Short Love Stories
 
We are a pair of lifeless are forced to live and talk to just tell stories. Yes, we are inanimate objects, length, rarely leads and sometimes boring. We sometimes jerky jet black in oil, often broken-continued. It never stood up to say-or maybe we always lay resignedly based wood (maybe yesterday was replaced with concrete pillars. We have no roof for shelter when the rain just cruel sun go down or is persistently dry-clothesline jealous mothers behind station. Unemployment, that is what our friends. Ah, hell.

Call it our El and Er. That's when I met and met the other day in Jatinegara. El resemblance to Er. I had thought they were twins. Er refused to be called having a family relationship with El. I laughed at those who have long been both an integral and so close yet still fight the things that are trivial. That day was pretty dark twilight. The three of us still talk to occasionally interrupted by a few electric trains and cars to the east.

El started telling stories, he himself had forgotten when he was born and where her parents. I glanced Er, he's just said "Idem." Hahaha. El thing I knew was as thin as that, her weight is hardly ideal, as well as secretly crush the heavily Er. Ah, after all centers into a strange place for both my new friend. Every now and then I threw a pretty quiet Er with gravel. He yelled small.

Story flowing back, get up earlier than El Er. Although Er deny that woke up the morning only difference is no more than a minute. Sleep a rare commodity for them. Especially yesterday when the season arrives widths. As if they never slept. On top of a hobby they could not help. I do not know since when they have forgotten too. 

Er enthusiastic when told about the cool air in the area of ​​East Java there. They are the right and left of the forest. Ah, just fun when we realized we were awakened in the area, said Er. El chimed is beautiful but just the same, sometimes there prankster who beat them with a crowbar and had them sawed events alive. Fortunately there are good-hearted officer who saved them. 

But El became very sad when recalled how he woke up and realized-conscious have been trampled ten cars in one morning in the area Kebumen. And worse, Er only face down next to them, motionless. He was very worried at that time. And remember well the El at the time, just after before 4 pm, Er laughs from wild cat urinated on the station Kebumen. Er smiled wryly to hear the story. Then responded with a story of how El fear every conscious waking up in the tunnel between Bandung and Jakarta. They were noisy own, and we chat once again cut off by the Executive department Jatinegara Train-Surabaya. El and Er shout out loud. Hahahaha. I laughed.

Then our conversation turned serious. I was wrong and somehow El asked suddenly whispered to me. She likes Er. I was shocked. Then El continue, either until when they can be this close. And why they are both a lot of time was spent in silence and deep sleep. Er seem suspicious to what El and I were talking about. I was just smiling when my friend arrived. I say good-bye to El and Er are until I go too, I still can not distinguish between them. 

In public transportation, I realized. Sometimes we often forget anyone near us and realized that they were always there for us. Ah El and Er. May you remain patient over by the wheels of carriages and hopefully you guys can be the most romantic couples.