Man, what a day! Blangpidie, you wild beast! I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, but nah, the universe had other plans. First off, I’m a firefighter, right? So, you know, danger is kinda my jam. But today? Today was a whole different level of crazy.
So, I’m cruising down Jalan Raya Blangpidie, just minding my own business, when I get a call. “Fire at the market!” they say. My heart drops. The market? That’s where all the good food is! I mean, who doesn’t love some fresh ikan bakar or those sweet pisang goreng? But I gotta do my job, right?
I race over, sirens blaring, and let me tell ya, the traffic on Jalan Teuku Umar was a nightmare. People just staring at me like I’m some kinda superhero. Newsflash: I’m not! I’m just a dude in a helmet, trying to save the day. Finally, I get there, and it’s chaos. Smoke everywhere, people running, and I’m like, “What the heck is going on?”
Turns out, some dude was trying to deep fry tempeh and, well, let’s just say he didn’t read the manual. Flames were shooting up like it was the Fourth of July! I jump into action, but not before I trip over a stray cat. Seriously, Blangpidie, can we get some animal control?
Anyway, I grab the hose, and it’s like wrestling a giant snake. I’m spraying water everywhere, and the crowd is cheering me on. “Go, firefighter, go!” they shout. I’m feeling like a rockstar, but then I slip on some spilled sambal. Yup, sambal. I’m on the ground, looking like a fool, and everyone’s laughing. Great, just great.
Finally, we get the fire under control. The market’s saved, but the tempeh guy? He’s not too happy. I mean, who would be? His whole stall is toast—literally. I try to comfort him, but he’s just glaring at me. I get it, man. I’d be mad too if my lunch plans went up in flames.
After that, I’m exhausted. I need a break. So, I head over to the local warung on Jalan Pahlawan. Best place for some kopi and a snack. I sit down, and the owner, Pak Joko, hands me a plate of nasi goreng. Bless that man! I’m chowing down, feeling like a king, when suddenly, my phone buzzes. Another fire? Seriously?
This time, it’s at a house on Jalan Merdeka. I’m like, “Can’t a guy catch a break?” But duty calls, so off I go again. When I get there, it’s a small fire, thank goodness. Just some old furniture catching flames. I’m in and out in no time, but the lady of the house is crying. I mean, I get it, but it’s just stuff, right? I try to cheer her up, but she’s not having it.
“Everything’s ruined!” she wails. I’m thinking, “Lady, you still got your life. That’s what matters!” But I don’t say that. Instead, I just nod and give her a pat on the back.
By the time I get back to the station, I’m wiped out. My uniform smells like smoke and sambal, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a cat hair stuck to my helmet. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade this job for anything. Blangpidie, with all its craziness, is home.
As I lay down to sleep, I can’t help but smile. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? Maybe a cat rescue? Or a tempeh cooking class gone wrong? Whatever it is, I’m ready. Bring it on, Blangpidie!