As a girl raised in a not-so-crowded city, I barely arrange any meeting with friends in such crowded cities like Jakarta or Bandung. Sometimes the only free time that they had was an hour or two, and in a crowded cities like Jakarta or Bandung, those free time might just be spent on the bad traffic. If you're in Lampung, and you have an hour or two of free time, you could just drive to your friends' house or to the nearest cafe and just talk.
On the night that his father just passed away, I drove to his house, without knowing whether he had arrived from Bandung or not, I don't care if I'd be able to meet him or not. In fact, that night, I almost went home if only I hadn't heard someone told my mother that he already arrived at Bakauheni around 6 PM, so I thought he might be arriving soon (It was 8 PM when I heard the news). I was glad I waited because he arrived at around 8.30 PM. Me and Uti just shake his hand, letting him went inside his house. It was the briefest meeting I have ever had in my entire life, yet I felt relieved that I could see his face in one of the worst nights of his life.
6 days after, I went to his house again. That day, I realized that the distance between his house and mine is not so short, though it was lunch time when I went there (and working people be like : LUNCH TIIIMEEE!), it was only a half-hour drive, of course because this is Lampung, not Jakarta.
Lots of memories of us and my senior high school played back in my mind, on that night I met him so briefly, on the day I drove to and from his house, and at night after we talked for almost 2 hours.
For these last couple of years, I haven't missed my senior high school era as much as I do this week, and I have never realized how easy it is to reconnect when you're in Lampung. There's no such thing as #MissingLink here.
ISC Deux, don't be a stranger.Stay connected.
