We did our usual routine, the mathurat after the subuh prayer and also listened to a talk titled ‘serangan pemikiran’. After that, we had breakfast and was then briefed about our next journey to Jogjakarta by Pak Udi. We were told that there were lots of thief, thus all our valuables that we wanted to bring along had to be handed in. Almost everyone of us brought only a backpack which consist of three or two clothes and trousers, a ‘handuk’ or towel, toothbrush and etc.
Alright, to speed up the story, we arrived at the station princely at 7pm (well kind of). The train or mostly known as ‘kereta’ here was expected to arrive at 9pm. We waited, waited and waited for 2 hours which surprisingly seemed to be a very-very long time. I also had time to go to the toilet (I did this although it wasn't really an emergency, I thought of what would happen if I didn't go now..there is no way I’m going to the wc in the train!). But one this trip to the toilet was totally different. I was accompanied by Suhailah. I saw two arrows and one was pointing to the girls toilet and without hassle I went in (I intended this trip to be a short one because of the fact that I was worried if I missed the train). The toilets were full to my disgrace and I had to wait again (this trip to java was really testing my patience..isnt it? because for your information i hate waiting! I inhabited this from my father I think). All of a sudden, a door was opened and a man came out (what a man??!) I was shocked for a while even more after the man said some thing to me which sounds like this "Ni ada toilet kosong, masuklah....", while indicating to the toilet which he just came out from (euww...yuck!!). But I didn't have a choice did I? (I had already payed Rp 1000, or 40cent to get in, a bit expensive compared to Malaysia's price which is only 20cent). I went in and out as fast as I could so I wont meet other opposite genders in there. On my way out, I took another glance at the two signs to see both sign for 'pria' and 'wanita' are pointed to the same.
We the girls and boys were also divided into three small groups before the train arrived. This strategy was so the boys could keep an eye and help protect us girls from danger (really??). Large bottles of mineral water were also given out to everybody. The clock was pointing at 8.40pm, we were really bored and started talking again. My friends and I were deeply obsessed in a conversation when suddenly a greenish-yellow hand was put out in front of us. My glance shifted from the strange stranger to Asma’ Aminuddin who was standing beside him. We were all terribly silent and didn't know what to do. I didn't dare look at Atikah, Syaimaa’, Ameerah, and Sakinah as the old stranger was muttering something. I sighed as a sign of relief after the man had gone... Thank god a young man (surely from “the protector group”) was alert of the things going on. Who you ask? Let that be a secret! (wont want him to be too proud huh?) but, for sure it wasn't one of my group ‘protectors’. The lad had given the man a dig in his shoulder and gave him some money. We are so grateful of this gentleman heroic act and therefore would like to express our gratitude (which we haven't done yet..) Only Allah can pay you for you kindness, thank you.
At 8.55pm, a loud rumbling sound could be clearly heard from far away, we all got our things ready to run and make sure we get sets on the train. But as I write this memory, I start giggling to myself, why you ask? The answer was the mobile that we waited eagerly for was only a train head! In the end the real whole train finally came, we ran and went into the sardine packed train. My group was to be on guard from 11pm till 1am. Each group took turns in insuring everyones safety. But although it was night, we were restless. Why shouldn't we be as the ‘pengamen’ and sellers were doing their jobs out loud (and i really do mean LOUD!!). The train was like a market place, and yes! beggars were also in sight. My team had to guard again between 3 to 4am. As I was woken by a friend I heard a man shouting ‘salee...salee...’. At first, there was no response, but after a while a mischievous laughter broke down. The reason? Ask Ammar Salleh.
I accidentally dosed off to sleep after a little laugh. Suddenly, someone snapped his fingers and awoke me. I was really sure that it was one of the noisy sound makers, but my thoughts were 100% wrong. Instead, it was Pak Udi who told us to pray fast. Problems then occurred at that precise moment on how we were supposed to take our wudu’ on the train. My friends and I had a shura' that then lead to our decision later. I was no longer sleepy after that, so i looked at the fantastic view outside.
Pak Udi came over and offered us a traditional food here. I don't really remember its scientific name but it was a little bit like our rojak with salads, cucumber, and other vegetables. My group did try to finish the dish but unfortunately did not make it. One of the ikhwah then said, “Makanan sedap macam ni pun tak boleh habis?”, and then asked for the leftovers. Surprisingly, he than ate it without a word(i salute him for this..because i never thought he would do so.well he might have probably been starving at that time anyway). After a few minutes doing nothing, a group of ‘banci’ or widely known as ‘pondan’ or ‘mak nyah’ in Malaysia went singing past our sets. I could not hold my laughter no longer (the make up was hilarious!) and to make things worse Pak Udi then imitated them (and he did a very good job too..I gave him 4 stars). I couldn't stop laughing..
At last, we reach Jogjakarta in the morning at 8 am and went straight to the PKS(Partai Keadilan Sejahtera) center.
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