Jumat, 20 Januari 2012
Syukur
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Sebenarnya tidak ada yang spesial hari ini. Tidak ada presiden negara asing atau ilmuwan yang berkunjung ke UI. Juga tidak ada kegiatan kampus atau perkuliahan yang mengharuskan saya ke UI, tapi entah mengapa saya merasa perlu ke perpustakaan.
The crystal of knowledge, begitulah nama resmi perpustakaan pusat UI. Tidak terhitung sudah berapa kali saya mengunjungi perpustakaan ini, khususnya semester lalu. Tugas yang berkepanjangan dan silih berganti memaksa saya menggali informasi yang ada di dalamnya.
Countless times ke perpustakaan tidak membuat saya jengah. Saya mencintai perpustakaan ini, buku-buku tua yang ada di dalamnya dan terutama sekali pemandangan sekitar perpustakaan. Danau salam yang hijau membentang damai, sesekali burung layang-layang terbang ria di atasnya. Ditambah lagi semilir angin menyapa dedaunan di deretan pepohonan di samping balairung.
Indah sekali. Benar-benar indah.
Dan hari ini adalah hari jumat. Benar, tak ada yang spesial, terkecuali faktanya hari jumat selalu membawa ketenangan dan kebahagiaan bagi saya. Saya melangkah dengan hati riang hingga ke FKM, kemudian meminjam sepeda di shelter FKM. Dalam 7 menit dan saya pun sampai di perpustakaan. Kali ini saya mengembalikan novel peter pan dan saudagar buku dari kabul. Sebelumnya ada hal yang mengganggu pikiran saya, petugas perpustakaan menyebutkan judul buku yang saya tak pernah pinjam. Setelah berkonsultasi beberapa lama, akhirnya buku itu dihapus dari daftar peminjaman akun saya. Alhamdulillah, ucap saya dalam hati, bayangkan saja ternyata hari ini adalah hari terakhir pengembalian buku itu. Bila saya tidak mengembalikannya, saya akan dikenai denda dan yang paling parah mengganti buku itu.
Subhanallah walhadulillah, tidak henti saya mengucap syukur pada Allah. Pasalnya, sejak minggu kemaren saya sudah susah payah mencari buku itu tapi tidak menemukannya. Dan hari ini tanpa disangka, dengan begitu mudah Allah memberikan jalan untuk saya. Satu kebaikan kecil dariNya. Begitu sederhana, begitu indah.
Dari tempat pengembalian buku saya naik ke lantai dua. Kali ini untuk meminjam novel baru. Hati saya seperti terlepas dari beban berat. Tidak butuh waktu lama hingga saya menemukan novel yang menarik hati.
Setelah mengurus peminjaman, saya turun mengambil tas di lantai satu dan mulai membaca di ruang duduk. Tapi cuacanya indah sekali di luar. Saya tidak dapat menolak ajakan angin semilir di luar dinding perpustakaan. Maka aku membeli cold chocolate dan duduk membaca diantara ruang terbuka dibawah pohon tua depan perpustakaan. Tidak lama kemudian, para violinis memainkan permainan biola yang sungguh ceria lagi mempesona.
Subhanallah, tidak hentinya saya mengucap kata itu sebagai bentuk kekaguman saya atas ciptaan Allah yang luar biasa. Hanya keindahan sederhana, meskipun begitu saya merasa sangat bersyukur dapat menikmati pemandangan indah diiringi alunan biola. Jalinan yang sempurna.
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Penuh rasa syukur, pikiran berikut muncul begitu saja…
Saya bersyukur bisa belajar dan kuliah, di saat banyak orang lain sulit untuk meneruskan studinya, terutama sekali berkesempatan kuliah di Universitas Indonesia. Saya bersyukur dapat menangkap pelajaran dan dibekali fasilitas yang cukup untuk bisa belajar dengan baik. Saya bersyukur bisa bertemu dengan dosen yang banyak mengajarkan filosofi kehidupan, bukan hanya materi tak berkesudahan. Saya percaya Filosofi penting untuk pembangunan karakter manusia. Saya bersyukur dapat menikmati keindahan seperti ini. Keindahan sederhana yang dapat dirasakan tanpa perlu membayar mahal. Saya bersyukur dapat menghirup udara, bersyukur dapat bernafas dengan baik, bersyukur memiliki kesehatan, dan jutaan hal lainnya yang tidak mungkin dihitung satu per satu.Ketika mengucapkan hal itu hati saya terasa penuh dan berbahagia. Subhanallah, tak ada kata-kata yang mampu mengungkapkan betapa bersyukurnya saya. Hanya alhamdulillah yang berulangkali terucap. Begitu luas kuasa dan karunia Allah, bahkan hal paling kecil pun di limpahkannya untuk kita, bila kita mau membuka hati, menerima penciptaan sekalian alam olehNya.
