Street Vibes Of The Weekend

It was 6 p.m. on a weekend in Dukuh Zamrud, Bekasi. I rode slowly through the busy streets, the warm air brushing against my face. The sun had just dipped below the skyline, leaving streaks of orange and purple in the sky. You could feel the pulse of the city shift—no longer the rush of work, but the rhythm of leisure. People were out in numbers, moving as if they had all the time in the world. Cars and motorcycles lined the roads, their lights flickering like stars on the asphalt.

Street night sellers were just beginning to set up. You could see colorful stalls pop up one by one—selling grilled corn, sweet drinks, and spicy snacks. The air filled with the scent of food and the sounds of laughter. I stopped by one vendor and ordered a portion of satay. As I ate, I noticed how calm everything felt, despite the noise. Everyone seemed content, like the traffic and noise were just part of the weekend charm. You’d think it would be chaotic, but here, it felt like a ritual—familiar and comforting.

You would have enjoyed riding beside me. The streets were alive, but no one was in a rush. People chatted with strangers, kids played near the sidewalks, and couples shared motorbikes, smiling under their helmets. I thought about how weekends bring a different kind of beauty—one made not of silence, but of shared space and time.

The night deepened, but the energy didn’t fade. I rode on, feeling grateful.?