He used to pick me up after school, and what's the most interesting point? Hell yeah, cycling together! Setra Duta is huge enough to be discovered. Honestly, I have been lost there once. I should have chosen the right way but then I found myself looking for my home at Setra Duta Dago street. He is a great cyclist I ever meet, even he signed for the competition several days ago. Sometimes he visits my house and plays the piano. Well, he doesn't play as hard as me but he simply plays it well. He sometimes takes me to his house and I'll play his piano there or chat with Oling, great sister with outstanding ability of listening. She just listens to a song and then replays the song on the piano like Nodame!
Uncle Big, that's the way I used to call him. Although I suppose I have to call him with his name, Uncle Ivan. He looks like a Big Joe on the story I've ever heard before. He's regarded to be a strong person and invulnerable. His appearance simply describes him in particular (physically). But who knows, he secretly cried when we together were watching 'Hearty Paws'. Uncle Big must have had a lot of experiences and I'm so proud of having an uncle like him. He mustn't be as old as dad. His age is simply in my age actually, but still elder than me. I didn't use to enjoy being together with him when I was 13 because seeing his appearance made me basically afraid. But soon I realized that he is a great uncle. Uncle Big is such a gorgeous adventurer and also challenger. He likes challenges and adventures (sort of 'outdoor' person), unlike me who loves to basically stay home and sit then play my piano.
We were in the way home when I told him about my feelings of my new class. It seemed to be better than my class before where everything seems to go slightly better and better. But unlike me, Uncle Big seemed to see a trouble on his workplace. After I finished my story, I asked him about his workplace situation. I could feel the absurd and hectic atmosphere of his workplace, clearly written on the way he spoke. I couldn't see his face, covered with a full-face helmet. He was crying or not, I wasn't really sure about that. He sounded to be so depressed and tired with the human beings on his workplace. I might have given him a cup of coffee but I didn't give it. He used to refuse it and buy it by himself.
Came home and I opened the door for him. But he didn't come in. He stayed outside and the went somewhere. Then I could see his depression on his face. I guessed I just imagined the situation on his workplace and wondered if I could change it. Uncle Big didn't deserve for that. He deserved for better workplace where he could work better and feel better in the cozy atmosphere. His relations might have treated him in (a bit) bad manner because I had seen them treated him like that before. He seemed to be so stiff but soon I knew what had he felt.
Uncle 'Big Joe' has helped me out of my troubles and he is such a helpful person. Daddy should be proud of having brother like him. Daddy is far away from me and I think Uncle Big Joe is here for me (although Daddy is irreplaceable but I can see Daddy on Uncle Big Joe). I have to help him back to pay what he has done to me. He's been good to me and I have to be good to him. I gotta help him somehow, but.. I keep wondering how to help him out..
Uncle Big, I wish I can help you out of this trouble..