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I found this primitive dance when I went to Pameungpeuk beach. Pameungpeuk is the south most part of Garut, it has a long white sandy beach. To ensure the safety of fisherman on the sea, some of ‘the villagers’ began to create a dance. “The Na Na Ugh” dancers would dance all the way of the cardinal directions, North, South, West and East. They often dance bare-footed. In a bright sunny day, they came to the sea and begin dancing on the beach. At first, they stand in a row, and begin happly shake their body while they are walking-still in a row. While dancing, they are singing something that sound… “Na na na” and… “Ugh” (loudly). when I asked them what does that mean, they say it has no meaning… They do not stop until they get bored. Under difficult life conditions, they feel pleased and comfortable, for the simple but entusiasthic Na Na Ugh Dance gives them happyness. (please, do not believe this article)


It was about two hours that Andy had been waiting in the Hall Station. He had woken up early this morning. At 6 o’clock he had rode his car, with a bunch of red roses and some confession to tell. In the previous night, he had received a short message from his friend, “She will arrive from Surabaya tomorrow morning by train”. “Tell her what you feel,” his friend had told him.

He was sitting at the bar which was situated in the station. He was wearing a red Gucci shirt, a Lea blue jeans and a watch from Tag Heuer. He wasn’t the same Andy as he had been 10 years ago. 10 years ago… when he had been an unemployment, drunkard and harsh man. 10 years ago… when he hadn’t had any enough courage to say. When he had realized that he had to change to be a better person. 10 years ago was a turning point for his life. And it was because of one reason. “It was you…” he was talking by himself while he was drinking his cup of coffee and flashing back his memory.

He would wait for her, two hours or more. He could wait as long as his life. Yes, he would say what he felt to her as she got off from the train.

The rhythm of the train was like a lullaby. Sally looked out the train window and watching the city, her city. Her will to be a geologist had made her busy and traveled all the time. She wanted to go home as she had a spare time. A train musician suddenly came to her and sang a song.

Sally you are always alone

You will always alone

Until you tired to wait

Until you tired to cry

Sally laughed, how coincidence this musician sang that Peter Pan’s song to her. Sally was her name, and the story of the song, it had been her story also… She gave a 1000 to the musician and so he said, “Thank you…” He continued, “Lady, even the sun isn’t as bright as a woman in love.” He smiled before he was leaving-the freezing-Sally. She did fall in love.

The train was stopped. Sally brought her case got off the train. She was looking for someone that she expected to pick her up. She didn’t hear that someone behind her was calling her name.

Andy saw Sally. His heart was beating very fast. He was trying to catch her. But it was very difficult to walk in the middle of the crowd. He called her name, again and again. But she didn’t hear.

There. Finally, Sally saw him. He, who wore a green T-shirt, was Mike, Sally’s fiancé. They were greeting, hugging and even kissing. He gave a white rose to her. They were showing off their romance very clear.

At the same time, just two meters from them, heart of a man broke and a bunch of red roses fell to the ground…

He just realized. Sally was not alone.

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