Since my family had been victims to pickpockets recently, we tend to be very careful not to repeat the same mistakes again. This time in Acheh, I learnt something else.
Don’t overthink so much that it leads you to treat everyone as bad guys.
I know, it’s hard to not overthink. Perhaps, we’ve all read some cases where tourists were killed, raped or even went missing during travel. Things like that do occur, I won’t deny it, but let’s try to be neutral. InsyaaAllah, if we travel with good intentions, Allah will bring good people to us. That’s what I really believe in my whole life.
Here’s a story.
17 June 2016, Banda Acheh.
My sister and I were done with solat tarawikh and at that time, it was around 10 pm. We were walking to the parking lots where my sister parked the bike. At that time, I was so excited to begin foodhunting since it was Ramadhan, duhh. Night time = food time! Since we are used to having moreh in Malaysia, we thought, let’s do the same thing here! Fyi, Aceh’s nighlife during Ramadan is so meriah. Plus, most restaurants/stalls are open till late night during Ramadhan. I even spotted Wong Solo there, but nahh, I decided to skip. Wong Solo can wait in Malaysia. HAHA.
After starting the engine all, a guy wearing a blue vest came to us. As usual, I became suspicious, or in other words bersangka buruk. Hah, things you learnt from having all-girls siblings. He started to ask 2,000 rupiah from us and I wasn’t expecting that. My sister didn’t know what to do so I signalled her not to say anything. I gave her a Just- ignore- that- guy- kak kinda look. That guy wouldn’t leave, hoping that we’d give the money. As if. As I was waiting to hop in the back seat, that guy reminded me,
“buk, beg itu haruslah dipegang erat. Harus berwaspada..”
I silently nodded. I think he gave up trying to ask the money from us, hence the reminder.
We then sped off, leaving the mosque area. On our way to the coffee shop, I suddenly remembered something that Pak Fickry, the guesthouse owner said earlier.
“Nanti di masjid Baiturrahman jangan lupa dibayar 2,000 rupiah ya untuk parking.”
For the whole night, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I felt guilty towards the blue-vest guy. Why the hell didn’t I give him that money? 2000 rupiah = RM 0.60 ?!! Haih. He was just doing his job.
Maafin daku mas.
From that moment onwards, I learn to always bersangka baik and not to be scared of everyone. Especially when I go to Aceh, because they are one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. May Allah bless you Aceh ❤