That afternoon, the sky was golden, reflecting warm light that filtered through the gaps in the trees along the roadside. The air felt slightly humid, a typical atmosphere after a light rain that had just subsided. Before our eyes was a sight all too familiar to many a long line of vehicles at a gas station. Motorcycles were lined up neatly, some riders sitting relaxed on their seats, others standing, staring ahead, hoping the line would move forward.
The roar of the motorcycle engines could be heard, interspersed with occasional chuckles from familiar riders. Some were busy playing on their phones, while others simply stared blankly at the fuel pump, as if contemplating something far away. Meanwhile, the gas station attendants appeared busy, yet friendly, greeting each customer with smiles and their characteristic professional gestures.
The intense sunlight reflected off the motorcycles' bodies and gleaming helmets, creating a beautiful atmosphere amidst the bustle. It was not uncommon for four-wheeled vehicles to enter the filling area, causing the line of motorcycles to pause for a moment. But everything proceeded orderly, as if it had become a habit patiently accepted by everyone who came.
In a corner, a mother and a small child sat on a motorbike. The child looked anxious, asking when it would be their turn. The mother simply smiled and said quietly, "Soon." That simple answer illustrates the patience often required in everyday life. The queue at the gas station is a small reflection of the routine: waiting, being patient, and moving forward.
When it was finally her turn at the pump, the attendant immediately lifted the nozzle and began filling. The pungent smell of gasoline was immediately noticeable, but somehow it wasn't too disturbing because at the same time, there was a sense of relief, as if one small burden of the day had finally been lifted. After paying and refilling the tank, the rider started the engine and slowly left the filling area, a thin stream of exhaust fumes wafting out.
Behind her, the line was still long. One vehicle left, another arrived. The cycle repeated itself, day after day. But behind the simplicity of the scene, there was a small portrait of life: patience, hard work, and togetherness in facing the small things that make up everyday life.
Under the reddening dusk sky, the gas station seemed to bear witness to the journeys of many each vehicle carrying a story, each driver a hope. And amidst the seemingly ordinary queue, life went on, simple yet meaningful.
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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