Last week started off pretty bad for me. However, the situation took a 360 turn and everything seemed to work in my favour. Alhamdulillah.
The process to unblock my BCA ATM card was done in a jiffy! I went to the branch at Jl. Metro Pdk Indah and was pleasantly surprised by the fast and efficient service rendered by a Mbak Fatma.
The trash problem has been resolved. Last night, I was snapping photos of my 3-day's pile of uncollected garbage (which btw, have been ripped open by the "pemulung"). My intention was to snap daily photo of the garbage and attach them in my complain letter to the Pak RT.
A security personnel, Sofyan, who was passing by at the time saw my "photoshoot" with the garbage as my main "talent". I explained to him what my problem was. I also showed him the 6 bags of dried leaves - uncollected since the day I moved in two weeks ago.
Actually, I was planning to dump them into the nearby river. I asked Sofyan on how to get rid of the garden waste. He said he'll see to it that all garbage, be it kitchen or garden, are collected tomorrow.
This morning, I looked out my window. Sofyan kept his words. I will vote for him as the new Pak RT anytime!!
Still on my new residence.
To reach my house, the shorter alternative route is down Jln. Kartika Utama. That is, unfortunately (for me), where Inul's house is.
You see, taxi is my main mode of transportation. In the last week alone, on four occasions, I've been asked by the taxi drivers the exact same question each time we passed by Inul's house.
The normal enquiry would be as follow-
Taxi Driver : Mas, ini rumahnya Inul ya? (in a slightly excited kinda tone)
Me : Ya, mas. Ini rumah Inul. (in a very, very flat, emotionless tone)
However, there was this one cab driver who had to ask more.
Taxi Driver : Dari luar kelihatan sepi ya mas rumahnya Inul. Kayak gak ada penghuni aja.
Me : hmm...... (still thinking of an approriate response... but I wanted to say... lho pikir mau meriah kayak pesta dangdutan??)
TD : Katanya Inul lagi hamil ya mas??
Me : Iya sih. Infotainment kabarin gitu. Lagi hamil anak pertama ( as Inul did not personally inform me of her pregnancy, I had to quote a highly reliable source).
TD : Iya. Katanya bayi tabung uji. Gimana ya mas bayi tabung uji itu?
Me : hmmmm... (thinking of an answer. Flashed back 19 years in time - in the chemistry lab, the last year I held a test tube)
TD : Mas, apa bayi itu dari Mas Adam??
Ok. Here was a taxi driver who is defininately in the wrong profession. He should be writing for a tabloid!!
Me : Kalo bukan dari Mas Adam, dari sapa?? (I wanted soo badly to add .... dari lho???)
TD: Gak tau. Saya gak ngerti proses hamil tabung uji.
Me : Belok kiri di depan itu ya mas (The only thing I could come out with to cut short the conversation)..
Now, I wish Inul would put up a big illumanted sign with the words, in capital, bold, letters...
"Ini Rumah Inul".
That ought to spare me from getting the same question, over and over again.