drink his coffee when someone asked him to take him to Senayan. He drank fast and went off. His passenger was begging him. He got no choice. Cab is hard to find whenever it's raining or in weekend nights.
|Say 'Hi' to strangers, Kitties!|
Then, we arrived at Casablanca, in front of Kota Kasablanka, they dropped me off after seeing another cab standby there. I handed the money. We were sharing, that was the deal. But they refused so hardly, I couldn't resist anyway. They said it's their route and it didn't cause them any trouble to take me there.
So, there I go. Leaving them so grateful. Believe it or not. I shared the cab with couple of strangers, in the middle of the night. Alone, with them. Without knowing their names---Yes, we didn't exchange for names at all. Something unbelievable.
Maybe it's about instincts that told me if the woman wouldn't harm or anything. I gave my positive energy since morning, even before the meeting started. The class was great. I bought the book written by the lecturer. I was happy and satisfied, although I was tired. Maybe... I can feel better when I'm in neutral state.
Somehow, it opened up my eyes. I think that situation tried to make me realized something. At the time, no matter how positive I was that day, I felt I lost my trust in myself and towards anyone else. I'd been feeling lonely and in need to talk to someone. I just didn't know to whom I could trust after all the situation I got myself trapped into. But this stranger...miraculously I can trust her. In this small world, this experience woke up me if there are still someone out there I could put my trust and faith on. What a stranger!
Dear strangers, thank you! Whoever you are...and wherever you are now. It was fun!
(Not suggested, though. ^^ )
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