The Day I...

The Day I...
The day I remembered the most was the day when I arrived at Lombok International Airport at Lombok. I was there for my earliest holiday after I finish my national exams.
For most people, arriving at another country's airport seems to be very neutral or exciting, but for me I will remember that day in my heart because I arrived just at another airport, still designated somewhere inside my beloved Indonesia. There was simply something that made my heart felt some sort of sympathy, sadness, devastated, and an unsaid feeling deep down inside. It's just... Different for me.
That day as I arrive, I was picked up by a hotel car. But before I got a chance to put my foot in the car, I saw a group of people gathering, mostly kids waiting for the woman I don't know that has been walking alongside of me to come approach them.
Soon as both of us get close to the crowd, I heard the most peculiar sound I have ever heard, the voice of kids screaming for happiness. I look to my left and notice that these kids are all hugging her and kissing her in her cheek. I heard one of them say: "I miss you, mama!" And again, I saw them cry.
My heart is cruched as time swallows my pride. I don't know who this woman is, nor the kids surrounding her. But I may have guessed that she is someone who works out of her country, out of our country, serving a different nationalitied master. That day, she was coming home to see her family again.
I couldn't imagine if it was me working far away from home. I couldn't imagine of it was I who was left by my mother. I could never, never, never imagine what would I have suffer there. But I just can't help myself to not stop thinking about them. There's something deep down inside my heart that made me feel sad about my country's decision to let those woman and men to work outside their very own country. That feeling I had, it was like, I have been stabbed by someone in my heart and the blood come out rushing out of my body imediately. It just felt sick and burdened like that. What a horrible, horrible, terrible feeling to encounter.
I don't know what is their purpose of working outside our country. Maybe they wanted a better life, a better money income, or anything else. I can never understand their choice in my heart and mind if they didn't tell me. But if I could have had the chance of the day I saw this woman and those kids, I believe that someday, I'm not just gonna sit there and laugh at this condition, but I'm gonna have to do something about it. Something, that can ease their pain when their sweat is not full of what is worth compared to it.
I felt guilty most of the time all along the way until today when I remember that sight again. She might not come home with a lot of money, but how dare I came there just to spend my money for the things I don't need when if she has those money, she could have eat and live for at least 2 months without working? I somehow felt miserable and wanted to be blamed due to all this simply because I know her blood is the same blood of nationality that runs in my veins. I wanted to cry all I could that day, but I couldn't.
The problem now is how am I supposed to plead people who have money they usually spend to give it now to those people whose happiness and safety is the most important thing to me now? How am I gonna make that one change in my life on this condition?
I guess that would be the greatest mystery from what this day will count as in my future to bless my own nation.
I believe that if it is my destiny to be a world changer, then it will change. Someday, somehow. Live Love Laugh -red
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