The Curious Relationship between Me and The Cigarettes (Part 1)

 

If someday I start working somewhere cool and the boss of mine comes then say: “Hi Arya you’ve been doing great things these days, here it is your uang rokok (Indonesian phrase means money that supposed to be used to buy cigarettes)”, I will definitely reject the money even if the money is 100k rupiah or more, simply because I hate the phrase “uang rokok”.

I am hardcore haters of cigarettes, there is no way on earth that make my foot move to the nearest warung and waste my money to buy a fag and light it up. An IDR 500 choki-choki is my fag; it calms me down when everything is suck.
A week ago, I met a friend. Talking about somebody else’s business and life always be our favorite topic. That day another friend was the target of the talk; the friend that I and my friend were talking about is a newbie smoker. My friend spotted her smoking.

Then my sense of keponess was raising to the level that make me can’t hold myself to ask the next question.

I asked to my friend: Does she smoke bl4ck Menthol?

Friend of mine: Nice guess.

I can guess it at the very first shot because I refer my guess at the term BBB which stands for behel, blekberi, bl4ck menthol. Nothing else but those BBB that can make you more Gaul in this social jungle of Jakarta.

Sort of surprise with the news. I respect everyone’s right to be what they want to be, if they want to be smoker just do it. But here deep inside my heart, I always ask “Why do people smoke?”, “what do they feel when they inhale the smoke of the cigarette”, “Isn’t it gross?” I don’t have any idea what it tastes like, all my life I never ever actively smoke and I think I never hold a fag in MY OWN HAND more than a minute or even 30 sec. I am not shame of it, I am weird but I am healthy.