Recently i parted with my long time and faithful workhorse, Ben
I acquired Ben almost 20 years ago solely to ferry the children, a sedan would not be able to accommodate them all. Since then i have driven Ben to every corner of the peninsular. The children however has grown up and has a car of their own.
Lately, Ben has been idling at the back of the house, the tires were deflated and the engine needed to be ignited regularly. Rusty marks began to surface on the roof and some parts of Ben body panels.
I ran to an inner self conflict between the heart and the brains trying to derive a decision what to do with Ben. My sentimental feeling would not want to let Ben go but rationally i would never be able to maintain Ben and if we were to remain together, Ben would soon become a reban ayam (chicken coop) says the brain.
Age and retirement has its toll on me. Maintaining Ben requires not only money but also time and energetic effort.
Well.. nothing remain permanent, i kinda calmed myself down. I guess the best thing to do is to get Ben a new master who are younger, enthusiastic and probably richer. And I sold Ben..
Some of my fond memories with Ben..
And now you’re just a stranger with all my secrets..
Am I that easy to let go?
The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained.
Goodbye..? Oh no, please. Can’t we go back to page one and do it all over again?