Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Tentang wanita itu


“Boarding”
Gadis mengamati layar telepon genggamnya, pesan itu berarti wanita itu sedang di dalam perjalanan ke Padang. Penerbangannya yang kedua dalam minggu ini. Beberapa hari yang lalu, wanita itu terbang ke Lampung, lalu ke Jakarta untuk menghadiri rapat dengan kementerian ESDM, lalu terbang ke Padang. Keliling Indonesia sudah menjadi agenda mingguan wanita itu. Terkadang diselingi dengan penerbangan keluar negeri. Wanita itu sangat menikmati setiap perjalanannya, bersentuhan langsung dengan budaya lokal, melihat-lihat keindahan alam yang unik di tiap daerah, mengunjungi pusat kerajinan tradisional, dan tidak lupa membeli cendera mata untuk keluarganya. Walaupun begitu, perjalanannya tidak selalu indah. Terkadang wanita itu juga harus menghadapi buaya di tengah sungai ataupun ancaman oleh orang-orang dari suku yang ternyata kemudian bersuku sama dengan menantunya. Wanita berusia 50 tahun itu masih terlihat muda, dengan tas punggung, celana jeans, dan sepatu kets yang selalu menjadi pakaian dinasnya setiap kali ke lapangan. Setiap orang yang melihatnya untuk pertama kalinya tidak akan percaya kalau ternyata dia hampir mempunyai seorang cucu. Hidup yang sempurna di mata gadis, dan karir yang menjadi impian gadis.

Tetapi gadis tahu pasti bahwa hidup wanita itu tidak selalu seperti itu. Ada masa ketika wanita itu harus meniti karir dari awal karena tempat dia bekerja selama 7 tahun tiba-tiba pindah kota. Saat itu, dia harus merelakan pekerjaannya karena pernikahan beda kota untuk waktu yang permanen tidak pernah ada dalam kamusnya. Ada masa ketika wanita itu harus merelakan sebagian besar waktunya mengurusi kedua anaknya, dengan karir baru yang belum jelas, sementara teman-teman di sekitarnya karirnya melejit, rumah dan kendaraannya bertambah, atau menikmati kuliah di luar negeri. Yah, wanita itu juga bukan manusia sempurna. Ada saat di mana dia merasa lelah. Gadis ingat sekali ketika itu, air di rumah mereka sudah berhari-hari tidak mengalir. Mereka harus menumpang mandi di mesjid dan mengambil air dari mesjid untuk keperluan lain. Saat itu, mereka sedang tidak mempunyai ART. Jadilah wanita itu dan kedua anaknya yang masih kecil-kecil mengangkut air. Namun apalah yang diharapkan dari anak-anak yang berusia 5 dan 6 tahun. Wanita itu harus bolak-balik di malam hari antara rumah dan mesjid yang untungnya persis berada di depan rumahnya. Lalu air itu harus dipindahkan ke dalam bak-bak agar embernya bisa dipergunakan kembali. Saat itulah, di tengah kelelahannya bekerja dan mengangkut air, wanita itu mengeluh dan berkata pada gadis “Mbak, semoga hidup kamu nanti lebih nyaman. Semoga kamu tidak perlu mengalami kesusahan seperti ini.” Kata-kata itu selalu gadis ingat dan gadis jadikan bekal untuk mantap menerima lamaran suaminya walaupun masa depan mereka masih penuh dengan ketidak pastian.

