Sunday morning I woke up lazily. If there is no promise with Arum and Syifa picnic at Ancol Beach it feels like to lie down again. Picnic in Ancol is actually less interesting, definitely this weekend really. Duhhh ... still sleepy. Nearly my eyes closed, an incoming message.

Where have you been? I'm already at the City station.

Busyet Arum is very diligent. Then my mind seemed to send an alarm. Oh yes it is not the train schedule from Kota to Tanjung Priuk only a few times a day. Aaahhh ... there is still Trans Jakarta bus relaxed, I better go to sleep. Ease curled up under the covers. The Nero was still snoring. His cat mustache twitched, it seemed that Nero was dreaming again.

It was almost asleep. Again there is a message. This time from Syifa. Especially anyway?

Mba Dewi is where? Syifa and Mba Arum are already at the City Station.

Well I do not move. It's awful to lie when I've left while I just rubbed my eyes and yawned. Eh hell Nero follow-up yawn and move position.

Quickly I took a shower and prepared my bag. I prepare a wide hat because Ancol beach must be hot. Fifteen minutes I have been sitting nicely at omprengan to Trans Jakarta bus stop at Pasar Rebo. Where is the bus, no one has appeared yet. I was agitated for 20 minutes there was no sign of the bus presence. Other passengers also began to fondle. Some are switching to other freight. I have sent a message to Arum and Syifa to meet directly at Ancol. I decided to take the TJ bus to Ancol. But where is the bus?

Hah was 30 minutes. I then decided to go out and head for the West Cape station. The station is not much use commuter line on Sunday morning. Not even five minutes waiting for the train to City Station. Thank God.

Glad to catch the train on Sunday. I get a seat. Hoorayore ... it's like to prance. I rarely get to sit on TJ or CL buses, as I cheer.

Si Arum and Syifa have sent welfie photos on the beach. Eh there Mba Muthiah and Pak Isson too. Their poses are funny abege.

Forty-five minutes later my train had arrived at the City Station. It's a relief. Now just looking for the path leading to Ancol. I glanced at my watch. How old is the train next time? Well if again sought why the officers are not visible yes.

I remember ever walking to Tanjung Priuk Station in the month of fasting ago. The track if I remember right here deh. I'm sure.

The train still exists. It'll be a while soon. I went in. The carriage was very quiet, just about the size of my finger. Ah it's okay even if it's fun, can get a seat.

I'm about to send a message to Arum when I'm sitting on the train to Ancol Station. But the sound of the closing carriage door startled me. I jumped. And when I opened the phone screen I frowned on the signal. Huuhhh.

Without internet access I'm dead style. Because of the rush I forgot to bring a reading book. Passengers also sit far away no one can talk to. After a long time my sleep arrived and soon I was asleep.

Upon waking, the train had stopped at the last stop. I guessed it because the passenger was gone. I have nothing to wake me up. Well then I'm just an online motorcycle taxi.

My cell phone signal is still zero. I decided to get off the train and ask the public transport officer to Ancol.

It feels like this building is different from when I rolled around here. The building looks more elegant and the atmosphere is different. Suddenly my neck bristled. I was shaking. What is wrong?

I looked around. The train I was looking at looked different. The train line is also different. The station building is much more artistic. Am I wrong going down? Maybe I'm off at a station I've never been in before. Maybe I'm mistaking the train.

The passengers were more than I expected. Many of them are foreign men and women in suits and long dresses. There are also men and women with blangkon and kebaya. I laughed. I must be on a shoot. Lest Arum cs know there will be shooting and they mengerjaiku. Eh they are down at Ancol Station so they do not know what will happen at Tanjung Priok Station.

I then asked a fathers mustache with blangkon and beskap. He looks authoritative. I excused myself and asked the exit to wait for the public transport to Ancol. He seemed confused by my question and then replied in Indonesian mixed with Dutch. I'm stunned not to understand his words. Then I asked a similar thing to his partner who was wearing a kebaya and bun. He also looked confused and answered not knowing in good language.

I scratched my head. Then decided to ask the concierge at the exit door. Well guarding Caucasian too. Surely this is a colonial era shoot. I secretly salute with the director who is so detailed take care of costumes and knick-knacks for filming purposes.

I decided to ask in English about the exit leading to Ancol. He looked confused and his partner suspected me. He answered me in Dutch. Then pulled out a word of command that seemed to mean accusing me. I guessed it. Then for some reason then I ran hard and they chased me. I was almost at the exit. I'll definitely get away from them. Eh this is a fuck movie, my story is so extras right?

I escaped. The sight outside surprised me. Very different from what I saw last time here. There are no public transport and motorcycle taxis. North Jakarta is more quiet and the atmosphere makes my feelings sink. I looked back, saw this station building. Like the hotel, like the original building of Tanjung Priok station of ancient times.

So my story goes back to the past. Then how do I get back to my life?

Long story short, I was arrested. I was interrogated and the foreign officers seemed suspicious of my Indonesian language and suspected me of part of the youth movement led by Soekarno cs. I glanced at the date notes. Gosh this year 1928, they deserve to suspect me. My clothes must also be weird, pants and shirts are not the trend of that era.

I was placed in a heavily guarded cell. My phone certainly does not work but if it works surely Arum cs surprise with my story. Believe me, Tanjung Priok Station building is very magnificent in the era of glory, even I had glanced at any inn before I was put into a cell in the office.

I'm bored and confused what to do here. I heard the words Digul. Forgive me if I'm sent there. I then decided to shoot a few times before my cell phone battery runs out.

I have no friends to talk to. Uh hell, the food delivery guy who speaks Javanese. He was apparently the sister of the kopaya I had met before. He seemed concerned to see me and was happy to speak Javanese among the more Dutch-speaking environments.

He seems clever. He gave me advice on how if I try to ride the same train to the opposite route. A very brilliant idea. But how?

Previously he told me a short route from the cell to the platform. He and I discussed a strategy with Javanese. I will spill food and make noise. Sumi, the name of the food carrier will be hysterical and distract, then I will run fast.

Believe me the idea is just exclamation on paper. Right now I'm so panicked and want to pee so scared. There are many officers chasing me with guns. I ran to the train carriage ready to leave. I ran with all my strength, a bullet past me failed to touch me. I keep running. Finally I got into the car. They were still chasing me and the passengers in the car looked frightened. But the scene behind me gradually runs away. The passengers on either side of me also blurred. Then my train was like getting into a dark time tunnel and everything was blurry.

I felt dizzy and when I opened my eyes I was on the train that I had climbed like before.

Am I asleep and dreaming? I do not know if the nightmare is a nightmare.

I got off at Ancol station and walked to Ancol. I met Syifa, Arum, and Muthiah mba and Pak Isson who was busy making a documentary with bang Rahab. There is a bang Yosh Aditya is also fun to direct the style with the toanya. Not far on the bridge there is the Tamita, Mr. TS, and mba Windhu again fun welfie. They teased me who was late and did not send a message so could not get into the scenes that have been recorded.

I said my cell phone battery was dead. I borrowed Syifa's powerbank. Yes five minutes later my phone is alive. I'm ready to photographing a composite of compositories making short films. But the picture on my phone makes me think. It's a picture of the corners of Tanjung Priok station building from the narrow windows in the cell. Gosh so that was real !!!