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Kamis, 19 Januari 2012
Letters i cannot send
December 1, 2011
Dearest pyeoul..
I wanna scream first, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa……huufftt…wait that’s not enough. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa >o<
Well, you might wondering why do I scream all of sudden..hehehehe…miyane.. I am sorry, I am just soooooooooooooooooooooooo excited. Guess what, I met Christian Wulff today!. Well, if you don’t know him, let me tell you, he is the president of Germany.
Me? Met president of Germany? I haven’t even met president of Indonesia, our own country. But I met leader of one of the biggest country in the world.
That happened earlier today, I went to central library of ui, just to finish my mekflu task, but they say the library is closed sue to the arrival and general lecture by president of germany. Euuhh, you know, I hate walking back to my house, it’s so faraway, plus the weather was really hot. So I choose to join the lecture. It was free after all :D
So, I sign myself. I did not know what to expect, I just thought, I cannot wait outside and see this armed forces. Scary.
So I walked and wait for 45 mins. There, in hallway to auditorium, I met this woman, we introduced ourselves. Her name is uswatun hasanah, she is married, having two kids already and is pursuing doctoral degree in taiwan. Whoa! What a smart woman, I thought. We talked to kill the time, finally christian wulff came in, but we could not go inside the auditorium due to its limited capacity. So i waited outside with mbak uswah and we signed to be Jerin member.
After 1,5 hour, finally the lecturer is finished. Me and mbak uswah choose to stand on front side, then christian wulff approached and he greeted us. I’m so excited and just talked loudly to imply his words, he saw me and walked towards me. He asked me several questions and I answered it perfectly. He was very warm, very nice in person.
Hohohoho..i might not be able to go in the auditorium but I talked to christian wulff in person, face to face. Oh my…I wished I could scream that time. And oh! I also met B.J.Habibie for the second time. But he walked so fast and I also met adrie subono, but he look so anxious that I myself not dare to say a thing to him.
Beside me, mba uswah kept texting and calling her husband. He called him sayang..of course, it was her husband. From our conversations, he looked like very supportive on her and respond her well.
Oh darl, I wished I could call you that time just like mba uswah. I really envy her talking to freely about her activities to her husband, while I got none to call, none to talk to. i felt excitement but only to myself. It would be nice to share those excitement to someone I love..
Darl, please come, please let us back like our old time. When we can call each other freely and I can share my stories with you.
Nan bogoshippoyo
Eve
January 1, 2012
Hi my dearest person. The man I love so much.
How are you today? New day of new year. Woow, it’s more than a year since the first time we meet. You know, I am listening to christina perri’s song, a thousand years.
I miss you so much. The setting of the vidclip is edward and bella’s wedding. So sweet… the words fit so perfectly. Will you and I end up the way edward and bella did? Well, I hope so…
I never stop waiting for you, just like the feeling of edward, feels like I’ve been waiting for you a thousand years. I still remember the feeling by the first time I met you. You were there, calling and talking right next to me. Make me freeze that moment.
I was thinking, like : oh here you are. So…you are the person I’ve been longing for, the person I slowly fall in love with, eventough I barely knew it. You here, in front of me. The love I dream of, finally stand before me.
I could not say anything. I really wanna hug you that time, but since it was our first meeting I could not do it. I just smiling to you. I keep it in my heart. No one else fill my heart like you do.
I love you, no matter what.
January 10, 2012
Dear pyeoul, I can’t stop thinking about you. I love you so dearly and somehow, today, I miss you so much.
I saw ur fb status, you are going out with your friend today, aren’t you? Do you ever think of me when you go out? As I always think of you everytime I go to library, campus or elsewhere. I always imagine you’re by my side.