Yah, masalah ART memang bukan masalah yang baru dihadapi wanita-wanita bekerja masa kini. Saat itu, gadis ingat sekali bahwa wanita itu harus membereskan dan membersihkan rumah setelah anak-anaknya tidur. Pada dini hari itulah, wanita itu menyapu dan mengepel lalu memasak untuk sarapan dan bekal anak-anaknya. Setelah itu menyiapkan anak-anaknya untuk pergi sekolah, mengantar mereka, lalu pergi ke kantor. Setelah jam makan siang, menjemput anak-anaknya, menitipkannya di rumah saudaranya atau tetangganya, lalu kembali lagi ke kantor. Sepulangnya dari kantor, menyiapkan makan malam dan terkadang masih harus mengangkut air. Ah tetapi, Allah memang Maha Baik. Selama periode waktu itu, saat wanita itu harus ke sana kemari, melakukan semuanya sendiri, dia tidak pernah jatuh sakit. Untuk seseorang yang sempat masuk rumah sakit di masa mudanya dan divonis dokter bertubuh lemah sehingga tidak boleh kecapekan, wanita itu diberi kekuatan untuk bisa mengurusi keluarganya dengan baik.

Dan perlindungan wanita itu terhadap anak-anaknya, tidak berhenti sampai urusan domestik saja. Gadis ingat sekali betapa wanita itu berubah menjadi harimau ketika beliau berusaha menyelamatkan kesejahteraan mental dan fisik anaknya. Berbeda dengan wanita lain yang hanya menangis-nangis melihat luka-luka di badan anaknya, wanita itu maju menghadapi jaringan teroris di kampus (yang katanya) terbaik di Indonesia. Dia tidak gentar untuk membawa permasalahannya ke jalur hukum. Dia tidak takut menghadapi segala macam rintangan yang ada di hadapannya. Seakan-akan beliau berkata, hamil itu berat, melahirkan itu sakit, membesarkan anak itu sulit, dan kamu harus berhadapan denganku ketika kamu berani melukai anakku.
Ketika anak-anaknya mulai beranjak dewasa dan tidak lagi terlalu tergantung padanya, Allah selalu menemukan wanita itu dengan banyak orang-orang baik. Merekalah yang secara langsung dan tidak langsung membimbing dan menunjukkan jalan untuk wanita itu sehingga dalam waktu tidak lama, karirnya melejit seperti saat ini.  

Aahhh, banyak sekali kenangan gadis akan ketergantungannya pada wanita itu. Lagu I Turn To Younya Christina Aguilera benar-benar menggambarkan apa yang gadis rasakan untuk wanita itu. Yah, untuk gadis, wanita itu selalu menjadi tumpuannya, selalu bisa menyelesaikan masalahnya. Gadis merasa, selama wanita itu ada di sekitarnya, semua masalah pasti akan terpecahkan.

Dan sekarang, saat gadis berada di pintu gerbang menjadi wanita itu, gadis sering merasa ragu. Bisakah gadis menjadi wanita itu? Bisakah gadis menjadi karang yang tahan menghadapi tiap hantaman gelombang? Bisakah gadis menjadi tumpuan seperti wanita itu selalu menjadi tumpuan untuk gadis? Apalagi saat gadis dihadapkan pada pilihan yang sama, antara keluarga atau karir impian. Ego gadis yang terasa sangat besar tidak rela melepaskan karir yang sudah menjadi impian seumur hidupnya. Aahhh, rasanya saat ini, kemampuan gadis masih jauh dari wanita itu.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The end of a journey

That is what he gave me as an answer when I asked him,
"What should be the title of our wedding photos album?"
Indeed, it has been quite a long journey for each of us, though not with each other. A journey that is full with ups n downs, tears, drama, anger, agony. Thanks God it ended up in a best way possible. I end up with someone much much much better than the rest (my friend's twist of Adele's Someone Like You). He ends up with, well, me. I dare not to say that I am much much much better than the rest since I know very well, I'm not. (My personal trait of self inferiority). But that doesn't matter anyway, since I am the one God chose for him, and he's the one chosen for me. I love him and I know for sure, he loves me. :)

Thursday, November 27, 2008

World Cup 2010

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Masochist saga (part 2)


