Pasirmukti River and Mamay

I went to Pasirmukti last Friday. It was not a choice--I thought mom was going to take me to puncak or anywhere else with good food and cold climate (BROMO! How I wish it's holiday already so I can runaway to Bromo!) but instead, she took me to Pasirmukti. Pasirmukti is an 'agrowisata' park, just like Mekarsari (yeah I went there too, was quite nice especially the Honeydews :p). Located in Cibinong, it was near the Cibinong cement manufacturer. Don't ask me how mom knew the place, it was hiddeng but the cars which were going there in front of my car was an Alphard and a BMW, so I guess the place was kinda popular.

When we arrived, the first thing we--me, mom, and my li'l sis--did was eat some lunch since I only had some martabak in the morning and my sister hadn't had anything for breakfast. The nasi goreng was quite nice but I couldn't stand the prawns, it smelled bad but then mom told me it's because I'm not used to not-fresh seafoods. Well gotta admit that I hardly eat seafoods anyway ahaha.

After that, I was thinking that me and my sis were gonna play something like ATV or flying fox. In a moment, I was not so excited because it was something usual for me. I don't get the excitement of it since I can find it just anywhere (the one in Outbond Holic ancol was waaaay cooler). But then mom took us to a river nearby--she also brought a box of food--and called a little girl named Mamay.

Apparently, mom and my sis came here the day before. They met this little girl named Mamay, a 3rd grade local girl who lived just up the river. She ate the food mom brought her, and then showed us around. She knew every little inch of the river. She told us where to be careful because it was slippery, where to walk so we wouldn't be caught by the river current, she even had her favourite pool with small but strong streams that made it like a jacuzzi. It was really cool. She also told us there were a stone where we could slide and which stone are safe to sleep on without having to gulp any water ;)

A moment later, her friends came and we all played together. They were all my sister's age, but they are so skinny and their skin are dark--guess because they play in the river everyday. But then Mamay told me that everyday she only eats rice with kerupuk. Oh God was I surprised when she told me that because she could stand the strong river currents while I couldn't! Mamay could swim the fastest, dive the deepest, and hold breath the longest in the water. She could walk really fast across the river and she knew where she could jump from a stone to the river safely--because there are rocks inside the river. And she knew when the flood would come and told us to finish. Her friends also knew how to tell (airnya jadi hangat, kak. Kalau airnya hangat, berarti sebentar lagi banjir datang--said Iis, one of Mamay's friend to me. Yes she talked in a really formal Indonesian).

It was fun, but it was also sad for me to know that these little girls lives nearby a very big agrowisata park (which was expensive) without getting any advantages nor help considering their poor subsistence. They are really nice, pure, innocent, and curious and are the most polite and cheerful kids I've ever met. They made me some things using grey clay--yes, the stone in the river was the main source for the Cibinong cement industry--like cakes, tumpeng, houses, even Mamay made me a godzilla! :) They are sooo creative and I wish they could continue their study and broaden their knowledge, I believe pure hearts like them can bring Indonesia to a better situation. Because that's what Indonesia really need: pure hearts. As for Mamay, I wish she could be a swimming athlete. I'm sure Phelps would drop his jaw when he sees Mamay swimming (and she learnt how to swim by herself! :D )

And I can't help but to smile and thank them as Monita said before my family went home,
'Hati-hati di jalan, semoga keselamatan selalu bersama ibuk dan kakak!'
Cheerio :)

ps. I love them sooo much I wish I could go there again as soon as possible! :)
pps. If you're planning to swim in Pasirmukti's river, mind this: don't wear your favourite jeans. The rocks was hard enought to break jeans. I was shocked when I saw my jeans was teared after playing there.