Hm..as I read it, it seems like I’m obsessed with you. Trust me, I actually not. It’s just that I feel lonely many times, I got no one to talk to, no one would listen to my story nor ever anyone ask how am I doing. I miss your presence. I miss your smile. I miss it when we talk crazily for hours.
I miss you, as always. And I always pray for Allah to send you here. Just come and visit me once a while. It will be okay for me. I will not ask much. I’m trying to understand you. Who am I after all? Just a stranger for you. But I have never wanted to go back to that situation when we were completely stranger. Shiro! Andwae! I don’t want that!.
I got an exam today, I just finished study. It’s basic fluid mechanics subject. I don’t know how I’m going to answer the questions tonight. I just want this to be over asap.
In the next three weeks, we shall meet, pyeoul. But I actually scared. Scared of how you will behave. I’m scared that you will ignore me. But I gotta face it. I won’t run, though It may hurtful. Really, I have no idea what will happen. If you ignore me then all my effort will go to waste. But I gotta be tough. Just like what I promised to you. If it’s not you going here, then I will go there visit you.
Tears fall from my eyes as I’m writing this. Chongmal appuda, chongmal dap dap hae. Really hurtful, really suffocates.
Nunmuri chakku huruda, nega bogoshippo, chugulgo katta, ihjeya arasso? The tears keep flowing, I’m missing you so much, I can’t hide it, do you understand my feeling?
This thing, I can’t tell you. This letter I can’t send to you.
I ‘m way too scared, I can only look down. You never reply me back. My heart crushed to pieces.
See you,
eve.
January 12, 2012
Dearest pyoul…
How are you dong today? The clock says 2.11 pm jakarta time as I am writing this letter to you. It must be 3.11 pm in bali. How’s the weather in bali? It’s been so long since the last time we talk about weather, aren’t we? Usually, we always have different weather. Like, if I have sunny day here, it probably cloudy for you there. But if you feel the hot sun in denpasar, then I found rain outside. Seems like it is so indifferent but on the other side, we completing each other.
You must be finished working by now, right? Usually, you tell me the morning shift isn’t as busy as other shift. Except maybe government held special and big event in denpasar then the units got to run. That’s also applied to Gima’s unit. At the time like this, they only produce 80 MW, but on busy they, the machine running to its full capacity.
Bali. Again and again.
You know, I already purchase tickets back and forth from jkt-dps and dps – jkt. We shall meet soon. I can’t wait for that. Really. I miss you so much. Eventough I still scare how I’m going to react to you.
Sadness and happiness, both shadowing my footsteps. I feel so down when I’m thinking I’m going to face you. You seem so conceited. I have no confidence at all. Maybe because I’m longer know you. I wish by my visit to dps, our freezing relationship will melt under the sun of bali. I hope so. Eventough I can’t figure it.
Sadness and happiness, both shadowing my footsteps. I feel so down when I’m thinking I’m going to face you. You seem so conceited. I have no confidence at all. Maybe because I’m longer know you. I wish by my visit to dps, our freezing relationship will melt under the sun of bali. I hope so. Eventough I can’t figure it.
I always love you,
Eve
January 19, 2012
Dearest pyeoul..
How are you doing today? I don’t go anywhere today. Feel little bit sick. I’ve been sneezing since yesterday. Yup, I guess I caught flu, maybe because I always walking in rain these days.
You know, yesterday I sell my novels, my precious props. i’m hoping to receive some cash, you know, my another love, my ipod is broken, so I need to find more money so that I can get it fixed. But the thing is…my novels worth so poorly that my heart is broken. Oh my goodness..i really wanna cry when I made the deal. But nothing I can do about it. The book bussiness is hard, trust me, darling.
I am wondering what are you doing now, are you just finished working or you still in the gym, doing your fave workout. Somehow, I kinda dislike that. Cause I see you a lil bit cocky after you gaining some muscle mass. You, kinda like man in tv, who’s showing off their muscle. Oh gee…those things I really hate it. But nothing I can do about it. I’m nothing for you, just like usual. I must hold the tears back. Holding back, like there’s nothing happen, or pretending as if my heart and mind are okay.
