It has been ingrained in the mind since childhood that one must speak clearly to be able to do things right and, well, to get to places one wants to get too.

She was travelling with friends on the angkot, the Indonesian version of the American jeepney that ferries the public from various places in Indonesia, to get to Warung Tekko Bekasi, the newest restaurant in the area. All three of them were in the mood for nasi goreng (fried rice). The driver wanted to know where they were alighting and kept asking where they were heading.

“Majestic Pak,” she said, saying it the way people who speak English fluently would.

Apa (What)?” was the perplexed reply of the driver.

“Majestic Pak, the bakery,” she told him again.

The driver looked at her quizzically.

Silence enveloped the angkot until the other passenger – a woman – suddenly blurted out, “Ah Mayestic Pak!” to the driver after which he nodded, vividly touched with enlightenment, and flashed them a smile brimming with smugness at her wisdom and their apparent lack of it.

Within minutes, the angkot stopped across the bakery, the giant M flashing red across the dark sky. Warung Tekko Bekasi was its neighbour and only a few steps’ walk from it.

Mulling over the whole bizarre incident, she figured saying Majestic would have been an easier thing to do than Warung Tekko Bekasi but, on hindsight, perhaps the latter name would have spared the almost-exasperating exchange inside the angkot. It sounded 100 percent Bahasa Indonesia than Majestic.

The conversation in the angkot dredged up another incident that paralleled this recent experience. She and another group of friends wanted to get to McDonald’s. They told the cab driver to take them to McDonald’s, telling him to go straight from where they hailed him and McDonald’s would be there. The driver was bewildered at their request and, on his initiative, decided to stop in front of McDonald’s, which was the major landmark in the area.

Pak, ini McDonald’s! (This is McDonald’s!)” she pointed out when he stopped right in front of it after repeatedly giving him directions.

Ah, ini McDo! (This is McDo!)” was the driver’s puffed-up retort.


One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Fistri on August 14, 2010 at 11:12 am

    haha i tot they call it McD 🙂


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