Man, today was a wild ride in Genteng. Like, seriously, I didn’t expect it to be this intense. Woke up, sun shining, birds chirping, you know the vibe. But then, bam! Life hits ya like a bus.
So, I’m a Mourner, right? Not the most glamorous gig, but hey, someone’s gotta do it. I was chillin’ at my usual spot on Jl. Raya Genteng, just minding my own business, when I got a call. “Yo, we need you at the cemetery ASAP!” Great, just what I wanted.
I rushed over, dodging motorbikes like a pro. Genteng streets are crazy! Jl. Pahlawan was packed, people everywhere. I swear, I almost tripped over a chicken. Like, who lets their chicken roam free? Anyway, I finally made it to the cemetery.
The vibe was heavy, you know? Everyone was crying, and I’m just there trying to hold it together. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts playing with a balloon. A freakin’ balloon! I’m like, dude, read the room! But then I see the balloon float away, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like a little reminder that life goes on, even when it sucks.
Then, I overheard some folks talking about the best nasi goreng in Genteng. I mean, come on! We’re at a funeral, and they’re chatting about food? I wanted to scream, “Can we focus, people?” But I just rolled my eyes instead.
After the ceremony, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down Jl. Merdeka, trying to clear my head. The street vendors were out, selling all kinds of snacks. I grabbed some kerupuk, and let me tell ya, it was the best decision ever. Crunchy, salty goodness. Made me forget about the whole mourning thing for a sec.
But then, I saw this old lady struggling with her groceries. I rushed over, like a superhero or something. “Need a hand, ma’am?” She looked at me like I was an angel. I felt good, you know? Like, maybe I’m not just a Mourner. Maybe I can make a difference.
Then, bam! My phone buzzes. Another call. “We need you at Jl. Diponegoro!” I’m like, seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break? But duty calls, so off I go.
When I got there, it was a whole different scene. People were laughing, sharing stories. I was confused. “Is this a wake or a party?” I thought. Turns out, they were celebrating the life of the person who passed. I mean, what a twist!
I joined in, sharing some funny stories. Laughter mixed with tears, it was beautiful. I even cracked a joke about how I’m the “professional Mourner” and they all laughed. It felt good to lighten the mood.
As the sun set over Genteng, I realized something. Life’s a rollercoaster, man. One minute you’re mourning, the next you’re laughing. It’s all part of the ride.
So, I headed home, feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, sad, confused. But mostly, grateful. Grateful for the people, the moments, and the crazy streets of Genteng.
Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just gonna chill and enjoy the ride.