Peripheral View
the red bridge is bloodless

I braked my motorcycle

"why? what's up?" I asked with a nervous tone

he came down and went to the bridge I was observing,

he lowered his head, I slowly heard the sound of sobs from his direction,

I tried to get close to him, step by step I convinced him of the swing of my footsteps, I held his shoulder and turned his body around

"why?" " is something going on?" I asked as he rubbed his back, he just looked at me, there was a line of curvature on his lips, "I just miss someone" he was finally able to say the sentence, "who? who do you miss" I asked in a soft tone, she smiled "my husband, I'm missing him, every time I look at the bridge, I remember him" he pointed at the bridge, I remember the incident just now, the grandfather was also sad when he saw the bridge over there, then this girl also looked very sad when he saw the same bridge, " did he build that bridge" I asked with a little doubt but he nodded steadily and said yes, "yes" "my husband built it, with his confidants" I was more confused, there was a little fear in my mind, "after all this time, I never saw him again" he continued

"since when? you never see him again?" I asked to confirm the strange thoughts that were struggling in my pic

" since he went to the Netherlands" he answered with wet eyes signs unable to save the sadness, deg...deg...deg..... My heart like to stop beating ''the Netherlands? is the Dutch what he meant? and Grandpa Tandi is also a dutch right?'' I asked in my heart, though,

"tik.tok.tik.tok" the sound of a kang meatball roving disperse my reverie.

I immediately persuaded him not to cry anymore, and again my stomach was hungry, the day was getting darker and now it was 21:34

"do you want to eat? later after eating we go home, yes, I take it to the big road ahead" I persuaded him and he nodded his head sign he agreed, "wait here for a while, yes, I'll order meatballs for you, don't go where" I walked towards the meatballs were "bli meatballs two servings yes" (bli) in bali it's called for big brother

in the language of bali (mbok) it is a term for an older sister yaa kind of call neng, mbak ya

I waited beside his wagon the sweet smell of the meatball cauldron was very tempting

"move... alone?" tany kang meatballs, I shook my head and answered

"i'm both bli, same me, eat me pesen two portions" I replied while pointing towards the woman in red dress earlier

I was surprised to see that he wasn't there, I tried to look around but there was no trace of him, "where is he? it's disappearing fast" I cried

"mbok... Where's the theme? this is the meatball ready"

"ohh yes yes bli" I sat down and began to bribe the hot meatballs earlier,

"bli? often selling meatballs here, huh? every day through here?" ask me while chewing the delicious and chewy meatballs, just this time find this delicious se meatball

"yes mbok, mboknya often play here too?" he turned around to ask me

I just shook my head and smiled.