Type: Fiction
Sawang sinawang
One afternoon, the three of us coolly sat in the courtyard of the house, a gentle breeze with the sun already leaning westward, adding to the coolness of our conversation, just in front of the courtyard of the house there were lots of careless, aloof cars.
There have been many topics of conversation flowing from the mouths of the three of us while alternating with laughter, sometimes laughing loudly.
It's also good to be a rich person ... said my friend Supri.
Really ... my dream.
Yes, I can take a walk using a car, a lot of money, a beautiful wife, a healthy child, a building house that has lots of money and women, and laughs grinning.
Ah..who said ... say my friend's damn one more ..
Well, that's the proof before our eyes ... answered supri. While pointing at a family car, which consisted of a father next to him sat a beautiful woman while behind sat a few teenagers.
Yes ... yes. For a moment the three of us fell silent ... then laughed again, who knows what was laughed at ... maybe the fate of the three of us who were unlucky, was still unemployed.
While driving the car steering wheel of a father who was told earlier by us looked at the three of us with glaring eyes ..
Maybe in his heart he said ...
Yummy so the three of them, can laugh, joke, sit relaxed without burden, not like me, a lot of work, lots of dependents, debt, busy, tired, stressed..hahhh
It turns out that what we think is good for someone is not necessarily good for those who feel it.
Said the Javanese, called sawang sinawang.