I was rummaging for some interesting books in TGA, Senayan City when I heard it.
“Indonesians read all the books. Wow… Look at that Les Miserables”
I turned around and smiled.
“Really…they translate all to Bahasa. Even Paulo Coelho’s. Tsk tsk tsk…”
“Well…yeah,” I nodded. “But I’m not sure if it’s better understood in Bahasa. You know what I mean? Sometimes the words just don’t translate and it gets redundant and funny.”
“Excuse me, are you Indonesian or…?”
“Yes, I am”
“Sorry, I thought you were not. Your English is very good. Are you..ehmm half-Chinese or?”
“I am of Chinese descent hahaha…”
“Ok, that makes sense. Because you look like one! I’m Chinese also but I’m from Philippines. My grandparents are from Taiwan. I speak little Chinese though. Well, they live in Taiwan.”
“Same here… I can’t speak Chinese. I understand the basic conversation but don’t expect me to reply back hehehe… I have a Chinese name, can you believe it? And I don’t speak the language.”
There it goes, my confession 😛
“Ahh..It’s okay. Of course it’s good if you can, but it is so overrated that just because of some genetic background you have to master the whole cultural thingy!”
Wow..I love this person. So damn sensible!
“So..tell me something. Do you Indonesian read Les Miserables? I read the English version and it was so difficult. I was like..whewww you have that in Bahasa!”
“I’ve never read it. But I watched the movie, Claire Danes playing the daughter? Very good. I guess the book must be good too, or even better.”
“I never watch the movie. I only read the book. It’s good but I had to work extra hard to understand it hehe… But I would recommend this one. Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist. Very good. All his books are good and this one is a masterpiece.”
“Hmm…worth trying. Besides, it’s cheap!” 😛
I grab one copy.
“Are you into movies?”
“Yeah, you bet!”
“Gosh…me also! I just watched Bangkok Dangerous. It’s good. Well…the ending could have been better. But it’s okay. Not bad.”
“Nicholas Cage? Hmmm… gotta watch it!”
I totally love Nicholas Cage, even with his receding hair 😛
“Wow…we’ve got lots of things in common!”
(I have no better response than a clumsy ha-ha)
“Hey do you want to grab something to eat? I’m meeting some friends at dinner time. So it’s about 3 freakin hours of waiting?”
“Actually I’m also waiting for some friends. Errrr…where are we going?”
I hesitate for a moment.
Is it safe to go with a stranger? But we have lots of fun and perfect conversation to begin with.
“Okay, I pay for this book first.”
I’m trying to buy some time. Go…not go…go…not go…
(intro of Puddle of Mudd’s She Hates Me. My message alert)
“Fen psn dr dina 15 mnt
lg dia nyampe.km tlg
telp dia.pulsanya abis.”
Okay…it’s the message from God. Maybe it is not safe to go with a total stranger.
“Sorry…my friend is coming in any time soon.”
“Ah..okay..no problem. I’ll go to Plaza Senayan, they have Periplus there. Some place where I can actually read a book and understand! Hahaha… Can I get your number?”
We exchange numbers.
Nice to meet you.
(That was my story of meeting a perfect stranger. We shared a good laugh, common interest, smart conversation, and above all, a strange chemistry. I would love to end this story with some hopeful remarks from some cheesy romantic love songs (I’ve finally found someone or We could be in love, to name some 😛 ). But I can’t. It’s not ‘him’. It’s ‘her’. Yep…my perfect stranger is a girl 🙂
PS: Nice to meet you, Chona Young. Hope we can hang out when you’re in the neighborhood 😉