Kendrick Lovington gave a last look to his study room. His
travel-bags stood up neatly next to his feet. The comfortable wooden
room was exquisite with a decorated red carpet spread on the center,
a large oak table, a big leather chair, and a big red couch worn out
of frequent use by the fireplace across the wall cabinets filled up
with journals, essays, psychological and religious books. The place
had been his ‘hiding cave’ for his private obsession in searching
for the human understanding, truth, and God.
Enough, he thought. I’ve been reading many books but I’m still not
satisfied. I’ll be in quest for the journey of searching for God. My
heart is still yearning for truth. There should be an answer
somehow, somewhere in this world and I have to find it before
closing my eyes for the last time.
He noticed his table, which was always, stacked with papers of his
college students but now empty. He had marked and distributed all
the exams. He smiled thinking about the university where he had
taught for fifteen years. All his colleagues of the Psychology
Department wished him best luck for his journey.
Kendrick reached for the brass handle of his study room, pulled it
softly, and closed the hefty panel door. With a brown leather
backpack on his back, he lowered himself to seize on his two bags;
one big suitcase and a medium-sized handbag, and pulled them into
the living room.
Putting his bags down, he reached for the brown checker-patterned
jacket on the coat hanger and wore them. He gripped the
brown-grayish flannel cap and stood in front of the mirror observing
He was of medium height, a white-haired man of forty-five years old
with thick mustache and soft grayish eyes. His square face had soft
fair complexion. Kendrick Lovington would not fit the category of
modern look for he possessed a rather conventional style.
He had not got married yet. Kendrick enjoyed having good
companionship but he never really knew whether he had ever fallen in
love and at the same time, he put too much consideration on
My life is definitely going to change, he thought.
He gave an encouraging smile at himself and put his cap down.
A sound of car engine stopped in front of his house and honked
“It’s your cab, Mr. Lovington.” Her house cleaner suddenly turned up
in the living room. She dried her hands with a white napkin, stared
at her master, and thought silently; some people said that the more
you learnt about God, the more you knew of nothing.
“Okay, please keep the house clean, will you? Bye, now,” he said
politely to her and headed to the cab waiting for him impatiently.
On the way to Dulles International Airport, the taxi driver, a
middle-aged guy with black thick mustache and a toothpick on his
mouth was rumbling. “So, you leavin’ town, huh?”
“Oh yes, yes. I’m leaving for Bali.” Kendrick took a pleasure in
having a conversation with others.
“Where’s that?” The driver raised one of his thick eyebrows peeping
at him from the rear mirror.
Kendrick smiled and said, “It’s in Indonesia, South East Asia.”
“Huh, so far away? What you doin’ there?”
“I’m attending a conference.”
“Sounds biggie, huh?” He pressed the honked hard, long enough to
deafen Kendrick’s ears as he saw a car blocking the road and
muttered to himself. At last, the car in front of him moved forward.
Feeling bored, he continued speaking. “So, what conference?”
“It’s about the psychological perceptions in Asian culture and
“I’m in search for God,” Kendrick added calmly.
The cab driver almost pushed the brake metal accidentally. “Gee. You
think you gonna find Him there?”
“Well, I hope. There must be a place to start on,” he smiled
“Huh, hum. Can’t you just find Him here, in DC?” he threw his
“I’ve read many books about Asia. Their multi-racial society with
many different unique cultures and religions attract me.” Then he
continued speaking to himself mentally, just hope I’ll be
enlightened and find the answer I’ve been looking for if I finally
go out of my cave.
The cab driver shrugged his shoulders. “Well, all right, then. Good
luck for you! Hope that you find what you lookin’ for.”