Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Kebomas really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this mornin’ feelin’ like a champ, ready to tackle some woodwork. You know, just another day in the life of a carpenter. But nah, Kebomas had other plans.
First off, I hit the road on Jl. Raya Kebomas, cruisin’ past the market. The smell of fried tofu and sweet soy sauce hit me like a brick. I swear, I could’ve stopped right there and devoured a whole plate. But no, I had work to do. Gotta keep the sawdust flyin’, right?
So I get to this job on Jl. Diponegoro. Nice little house, but the owner? Ugh, total diva. She wanted a custom bookshelf, but not just any bookshelf. No, it had to be “unique” and “artsy.” Like, lady, it’s wood, not a Picasso! I mean, I can do fancy, but c’mon!
While I’m tryin’ to figure out her “vision,” I accidentally knock over a can of paint. It spills everywhere! I’m talkin’ a full-on paint explosion. I’m freakin’ out, tryin’ to clean it up, and she’s just standin’ there, arms crossed, lookin’ like I just ruined her life. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just paint! Chill!” But she didn’t get it.
After that fiasco, I needed a breather. So I hit up the warung down the street. Grabbed some nasi goreng. Man, that stuff is life! I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, when I overhear some locals talkin’ about the new mall they’re buildin’ near Jl. Pahlawan. Apparently, it’s gonna have a cinema and everything. I’m like, “Great, just what Kebomas needs—more places to spend money!”
But then, outta nowhere, I get a call. My buddy, Rudi, is in a jam. He’s stuck at a job on Jl. Soekarno-Hatta, and needs my help. So I rush over, right? I’m thinkin’, “This better be good.” Turns out, he’s tryin’ to fix a roof, and it’s a total mess. I mean, we’re talkin’ about a scene straight outta a horror movie.
We’re up there, and I’m holdin’ the ladder while he’s hammerin’ away. Suddenly, a pigeon decides to drop a bomb right on my head. I’m like, “Seriously?!” Rudi’s laughin’ his butt off, and I’m just standin’ there, covered in bird poop. Kebomas, man.
Finally, we finish the roof, and I’m feelin’ accomplished. But then, as I’m leavin’, I trip over a loose brick on the sidewalk. I go down hard, and I swear, I could hear the whole street gasp. I’m layin’ there, thinkin’, “This is how I go out? In Kebomas, trippin’ over a brick?”
But then, this sweet old lady comes over. She’s like, “You okay, young man?” And I’m like, “Yeah, just my pride hurt.” She hands me a piece of kue cubir, and I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!” That little moment made the whole day worth it.
So, I finally head home, exhausted but happy. Kebomas is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just gotta keep rollin’ with the punches, ya know? Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring?