Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bodyguard in Batu is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’, birds chirpin’, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m cruisin’ down Jl. Diponegoro, and I swear, the traffic is worse than a snail race. I’m sittin’ there, just tryin’ to sip my kopi, and this dude on a motorbike zooms past me like he’s in the Fast and Furious. I’m like, “Bro, chill! It’s Batu, not a racetrack!”
Finally, I get to the hotel where my client’s stayin’. It’s this fancy place near Jl. Ir Soekarno. I’m thinkin’, “Nice digs, but I’m not here for the view.” My client, let’s call him Mr. Fancy Pants, is all about the glam. He’s got this entourage that’s louder than a rock concert. I’m just tryin’ to keep it low-key, ya know?
So, we head out to Batu Night Spectacular. Man, that place is lit! Lights everywhere, people laughin’, kids runnin’ around. I’m feelin’ good, but then I spot a group of sketchy lookin’ guys hangin’ by the entrance. My gut’s tellin’ me somethin’s off. I’m like, “Not today, fellas.”
Mr. Fancy Pants, though? He’s all about the fun. He’s like, “Let’s go on the Ferris wheel!” I’m thinkin’, “Great, I’m gonna be the bodyguard on a Ferris wheel.” But whatever, I’m here to protect, not to judge.
We get on, and I’m tryin’ to keep an eye on those sketchy dudes. The wheel starts movin’, and I’m up there, lookin’ down at Batu. It’s beautiful, man. The lights, the vibe, the whole city buzzin’. But then, I hear a commotion below. My heart drops.
I lean over, and I see those guys makin’ a move. I’m like, “Oh hell no!” I’m yellin’ at Mr. Fancy Pants, “Get down! We gotta go!” But he’s too busy takin’ selfies. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t the time!”
Finally, we get off, and I rush him to the car. I’m fumin’. “What were you thinkin’?” I snap. He’s like, “Chill, man! It was just a ride.” I’m like, “Yeah, and you almost got us in a brawl!”
We drive down Jl. Hayam Wuruk, and I’m still heated. But then, outta nowhere, I see this street vendor sellin’ bakso. I’m like, “Okay, maybe some food will calm me down.” So, we stop, and I grab a bowl. Man, that bakso hits the spot!
But then, guess what? Those sketchy guys show up again! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I’m ready to throw down, but they just want food too. I’m like, “You guys better not mess with us.” They laugh it off, and I’m just standin’ there, confused.
After that, we head to Jl. Raya Batu. It’s packed with people, and I’m tryin’ to keep Mr. Fancy Pants close. But he spots a group of fans and runs off. I’m like, “Dude, come on!” I’m chasin’ him through the crowd, dodgin’ people left and right.
Finally, I catch up, and he’s takin’ pics with fans. I’m just standin’ there, lookin’ like a bodyguard statue. But then, one fan asks for a pic with me. I’m like, “Really? You want a pic with the bodyguard?” But I smile anyway. Gotta keep it cool, right?
As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. We head back to the hotel, and I’m thinkin’ about how crazy this day was. From traffic jams to Ferris wheel drama to bakso and fan selfies, Batu never fails to surprise me.
I plop down on my bed, and I’m like, “What a ride.” Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? But for now, I’m just gonna crash. Batu, you wild!