Ibu Penjual Tempe

That time, I went home as usual.
Nothing special that day.
The road is dark as I waited for the public transportation *a.k.a angkot* to come.
That night is quite hot, as we can see how bright the sun this week, *it's a real pain, I really hate the heat, makes me sweaty and sticky* wonder when the next rain will come... TT^TT

Later on, the angkot has come.
Jump on it, sit down, then looking around and just drown in some thought as the car moves on.
It's a regular thing. I always blanked when I was on my way home.
Resting my brain for a bit from work issues.

My house located after a traditional market which is also an angkot terminal, (which is always cause a heavy traffic jam, it's already a legend. That's what you get for combining a large traditional market and public transportation terminal. Chaos. People knows the place because of the famous traffic there. What a reputation, rite?) so to reach my home, I had to pass the market and the terminal, which is never been a good experience.

But today, I see this old lady, around her 40's maybe.
Between all the fuss and all the peddlers in the market, somehow I laid my eyes and just focused on her.


She was selling fermented soybean cake, or you can simply say "tempe" .
Three small tempe wrapped in banana leaves on her left hand, and three bigger tempe wrapped in clear plastic package on her right hand.
She was looking for buyers, to buy all of her items thats left.
She seems anxious, maybe her family waited for her at home.
To think the price of a single tempe is very cheap, yet it's so hard to look for people to buy them.

And I suddenly think, "Why is it so hard? This life is so tough."
What if, I was her?
What would I do?
How would I live my life?
Lots of thought suddenly rushed into my head, and then lots of prayer goes in my heart.
How I should be thankful for what I am.
How I should be looking around instead of looking down when I thought I was miserable.
How I should appreciate and look for what I had been given.

Thank You GOD.