Really, I miss you everyday, I really wanna talk loudly and laughing along with you. Just like we used to do. I am listening to our recording just few minutes ago. But I can’t stand it. I just can’t. it hurts me too much listening to it. This is strange, I used to love your voice so much, but listen your voice stabbing my chest. Felt like our conversations are empty. You were there, but not your soul. You no longer laughing, only mumbling and grunning around.
I miss you, I love you, always. Please be kind to me, please look at me. I am longing for you love.
That’s what I am hoping for..
Love you, always
Eve
Selasa, 17 Januari 2012
A granddaughter's Wish
Uci.
Uci adalah panggilan bagi nenek ibu dalam tradisi keluarga minang kabau. Uci yang kupunyai hanya dari pihak ibu. Aku tidak pernah mengenal nenek atau kakekku, keduanya telah meninggal sebelum aku lahir. Ibu sejak kecil dipelihara oleh uci setelah ibunya meninggal dan ayahnya menikah kembali.
Aku mengenal uci hanya dari cerita ibu. Uci meninggal di usia 93 tahun atau saat aku berumur 4 tahun. Uci sangat menyayangiku, begitu cerita ibu dan kakakku. Ketika aku masih di dalam kandungan ibu, uci sering mengelus perut ibu sambil mendoakan aku yang ada didalamnya.
"Oi, sihaiklah kau nak. Pabilo kau padusi, baiak, rancak jo cadiaklah utak kau. Pabilo kau laki, elok juo, pahibua hati amak kau". "hai, sehatlah kamu. Bila kamu perempuan semoga kamu sehat, cantik dan pintar. Tapi, bila kamu laki-laki, baik juga untuk menghibur hati ibumu", begitulah doa uci untukku.
Uci senantiasa menemani dan menguatkan ibu ketika pernikahan kedua orangtuaku di terpa badai. Pesan ibu untuk uci pada waktu itu yaitu untuk mengharamkan airmata yang tertumpah akibat tingkah laku ayah yang menyakitkan. Ibu harus kuat dengan 8 anak yang dimilikinya. Uci juga meminta ibu untuk terus membahagiakan hatinya apapun yang terjadi, karena hati dan perasaan yang sakit adalah awal mula keruntuhan fisik manusia. Minum obat bila sakit, serta istirahat dan makan yang cukup. Pesan yang begitu sederhana namun pengaruhnya sangat besar bagi ibu.
Kata ibu, uci adalah sosok yang pemurah dan penyayang. Ucilah wanita yang bersedia menampung dan memelihara keponakannya yang yatim piatu. Memelihara mereka layaknya anak kandungnya meski saat itu suaminya telah tiada.
Uci memelihara 7 anak yatim asuhannya dengan hasil sawah dan ternak yang dimilikinya. Uci juga sering membagikan masakan buatannya kepada para tetangga. Uci percaya sesuai dengan sunnah Nabiyullah, orang yang menjalin hubungan baik dengan tetangganya akan berumur panjang. Uci juga tak pernah lupa menjalankan ibadah sunah Rasulullah lainnya, termasuk di dalamnya ibadah 40 hari, shalat sunat rawatib, shalat taubat, shalat tasbih, shalat tahajud, puasa senin kamis dan lainsebagainya. Sungguh, uci adalah pribadi yang taat beribadah.
Kata kakakku, uci sering mendendangkan lagu hingga akku tertidur dalam buayannya. Uci pula yang membantu meluluhkan hati ayah ketika ayah masih belum mau melihatku. Uci berjasa besar bagi keluarga kami. Tanpa uci, kami tidak mungkin akan sebaik saat ini.
Ya, aku tak pernah benar-benar mengenal uci, tapi mendengar cerita tentang beliau dari ibu hari ini membuatku merindukan sosoknya. Aku ingin berbaring di pelukan uci, ingin merasakan kelembutan tangannya di wajahku.
Uci, cucumu merindukanmu. Aku ingin merasakan kehangatan kasih seorang nenek. Uci, saat ini aku sedang bersedih. Hatiku sungguh terluka. Ingin rasanya aku mengharamkan airmata yang tumpah sebagaimana engkau dahulu melarang ibuku. Aku ingin sekali berlari menuju pangkuanmu dan engkau menghapus airmata dari pipiku. Semoga Allah melapangkan kubur uci dan menjauhkannya dari siksa kubur.
Aku rindu sekali padamu nek. Aku menyayangimu dan aku memohon bantuanmu dari alam sana. Sebuah bantuan untuk cucumu yang bersedih hati.....
