Dunno but I'm teased to call this island with 'Land before time'. Yup, I'm here. On the bus to Dompu. I'm sit in a front row, right behind the driver. And I greedily basking at the view before me. Land and land, mountain and mountain, seashore and seashore. Some wild cow even casually cross the way and made the driver hit the brake abruptly. So do with the goats that plays in the market. A new building's market, precisely. And I'm concerned that most of the houses uses asbes or seng as the roof. I wonder how they bear with the heat in the midday, as my friend said, there are two suns in Sumbawa.
With a vast land, and some small gazebo in a few acre, usually under a tree. It will be a perfect picture. But I'm not sure people here will have a time to appreciate it, let alone take a selfie. I pictured their life will circle in work in it, go home, and go there again. No wonder why almost all my friends prefer to stay in Mataram after college. Here, times can stand still. The opportunity to grow up and spreads wing seems limited.
But is that so? I can't answer that, yet. Not with my limited knowledge. But I'm there's plenty. Like some shops. I heard people here quite consumptive too. As a nurse, of course I thought about health. As I never saw one of health facilities around here.
The road is surprisingly good. But it's a very challenging one. Only one road, but two ways and too curvy all the way. Some with achingly narrow road near the cliff that directly sea at the bottom. Some place even don't have barrier so once the driver lost control, they'll fall to the sea directly. Fortunately, we've got a skillful and very patient driver. Not once he speed up beyond limits and if he does, it only in a straight quite and straight way. He bring the bus smoothly and avoid the cow elegantly. Alhamdulillah, no heart sport. And to add help, there's so many sigh. 'Hati-hati tikungan tajam.', 'Kurangi kecepatan!', till 'Jangan kecelakaan disini, rumah sakit jauh'. So how people work it out here if they or their family sick?
Need hardworking and nerves of steel to make something here. Land like hills, rocky, like dessert. I imagine one day not only jati, or corn that can grow here. But more plants thus bring more wealth to people.
Waiting for some people that have magic hand to make it better and more alive.
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