Written by Len
Written by Len

The Silver Man

Irregular feeling felt by Muni while he rides his motorcycle.
The silver man - a short story - writtenbylen - mlendrijulian



Muni rides his motorcycle around the city. It's night after rain came heavely. The road looks muddy, and Muni keep riding to buy bala-bala (populer Indonesian food), which is called by Bala-bala Ceu Popon (the word "Ceu" is Sundanese which means "Mrs").

Bala-bala Ceu Popon is the popular one in Muni's city. When you bought it, you would get massive bala-bala. With 10.000 Rupiah, Muni gets a pack of bala-bala, which is satisfies him. What's more, the sauce of it is very exiciting.

Then Muni arrived at Bala-bala Ceu Popon. His motorcycle parked and guarded by a parking attendant. He meets the shopman (usually a man). 

"Kang (the word "Kang" is Sundanese which means "Sir".), is the bala-bala had running out?" Muni asks when he sees the tray of bala-bala is empty.

"No, Kang. It's being fried." The shopman answers.

Muni have to wait until the bala-bala is already cooked. The good news is, not for a long time, the bala-bala is cooked. Then Muni says, "Give me bala-bala for 10.000 rupiah, Kang."

"My pleasure." The shopman put the bala-bala into a pack. Then, he put the sauce, so he can give a pack of 10.000 rupiah bala-bala to Muni. "Thanks for coming!" The shopman says.

"Anytime, Kang!" Muni answers.

So Muni takes his motorcycle which is parked and guarded by a parking attendant. He puts his bala-bala in his motorcycle's hanger, and get his seat, then turn on the motorcycle. The parking attendant stays, give the directions to Muni, so Muni can ride his motorcycle safely. Before Muni goes to ride, he give 2.000 Rupiah to the parking attendant. "Thanks, Kang." Muni says.

"Anytime, Kang. Be carefull on your way!" The parking attendant answers. Then Muni goes to ride.

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Muni decides to go home. The atmosphere of after rain night is felt. "It's the best time to go out." Muni thinks while he rides his motorcycle. It's true. Many people outside with their vehicles. Some of them are the online drivers who strives for sustain life. Some of them are teenagers who look for happiness. Some of them are people who just want to see the night to heal their stresses.

Muni sees to the other side. He sees the merchants who struggling to get money with their cart. Muni thinks, "People are struggling to get money tonight, where the others do "beauty sleep" at their bedroom. Many people who can ride their vehicles bravely, while the others have to push their cart with difficulty. Why we are so different?"

While riding his motorcycle, Muni still sees various people. He can see the child who walk around the city with an adult, who do "begger". Muni mumbles, "Unbelievable! Why the child who not old enough should be beg to the other for money? I can't forgive the adult one! Whether they are the parent, or anyone, it's unforgivable job! The child as young as him should be sleep or studying tonight! Why God? If I had money enough, I will try to save the child!" 

Irregular feeling felt by Muni while he rides his motorcycle. Now, he sees the Silver Man, who are painting their body with silver paint. They stay at the crossroad. They do as well as the child: they are begging to the others for money. "Why are they do that? Why are they should use silver paint? Would they get the money?" Muni wonders curiously. 

He breathes deeply. Inhaling. Exhaling. While he rides his motorcycle, he continues thinking. "Why does, to get money, have to be like that? Begging, selling, body painting, is this life? Ah, God, poor are they!" Muni fall into silent. Then he come to mumble again. "But wait, it's just not them. We are! Me too! We are begging to the other for money too: to our bosses, to our parents, to our friends, even to the God! We are selling for money too: we are selling our skills, our educations, our times, even ourselves! Ofcourse, we are painting our body for money too: we are painting ourselves to be happier, to be richer, to be smarter, to be more handsome/pretty, even to be other people. We hide ourselves and become the Silver Man frequently in our lifes! Oh God!"

Muni breathes deeply. Inhaling. Exhaling. While he rides his motorcycle, he backs to his home. 



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