Two big windows for me

Today is still rainy. This is the 7th day of my visitation to this country, Myanmar, the Golden land. My office has choosen me to meet the Branch Director for our company here. It is in Yangon. We have some activities to do, and today is the last and I still have 3 days left. This is not the first time for me to come to this country, but this is the first time I visit this country while the rainy season. But I still can enjoy my days. 

This is me, Jeanne Kirana Fadhullah. I am Indonesian. but I can speak English, that is why my office had choosen me, and Aung Hein Joko Anggara is the Branch Director whom has work hard to finish our job this 7 days. So, to celebrate that we have done all of our duties, he takes me to a Moslems restaurant located in Bagan, a city that takes 4 hours from Yangon, and only both of us. Yes, we are two singles, having dinner, and a long travel, together. 

I have finished the work at 14.00 and I return to the hotel have the preparation. I choose to wear my fave dress. Actually, It is not my favorite one. It becomes my favorite as it is suit for the situation here. The colour is cream. I feel that I will not feel the sultry with this colour, but the material is thick enough to protect me of the rain causes a cold weather or fast wind. I suit this dress with my navy pants, and I combine with my clourful veil and my grey bag and my fave flat shoes and ya, I feel confident enough, as a Moslem, in this country. Since I had cever come to this country before, I can manage myself to find the best place to perform my prayer as it needs a special clean place. We can found many mosques here, but the teaching of the Moslems here bans the women to perform the prayer there. They believe that the women should perform their prayer at home. That is why I prefer to use my little backpack to accomodate all stuffs I need. While I am preparing everything suddenly the power is off. I try to find why, but then I decided to wait because the elevator must not be working, so I should have so many stairs to get the information desk. I ignore it and finish my preparation at 16.00. Now I am ready and ya I take the stairs to get down because the ppwer is still off. I am wondering that during my way down, lots of candles light the way and I am wondering also, why the hotel does not choose the emergency power. It will coast so much for using the candles I think. But I then stop to think of those things when I see Aung Hein Joko Anggara or I ussualy call him with Pak Angga (pak=Mr.) is there, in the lobby, with his casual shirt. He looks so different. But this is not a love story. Lets focuse on a fact that no one complain about the power outage. I even make a plan to complain the hotel if the power is still off when I return to the hotel.

Pak Angga is driving the car when I am talking so much about the great Shwedagon, I had ever visited there before and I plan to visit there tomorrow in the night. I heard that It looks more beautiful in the night. I also had visited the giant Budha statue. I am so enthusiastic to share many things with him until something disturb me. I don't realize two hours has passed and the heavy rainy makes the situation is a little bit dark, and there is no lighting the whole way and I see so many candles in some points. I want to aks but then pak Angga stop the car. He is looking at me so deep. A little fear comes up. It is a suspensive sitiation. I think that it is a geart chance if someone will do a bad thing that there are only big trees there. My mind try to make the best plan to anticipate many things may happen. But suddenly, pak Angga smile at me, seems like he can realize my fear. Then he aks me to get ready that the road will get so hard after this, and I feel so shy for having a negative thinking of him. He continues to drive and he talk so much now, I know that he tries to amuse me so that I can deal with this suspensive way. Well it works, I realize that the rain is getting slight and 5 minutes later pak Angga parks our car. 

We have arrived, and it is 19.00 o'clock, an hour faster than our estimation. The time for me to perform a prayer as a Moslem. Finally I can take a rest and when I remember the time I feel doubt to pak Angga I make a smile but when I realize this situation, I think it is impossible for us to have a further love story. Well, pak Angga is making reservation and I am preparing myself after praying. Well, finally we can enjoy our dinner. The restaurant is located in a hill. He chooses a room with two big windows. We are going to eat tomyam and grilled chicken. I hope that I can taste the same tomyam as the first I eat in this country. At that time, I felt hat I will never like tomyam because people said that it taste so sour, but after I tasted it, I really cannot forget it. Tomyam is so delicious, and he choose this place because the owner is a moslem and serve all halal menu. I feel relieve but I am wondering, what is hide behind the two bigs windows. 

After some minutes the foods we ordered is coming. But suddenly, pak Angga asks me to wait, he is going to somewhere, I don't know where. Some minutes later the light is off, again? I start to remember the some previous event: the power outage in the hotel, the candles in the hotel, the candles in some points on the way and the suspensive experience in the car, but I feel ok still. I think that those happened accidentally. So now I believe that it is caused by the electricity that is not stable. So I decided to wait. 

But it is not getting on after 2 minutes. I get a little bit panic, I decided to find Pak Angga. But something that makes me more surprised is that the door is locked. I am really panic. I try to call Pak Angga, but his phone is left here. I decided to back to my seat when I hear that someone is trying to open the door from outside. I feel relieved and think that It must be pak Angga and yea, that is true, It is him. He says sorry for making me wait too long and I ask him what is going on and why the light is off. But I don't get the answer that I expect. I am surprises and getting panic again when he said that he is puposefuly make the light off. The fear and all my plan in car comes up again, I can't stop to think why? What does he mean? Does he really plan something bad to me? I imagine many bad things he may do to me. O my God, I hope a beautiful love story but I get these all. Then I try to use a of my bravery to say that I feel uncomfortable with this situation, that Pak Anggra purposefuly lock the door and make the power off. But again, he doesn't give me the answer that I hope will braek my assumption about him, he forces me to calm down and he tries to take me sit and I will never give ul, I will fight till the end, I should remember and ask to God, I start to see father and mother in my eyes, and I almost cry when suddenly Pak Angga open the two bigs window, and I see what he means. I still don't understand, pak Angga looks so relieve when he realize that I stop to cry. Then he explains that he wants to show me that a beautiful view hide behind the windows. It is the day of Lamp Festival in Myanmar and I can see the sea of lights that then finally makes me cry. Pak Angga is worried about this but then I tell him that I cry because I am touched. It is wonderful to see that view. Sea of lights from the up hill. While I am enjoying that amazing view, Pak Angga turn on a candle, the thing that makes me wait so long, and now I can see him smile at me, and I believe he smile the time I geting panic, and now I shamly smile on him too, and now all my curiousity is answered, the hotel, the candles. I never imagine that today people purposefully make the power off, because today is Lamp Festival. Burmish celebrate this every October. They will turn the power off and lights their night with so many candles. I really thank to pak Angga that has shown me all of this and give me today's great experience. We finish our dinner at 21.00 o'clock. I take some pictures of that beautiful moment. Pak Angga take me home safely. We arrive back at Yangon in the midle of the night. I see pak Angga's car goes away and It also send my doubt away about him.