Kacian

Hendry, a simple and honest office boy (where I work in Jakarta) who I test my Bahasa Indonesia with during my cigarette breaks just bought a Mio Automatic Transmission Motorcycle about a Month ago. He has always loved riding a motorcycle and I bet he had been saving months for it. During my first cigarette break of the day, I found out from someone else that his bike was stolen a few days ago.

I couldnt help but feel angry, sorry, and disgusted all at the same time. Here is a 17 year-old boy, trying to make a living on his own through an honest minimum wage (even less) job. After months (might even be years) of sacrificing, he finally gets his simple dream of being able to go around the city on his own humble motorcycle-and the world takes it away from him.

"Kacian" (poor him) we would say. "Gila" (crazy), I would say. I wonder what he would be thinking of God. If he is what he is (an average 17 year-old), he must be angry and his faith might be devastated. If he is what i hope he is (a real fighter), he would find means to make this inspire him to even greater heights.