Uci adalah panggilan bagi nenek ibu dalam tradisi keluarga minang kabau. Uci yang kupunyai hanya dari pihak ibu. Aku tidak pernah mengenal nenek atau kakekku, keduanya telah meninggal sebelum aku lahir. Ibu sejak kecil dipelihara oleh uci setelah ibunya meninggal dan ayahnya menikah kembali.
Aku mengenal uci hanya dari cerita ibu. Uci meninggal di usia 93 tahun atau saat aku berumur 4 tahun. Uci sangat menyayangiku, begitu cerita ibu dan kakakku. Ketika aku masih di dalam kandungan ibu, uci sering mengelus perut ibu sambil mendoakan aku yang ada didalamnya.
"Oi, sihaiklah kau nak. Pabilo kau padusi, baiak, rancak jo cadiaklah utak kau. Pabilo kau laki, elok juo, pahibua hati amak kau". "hai, sehatlah kamu. Bila kamu perempuan semoga kamu sehat, cantik dan pintar. Tapi, bila kamu laki-laki, baik juga untuk menghibur hati ibumu", begitulah doa uci untukku.
Uci senantiasa menemani dan menguatkan ibu ketika pernikahan kedua orangtuaku di terpa badai. Pesan ibu untuk uci pada waktu itu yaitu untuk mengharamkan airmata yang tertumpah akibat tingkah laku ayah yang menyakitkan. Ibu harus kuat dengan 8 anak yang dimilikinya. Uci juga meminta ibu untuk terus membahagiakan hatinya apapun yang terjadi, karena hati dan perasaan yang sakit adalah awal mula keruntuhan fisik manusia. Minum obat bila sakit, serta istirahat dan makan yang cukup. Pesan yang begitu sederhana namun pengaruhnya sangat besar bagi ibu.
Kata ibu, uci adalah sosok yang pemurah dan penyayang. Ucilah wanita yang bersedia menampung dan memelihara keponakannya yang yatim piatu. Memelihara mereka layaknya anak kandungnya meski saat itu suaminya telah tiada.
Uci memelihara 7 anak yatim asuhannya dengan hasil sawah dan ternak yang dimilikinya. Uci juga sering membagikan masakan buatannya kepada para tetangga. Uci percaya sesuai dengan sunnah Nabiyullah, orang yang menjalin hubungan baik dengan tetangganya akan berumur panjang. Uci juga tak pernah lupa menjalankan ibadah sunah Rasulullah lainnya, termasuk di dalamnya ibadah 40 hari, shalat sunat rawatib, shalat taubat, shalat tasbih, shalat tahajud, puasa senin kamis dan lainsebagainya. Sungguh, uci adalah pribadi yang taat beribadah.
Kata kakakku, uci sering mendendangkan lagu hingga akku tertidur dalam buayannya. Uci pula yang membantu meluluhkan hati ayah ketika ayah masih belum mau melihatku. Uci berjasa besar bagi keluarga kami. Tanpa uci, kami tidak mungkin akan sebaik saat ini.
Ya, aku tak pernah benar-benar mengenal uci, tapi mendengar cerita tentang beliau dari ibu hari ini membuatku merindukan sosoknya. Aku ingin berbaring di pelukan uci, ingin merasakan kelembutan tangannya di wajahku.
Uci, cucumu merindukanmu. Aku ingin merasakan kehangatan kasih seorang nenek. Uci, saat ini aku sedang bersedih. Hatiku sungguh terluka. Ingin rasanya aku mengharamkan airmata yang tumpah sebagaimana engkau dahulu melarang ibuku. Aku ingin sekali berlari menuju pangkuanmu dan engkau menghapus airmata dari pipiku. Semoga Allah melapangkan kubur uci dan menjauhkannya dari siksa kubur.
Aku rindu sekali padamu nek. Aku menyayangimu dan aku memohon bantuanmu dari alam sana. Sebuah bantuan untuk cucumu yang bersedih hati.....
