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Saturday, 13 May 2017

Helping Tickets

Hai.

Jadi beberapa hari yang lalu, kebetulan gue berangkat ke kantor dari rumah Cibubur naik bus APTB. As you may know, ketersediaan tempat duduk yang lebih sedikit dibandingkan tempat duduk di bus lain membuat beberapa penumpang tentunya terpaksa untuk berdiri berjam-jam. Apalagi bus yang gue naiki ini jurusan Cileungsi - Blok M. It took over one and a half hour to pass the traffic along Jagorawi and Dalkot Highway. For the record, I always got the seat. Bukan karena gue perempuan dan lebih diprioritaskan untuk dapat tempat duduk, tapi, karena memang kebetulan, tempat gue menunggu bus which is di depan komplek rumah itu masih jadi pemberhentian awal-awal untuk bus saat mau berangkat.

Pagi itu, ketika semua kursi sudah terisi semua, ada seorang bapak paruh baya memakai kemeja merah garis vertikal, celana jeans, dan sepatu Kickers berwarna cokelat berjalan masuk ke dalam bus. I didn't saw him at first because I was too busy browsing on my phone until there's a woman offers her seat to him. It was such a kind and nice thing she did. Unfortunately, he refused. Sempat ada perdebatan kecil seperti, "gak apa apa Pak duduk di sini aja" kata si wanita sambil bergestur ingin berdiri. Si Bapak tetap menolak dan memilih untuk berdiri saja dan akhirnya pun ia berdiri tepat di depan gue.

When I saw him, suddenly I remembered my grandpa. He was not look like him by the face but more of his posture. His white hair, also. He's old. I know he would feel tired if he has to stand on the bus for, I don't know, maybe 2 hours? Then I imagine my grandpa were standing on the bus for that long time. And suddenly I felt so much pain. I'm sad and I was trying so hard to hold my tears. I don't know why he refused the seat for him. He knew he would feel tired. He knew he's old. But he refused that girl's offer. I also was cursing my self at that time, "Stupid! Why remain silent? Try offer him your seat. Maybe he changed his mind? Don't be such that girl Pita come on!" My other mind was thinking and exactly know that he would refused again if I offer my seat because he thinks he's a man and he would not took a woman's seat for him, a grown up man.

Gak berapa lama dari perbincangan ramai yang terjadi dipikiran gue, kali ini seorang pria yang duduk bersebrangan dengan kursi barisan gue mencoba menawarkan kursinya untuk si Bapak. Sayangnya si Bapak tetap menolak dengan senyum dan gestur tangan yang menandakan "gak usah". Bus masih berjalan. Kira-kira 10 menit kemudian, pria tadi berdiri dari kursinya dan bilang, "gak apa apa Pak, duduk sini, kan gantian" yang akhirnya tawaran itu diterima oleh si Bapak. Yang sebenarnya kata "gantian" hanya supaya membuat si Bapak gak merasa "gak enak" dan gue berani taruhan, kalau si Bapak udah merasa cukup untuk duduk beristirahat, pasti si Bapak akan menawarkan kembali si pria tadi duduk dan tentu saja pria tadi pasti akan menolaknya.

Lalu, beberapa saat setelah si Bapak duduk, mengucapkan terima kasih dan berbincang sebentar dengan pria tadi, ia tertidur pulas. Yes, he's definitely tired. I was spending my time on the bus, reading. And for a couple time, spying on them both (si Bapak yang tertidur pulas dan si Pria yang berbaik hati rela berdiri sepanjang perjalanan.) Bus akhirnya sampai di pemberhentian pertama yaitu Komdak Plaza Semanggi setelah kurang lebih 1,5 jam. Sebagian orang turun dan melanjutkan perjalanannya ke kantor. Beberapa halte berikutnya akhirnya gue turun, meninggalkan si Bapak, si Pria, dan cerita pagi itu di bus.

From that day, I learned something so precious. Be kind to each other. Be nice to each other. Help them. Give them your hand (or your seat if they need.) Help them without thinking about their gender, religion, age, where they came from, what they wear. No matter what or who they are, if you think they need something and you could do it for them, then do it. Instead of feeling you loose your seat (or else), you would feel peace deep down in your heart. Because that's what I felt when a couple months ago, I gave my seat on the bus to an old lady. I was carrying two heavy bags at that time and I was so tired and sleepy that morning but I know she needs that seat more than me. When she has arrived her destination, she's looking for me while I was standing a few step away from the seat, and she gave me back the seat. She smiled, she remembered me and I knew she would help someone too, exactly on that day. Pass the happiness, pass the "helping tickets" to one and another. Because if you help someone, then he/she would help someone else and on and on. After you've done all the things I've said, you'll understand how grateful the feeling I felt the day I help that young lady.


Ps. I hope you're doing fine, both of you! Sorry for secretly taking photos of you, guys. Thanks for the inspiration.