The Ditchin' on Friday (Jumat)

Another Jumat, another week is almost over. I sat in the regular cafe where I could enjoy browsing without have to order some foods or refreshments during Ramadhan. Today, I was about to announce to one of my main talents that our shooting schedule is going to be postponed until further notice. 

While, I was waiting for her, in front of me were sitting a couple, a mixed ones. The male species was the caucasian. He could be from Europe or Australia, but definitely not an American. The female species was the local ones. But she was not a regular 'ayam' as we may call them here in Jakarta. She could be anyone you see at the 21 cineplex, hanging out with your usual female buddies, or even your girlfriend's girlfriend. In other word, she was far from the typical 'ayam'.

('ayam' literally translated to chicken)

I plugged my earphone, opening my playlist and let it play. But I could not stay away from seeing her eyes. The caucasian male's back was against me, while over his shoulder I could see her sad expression. Once in a while, she threw her gaze toward the window outside. Her moist eyes seemed to tell her previous past and promises she received with this caucasian male. In between, she forced a smile and had herself open her mouth as giving a reply or engross in the male's conversation. My nosiness asked for their conversation throughout. So, I turned off my iTunes, hoping to catch the conversation. No avail. The ambience music of the cafe was too deafening, at least to their conversation I would like to eavesdrop.

I played along with my imagination of where their conversation is going to. Perhaps, it was promises. They dealt with promises being held up. Those broken promises could not keep up with her teary eyes. At least, she didn't create a scene by barging that caucasian dude, slapping him around, cursing in Indonesian with the reply of foul-mouthed English. If I were a referee, I would give a point to this Indonesian girl. This caucasian dude was still blabbering as my playlist was playing 70's song of "emotion" by Samantha Sang. So far, Indonesian 2 - caucasian 1. 2 for not creating a scene and the ability to hold up more tears streaming down her face. 1 was for giving promises but not keeping it. (at least that's what my imagination told me, and that is so male)

Finally, as in every game, everything has a time up. My nosiness was abruptly stopped when she got up, followed by the dude. He gave his hand which she responded with hers. No kiss or embrace. Only a gaze away by the girl as they both shook hand. She didn't even look at him, and in a beat, she walked away, leaving the caucasian dude alone on the playing field.

Damn, if there were a bank of promises, I think the world would fill up so quickly. If I wasn't too nosy with my imagination roam around people's problem, I would not even have a thought about the promise bank....What a Friday to end the entire week.