Minggu, 15 Januari 2012
Love of a fool
not once i ever forget you...
for i always here, waiting for you
just a devoted heart
i wanted to present to you
so faraway....
i look to horizon, but i can't find you there
where are you?
don't you know i always longing for your presence?
i stand alone
crying.
holding my chest tightly
so it won't feel too much hurt
i can't stop the tears
it fall without my notice
eventough i forbid myself
to stop crying
i just can't
i'm not be able to run
from the love i present for you before
it tortures me so much
buut nothing i can do
and so i can't help myself either
just a feeling of a fool
waiting for a man
she love so dearly
Minggu, 08 Januari 2012
New Year
well, never really realize it, but it's already past new year! woooow... according to Mayan's calendar, this year is a year of apocalypse that many people will die by "great disaster" on earth. I personally do not believe in that somekind of prophecy. Why would we? That kinda prophecy is not 100% accurate, so i choose to stay on positive side.
So, have you guys made a list of resolution for this year? My lecturer, Mr. Warjito, said, good plan is a step ahead of good future. By making good plan which can lead to good preparations, we can minimize the effect of failure. That's a very good advice. My lecturer got its point.
But the thing is, i myself haven't made a plan of what i wanna do for the upcoming days. I guess i am afraid. So many things not work out in my life last year. 2010 was awesome, but 2011 is awful because i got to cry almost everyday in every month.
That thought lead me to something, Well..why don't i make simple resolutions? instead of wanting the bigger ones, simple but meaningful resolutions will do. Because wanting the big ones put bigger pressure in you. And for people who stick so much to their wishes (in other word : stubborn), when they can't reach them, it sort of create stress in their mind.
So, simple resolutions for this year are:
1. Enjoy the ride of the life
2. Be happy all the time
3. Smiling more
4. Study well
5. Graduate from UI in a good grade
6. and it will good if i can win some competitions too ^^
hoho...so what are your plans for the next 357 days, reader? Some want to graduate, some might wanna get married, or others might wanted to start a new bussiness. well, whatever it is, i hope all your wishes come true and i hope we all be bless with happiness and health.
Much love from Arumdaung
A glimpse of past
12.23 pm, the crystal of knowledge, University of Indonesia
The day is so beautiful today.
Really, I’m not lying. The sun and the breeze are just perfect though this still in the middle of rainy season. The sky is so clear, the swishing wind blows between the leaves.
I took bicycle earlier today to go to central library. Eversince I acknowledged myself that I am able to ride a bicycle, I prefer to go to many places in ui by bike, not on foot anymore. Because, as I consider it furthermore, it’s just the same amount of energy that I emit by riding bicycle and going on foot as well.
Yep, riding bicycle has become the new hobby of mine. I admit that I’m not a really good rider, but I am on my way to be one. Besides, it is one of the way to learn how to ride motorcycle too. My dad really urges me to learn riding motorcycle ASAP. Eugh..i actually like it and yeah I curious of it too…but then, no one has the time to teach me riding motorcycle. So, how can i? hum, yeah it is still a big question mark in me.
Oh well…the wind really blowing so gorgeously outside. I actually prefer to ride bicycle in this kind of weather rather than spending my time in library. But, I have presentation and exam today. So, I gotta study otherwise, I will score badly in class. So yeah, I really don’t want that to be happen.
Ooups, this writing or maybe so-called-online-journal has gone too far from the main frame that I really wanna talk about. So yeah, let’s get back to the main idea that I wanna discuss, reader! ^^
When I rode bicycle before I came here, I found it so beautiful outside. I know, and I can sense the same sunshine when I was living in Gilimanuk. Except, the air feel clear and there is no smell of sea in depok. Yup, because depok is near mountainous area in Bogor. Oh, Gilimanuk! Again! Yep, somehow, I just looooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeee that little fishing village so much, and I also missing it sooooooooooooo badly. Trust me, I am willing to give away things I have here in depok, just to get back there. Oh, wait, maybe not everything, but maybe most of it ^^, *wink wink*
I feel the warm of sunshine on my skin as if it was the same sunshine when I used to go out from unit to take a lunch break. The sun was really hot, the weather is so dry and you got to see goat, chicken and cows everywhere. I really miss walking in that hot sunshine but with the smell of the sea around me. 1 kilometer away, and I found Bali Strait, right in front of me with the view of mountains in east java.
When I lived in gilimanuk, my sort of entertainment there were only playing game on my laptop. None of my teammates brought tv (of, course!). So yeah, I must entertain myself by going around the village, sometimes went to town of Negara or maybe just goofying around in Singaraja.
