Another pregnant co-worker said temporary goodbye to us all in the office before going home this afternoon.
Yes. There are two pregnant co-workers in the office and one of them has giving birth a couple weeks ago. Everyone gave congratulations through e-mails or skype, because she´s not going to come until two months ahead. Maternity leave.
This afternoon everyone kissed her for the last time. Nope. Just for 3 months ahead. For me personally, it´s a little bit sad, because we are going to miss her loud voice and while she´s singing daily. Her big and loud voice always entertained us during the boring hours. Her nice and opened personality always makes us laughing. There´s always something from her that can makes us cheer up again. O je! Sie wird weg ab morgen! Our clown will take a rest for a while.
And, another co-worker is going to leave at the end of next week. She has to go back to her country. Yes, she has to go back to Vietnam. It´s going to be sad, because I won´t see again someone who sit beside me every working day. I won´t see again someone I can ask tons of questions every day. But, people come and go. I can´t do anything but accept it.
One thing I know, she plan to come back for a vacation next year. She said that she wants to travel again in Indonesia. The time is not enough to travel, she told me. Two months is not enough. Yes. It is not enough to travel in Indonesia in two months. Even one year is not enough to enjoy the adventure in my country, I said to her. Not being too much, but it is. From Medan to Jayapura can take a whole day with a flight. From the west to the very east of Indonesia might take 24 hours. Well, I did it once years ago. It was quite exhausting and I don´t know if I can do it again. Hahaha. Take a rest. Take a rest. It´s time to take a long rest. Maybe a year would be enough, I´m sure.
Pregnant moms. Soon, they will be a woman. Completely being a woman.
I feel, I´m getting jealous with every pregnant women … #lol
I feel weird and glad at the same time. My neighbors are 4 men in 4 rooms. We are in the second floor. My room is in the middle. I just found out from the watcher a week ago that 2 men are going to rent the rooms for a month, because I saw him cleaning up the rooms and prepared things in the room. They´re on a vacation in Bali and maybe travel to other islands also, he said. Well, glad to hear that at the time, because I won´t feel alone again on the second floor every night. Even they will stay just for a month. At least there is someone stays in the other rooms next to my room to the right and left. I don’t mind if they screaming out loud during the football match. Though it´s going to be quite annoying. But it´s okay. Just being tolerance not going to be that bad, right? I won´t see them either during the working days. By the way, 3 of them are French and one is the watcher. Yes. It´s become a French nest, I supposed. Downstairs there are also a French couple, if I was not mistaken. French nest. I start to name it like that since 3 weeks ago. Yup. A French nest. It looks like that I am going to start to get stories about French neighbors. Later I will share some daily life stories.
Stories from weekends are always interesting and I want to share mine.
Yesterday I went with a co-worker from Vietnam to Lottemart, a Korean wholesale market in southern Sanur. We went there by Bali bus, Sarbagita from Sanur. It was the second time I enticed her to use the bus, not taxi or a motorbike. She has problem with the heat in Bali, so she´s quite picky with the transportation. Suddenly, after we reached the destination, something went wrong. We didn´t know how to across the street, because Lottemart is on the other side of the bus stop. Well, I said to her that there´s no other way but to walk a little further back and across the street using the cars turn. So we walked back and forth. And then she started to share a little bit about her stories with motorbike or walking. When she was in Germany for a year, she used to walk to reach places or using a bike. That´s how it supposed to, I think. J That is what I like about living in Europe. You should walking, use a bike or bus to go anywhere. It´s more earth friendly, I´m sure. Less air and sounds pollution. When she got back to Vietnam, she used a motorbike. Now, as she stays for 2 months in Bali, she has to walk a lot. Not often using motorbike. She walks for 5 minutes to the office every working day and to other important places, such as the traditional market, Pasar Senggol, to the grocery, Hardy´s, or maybe to the beach, she uses her bike. I am quite sure, it´s only about habit. Since I was on the first grade, I have had to walk to school and to go back home for kilometers long. I was never expected my parents to drive me to school. Sometimes my father did, but only because of certain things.
The interesting thing about her is, she always prepare herself with something to cover her skin. Wearing a scarf each time she goes out and is the sun shines so hot, she´ll take a cap to cover her head, instead of using an umbrella. Once, she asked me, why I never wear something to cover my head or my skins from the sun. I said only one thing and only. I come from Indonesia and my home city is as hot as in Sanur. An information about my home city, Medan. Medan is a city quite near to the sea. But the humidity is much higher than in Bali and also because of the air pollution from the vehicles is quite similar with Jakarta, the city that I always avoid to visit from now. So, I can understand about her problem with the heat. The only thing that I feel really grateful is, Sanur is windy but not so humid.
After we both reached Lottemart, we took a look around. I started from the fridge section. She accompanied me for a few minutes, but then disappeared to somewhere I didn´t know exactly. We were separated. Actually I was just want to compare the prices in this wholesale mart with other marts, such as Hypermart and Carrefour. No shopping. But then something went wrong. She shopped! Hahaha. She started to buy seafood and vegetables. She went here and there. She called me to ask what where. At the first time it supposed to be quick. But after I saw my watch, 4 hours passed us by just like that. I didn´t mind to accompany her to shop, but it supposed to be me whose going to shop even if I have to shop in there, not her. J It was the second time I accompanied her to a shopping place. The first time was to Galeria Mall. We went there, because she wanted to buy middle size luggage in a shop that she was already been there before.
In the cashier was not that good. Someone who was there for shopping and for the first time has to register and then they can pay what they take from the racks. In my opinion, it´s not a good way to make people come again to shop. I have to wait for about 15 minutes, while my friend waited in line. How would they know that people will come again to shop or not, even though they were already registered. I think, it was not a good management. I saw also not so many people shopping there. It means something.
We went home with lots of things to carry. She looked glad. Maybe because the items Lottemart sale are cheaper than other wholesale marts in Bali. I don´t think so. Many items were also more expensive than in other wholesale marts.
No „letting go“ ever easy to do. To face or to accept. But, this time it looks like that I have to let him go. For good. Even though my heart say no and try to fight for him. But, this time I give up. Really. I don´t have the power to make him stay with me.
This is what supposed to do. And I did it. The Power of Goodbye.
Ja. Fast 2 Monaten bleibe ich schon in Bali. Genau in Sanur, Denpasar. 3 Wochen habe ich schon gearbeitet. Es ist mir immer noch kaum zu glauben. Vor paaren Monaten habe ich ihn gesagt, dass ich nach Bali fliegen mochte. Um zu arbeiten und zu urlauben. Einfach so. Ich möchte ein neues Leben anfangen. Und, hier bin ich. Fast 2 Monaten vorbei ist, und warte ich noch viel mehr von Bali. Vor allem, von mir selbst. Kein Spiel mehr. Kein Beschweren. Keine Sauerei. Keine Mitbewöhnern. Alles allein machen, besorgen und einrichten. Tja, jeder muss überleben, oder? 🙂 Jetzt sollte ausruhen und warte auf Morgen auf. Gute Nacht, WPers! Schönen Abend noch Deutschland, Österreich und Liechtenstein. 🙂