Last month my best friend who was my classmate at STM Pembangunan Cimahi came and paid a visit to my home. He is Hendi Purwono, now currently working at Asahi Mas Cilegon as Instrument Technician. He had lived in Kota Cimahi almost his entire school-age from elementary to high school. Then when we walked past a line of home-shop at the gate of Kota Mas Cimahi, he recalled the old memories about the road we walked on. It was a solid with narrow stepping and declining with terrifying curve as I could remember, besides were the cemetery I feared most when I was child, but every Jum'at prayer I must came across it with haunted heart with terrors.
The landscape at that time was called the 'Sawah Lega' region whereas the land were vast used as rice fields from Pasar Atas to Sanngkuriang and Cisangkan Girang. The area around cemetery was a plump soil ground which I used to play at when the harvest time came.
As I look backward there were so many changes had occurred to my beloved city, the place I was given to birth and raised up by my parents. Jalan Kolonel Masturi is now as hectic as many of vehicles from among varieties passed by to and fro and many food seller and little shop scattered along it's small boulevard.
I don't know if could get the clear vision again about how my city was looked a decade ago except I tried to remember them only at pictures on my mind and in my words. I truly missed them and how bitter-sweet it was I spent my years here.
Kota Cimahi.
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