Oh God…reader, you have no idea how I am longing to get back there. I swear to Allah that I miss Gilimanuk so much. Not even in a blink of an eye I ever forgot it. It’s been two years since I left gilimanuk. Time really went so fast, huh? So yeah…I am dying to go back there.
When I talked to my friend whose lived in gilimanuk with me before, none of them seem so miss it. Unlike me, you know. Well, maybe because most of them working full time, so they do’'t have spare time like me.
And oh! I have great news!
I already got permission from my parents to go back to Gilimanuk this february. I am going to spend the rest of my holiday and I also have plan to arrange my final project there. One of the operator in Gilimanuk, brother ricky, as I used to call him, agree to arrange and help me out about my final task. Awesome!
I feel so lucky and happy at the same time. Eventough some things not really worked well in my life, but I gotta face it bravely and I hope after I got back from gilimanuk I will feel refresh and ready to conquer the world once again.
Many things happen In the past two years. 2010 was great, 2011 was worse, so I am hoping for 2012 to be so much better than the past one. I am planning to arrange my holiday next week. Going to make some calls to the people I know. Good preps will make a beautiful holiday, I hope so.
Oups, the clock says 12.54 pm now. Well, I gotta stop writing about this otherwise I can’t answer the questions in PPKM exam.
See you on the next story of mine. I hope whoever read this post will enjoy it. Thank you so much ^^
And Gilimanuk, just wait up for me. I will go back to the place where I belong!
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| View from secret bay beach (they have geat restaurant too) |
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| with my close friends in Seririt hot spring |
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| Looking at the horizon (on karang sewu beach) |
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| My favorite view of Gilimanuk |
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| A view from Tanjung Benoa Port |
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| The Blue Point |
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| A man waiting...(on Sanur Beach) |
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| Plenty of Star Fish on Karang Sewu beach |
Selasa, 03 Januari 2012
Balada Pengantin Muda
Ah...cantiknya anakku, begitu seru etek ketika ia mulai memasang inai di jari jemariku.Sesuai tradisi wanita padang yang akan menikah didandani oleh bako dari pihak ayahnya yaitu saudara terdekat secara personal dengan calon pengantin. Mak etek mungkin tidak tahu atau ia menulikan indra-indranya.
Ya, tak ada bahagia di mataku. Hanya sebentuk semangat yang tinggal bara, hilang sudah kobaran apinya. Mengapa? Tanyaku pada Tuhan. Tak diberiNya aku kesempatan untuk bersinar bebas. Demi siapakan pernikahan ini ada? Hanya sekadar pemenuhan adaik minang saja? Hanya karena perempuan harus menikah sebelum rahimnya menua? Tak bolehkah seseorang gadis memilih pendampingnya berdasarkan tingkah laku baik lagi keteguhan imannya? Apakah diri ini hanya tempat untuk menciptakan manusia lain tanpa cinta? ah...sungguh aku tak mengerti. Begitu banyak pertanyaan terpendam dalam diri.
Tidak, ini salah. Bayangan di balik air itu menatapku. Tatapannya kembali keras beku. Adalah hak seorang anak manusia untuk mencintai dengan segenap jiwanya, laksana embun murni. Tak terjamah debu ambisi tak berperi.
Ya, tak ada bahagia di mataku. Hanya sebentuk semangat yang tinggal bara, hilang sudah kobaran apinya. Mengapa? Tanyaku pada Tuhan. Tak diberiNya aku kesempatan untuk bersinar bebas. Demi siapakan pernikahan ini ada? Hanya sekadar pemenuhan adaik minang saja? Hanya karena perempuan harus menikah sebelum rahimnya menua? Tak bolehkah seseorang gadis memilih pendampingnya berdasarkan tingkah laku baik lagi keteguhan imannya? Apakah diri ini hanya tempat untuk menciptakan manusia lain tanpa cinta? ah...sungguh aku tak mengerti. Begitu banyak pertanyaan terpendam dalam diri.
Tidak, ini salah. Bayangan di balik air itu menatapku. Tatapannya kembali keras beku. Adalah hak seorang anak manusia untuk mencintai dengan segenap jiwanya, laksana embun murni. Tak terjamah debu ambisi tak berperi.
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