Jeans and Sarong
Jeans and Sarong
by Ismim Putera
My father gave me three different sarong clothes,
With three different colours,
A few days before I began my university life.
The sarong has floral motives and geometric pattern,
Soft and smooth,
As if it will never touch the skin.
'You will need this. Use this when you pray.'
I wore the sarong one evening, before the evening prayer,
That was my first time wearing it
Supposedly, you do not wear anything inside
Standing inside the sarong,
Fold it into halves towards the midline,
Adjusting the position from the chest and length from the feet,
And roll it vertically up to your hip,
And ensure that it is tight, otherwise it will fall off.
Even though sarong is thin and fragile,
It gives you adequate space for wider range of motion,
And does not restrict the gait,
And it looks like a solid cylinder too.
Protecting the lower limb from the surrounding.
Both my leg felt light, free and comfortable,
Compared to the stuffy and sweaty jeans.
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