Welcoming the Holy Ramadan

Last night I went to traditional market not really far from my dorm. Some of you might not know where my office is, so let me introduce my office a bit. I’ve been working here for almost 2 years. It’s located in Citeureup. A sub district of Sentul or Bogor I’m not sure (haha). my office is a manufacture one.
I won’t tell you the details because.. I don’t know I just don’t want to (haha). My office has a dorm for their staffs, so I live there from Monday to Friday. Ok let’s go back to the topic.

To welcoming the Ramadan me, my roommate Winda and my friend Tria had an idea to buy some stuffs for our room. It’s a bit hard to find good stores here as in Jakarta, so we decided to go to the traditional market. If only you know (and I totally forgot to take some photos of that place – you guys might be curious of what it looks like) the ambience around this traditional market reminded me of small towns in West Java (yeah it is located in West Java, what do you expect Sa?), somehow I liked it very much. People and the ambience so humble and peaceful.

It was drizzling rains when we got there. It wasn’t too crowded but not quiet either. We walked from one store to another, buying stuffs such like dispenser, iron, and other stuffs. We also went to fruit seller to buys some fruits. The fruit seller located in the side of intersection of the market, he sell those fruits with a cart. To be honest, after all this time I only saw fruit sellers with cart only in my village, Yogyakarta (yeah please call me nerd). After buying those stuffs we popped into meatballs stall not really far from the traditional market before going back home.

One thing I learned from last night stroll. Sometimes, simple things could make us happy. So, be grateful for everything you have.