Belitang
I imagined walking the streets of Belitang as i used to do.
I would start at Tugu Harum, where my childhood began, and continue on to Rantau Jaya, passing Pak Dika's house where i often practiced music. Then, i would walk through the Perumahan Guru. However, instead of turning right towards Spensa, i would turn left. I preferred to save the best part for last. I would pass Stie Negara, then SMA whose name i forgot, and then pass SD 3 where i would remember everything that happened when i was in elementary school. Walking straight and circling the Tugu Hansip, i imagine the porridge man is still selling here. I continue by walking to the right side of the road which takes me to the Lapangan Polsek, TH, and Bambu Alam. I still remember all the memories i have made in this place. I will look at the water flowing along the BK. Walking straight until i reach the intersection. I will turn left at the bridge and then follow the road until i reach Masjid Agung. I will stop there for a while to look around and perhaps enter the mosque. After that, i will continue walking towards terminal and pasar. Although i would like to explore all the spots in the market, it seems like it would take too much time. I may walk slowly and in a straight line to observe every toko i pass until i reach the road to Puncak 1. Im uncertain whether to go around Puncak 1 to Puncak 5 or proceed directly to Puncak 5, but i will make that decision later. As i walk down the road to Puncak 5, many memories will come to mind. When i encounter the road to Tegalrejo, i will follow it. Next to the road lies a vast sawah. I may take a moment to looking at the view. At the end of the road, i will turn around and head back towards Puncak 5. Along the way, i will come across Tugu KTM (It appears that Belitang has many tugu wkwk). After that, i will cross the bridge and continue straight, passing the unnamed basketball court. On the other side of the road, there is a Kantor Camat. Finally, i will stand between the front gate of Spensa and Lapangan Koni.
I tell myself if that were true, and i waited long enough, then the figures of a few people would appear on the horizon across the field and slowly get bigger until i'd see that it was my friends. They waved, and maybe came over to me. I dont let the fantasy go beyond that. I cant let it. I remind myself i was lucky to have had any time with them at all.
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