Allen arrived at home without even really realizing how she got there. She took a bath to clean up all the tears dried on her face when some blur suddenly rush into her mind that made her taking a bath twice. She mistakenly took the body soap for the second time instead of the face soap. She couldn’t help not to yell to herself “Oh, come on…”
Her mission that night was to put everything into a black box, everything that they shared together. Within her currently, only left her first birthday gift, a bracelet, his gift, his mother gift, and the purse he gave her when she went to work for the first time. (A flash suddenly come up, if only I hadn’t worked there before, we might have been not in this condition). She shook her head harshly, and told herself not to pull out any memory for those past 3 years again. She also planned to put all their pictures and emails into the box, sealed it, and might be send it to the black hole, or may be Arizona was enough.
Almost midnite, all the pictures and the gift were all set. Now, it came the hardest part. She opened her email account and typed a word that had been an integral part of her life she could not imagine how to live without. Hundred emails came up. She knew that the easiest way was just remove all of them without even bother sorting them or even reading them. But then, we were really born as masochists. She read all the emails one by one. Some made her drew a smile, some made her burst into cry (alone in the middle of the nite, okay those were two rules broken to mend a broken heart).
One thing she realized was that how much she was loved. She knew she was not the easiest person to handle back then (not that now she was a better person though), stubborn, selfish, immature, childish, and full of hatred of life. All the bad things you found in a girl, she had it, just name it. And how he became so patient and restless to still love her was just another amazing thing she loved about him. And she knew to come up with the decision to be where he was staying now was not that easy. Full of struggling and pain she was sure. Now, she knew only one thing she could do. She would be really letting go and feeling happy for him. It was just another way to love somebody, to feel happy when the significant other was happy, with or without us by their side. The only thing she could do to show that she had really loved him or loved him (does it even matter?). Eventually, she closed her black box, seal it, and stumble upon what to do next. Where should she send it?
She really hoped her being crying didn’t wake up anybody that night as she would like to act as a real lady, put every emotion into a box, enjoyin the pain for herself, and not showing it to others. She knew that it would be another sleepless night. After her being cry and couldn’t go to bed, she could not imagine how her appearance would be the day after. But that didn’t even matter, nobody would notice it anyway. Not now. Not in this time. Not in this world.
Jaanu, Je träume de vous ces zwei jours. We are watching the World Cup 2010 together in our house. (allen smiled and said “yes, you and your wife are definitely gonna watch it together in your house there”)

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This world cup will be the 19th FIFA World Cup, which is scheduled to take place between 11 June and 11 July 2010 in South Africa. It will be the first time for the Confederation of African Football, leaving the Oceania Football Confederation as the only FIFA Confederation never to have hosted the event. South Africa was awarded the rights to host the tournament, defeating Morocco and Egypt. The only qualified time currently is South Africa as the host. The preliminary draw for the 2010 World Cup was held in Durban, South Africa, on 25 November 2007. The final draw for the 2010 FIFA World Cup will be staged in Cape Town, South Africa, in December 2009 at the Cape Town International Convention Centre.
Zakumi is the official mascot for the 2010 FIFA World Cup. It’s a leopard with green hair. (wew, really want one doll of it for sure). His name comes from” ZA”, the international abbreviation for South Africa, and “kumi”, a word that means ten in various African languages. There are tens venues which were used for this World Cup. The complete figure can be seen here.
Five new stadiums are to be built for the tournament (three new match venues and two new practice grounds), and five existing venues are to be upgraded. Construction costs are expected to be R8.4 bn. South Africa is also planning to improve its current public transport infrastructure within the various cities. (my fren said they just started to build it now)
Rumors have circulated in various news sources that the 2010 World Cup could be moved to another country. However, FIFA officials have repeatedly expressed their confidence in South Africa as host, and have stated that event will not be moved except in the event of a natural catastrophe. These rumors have been criticized by South Africa’s Deputy Finance Minister, saying that some have targeted the event to reflect their persistent negativity towards South Africa and Africa.
According to an article in Le Monde diplomatique. “More than $8bn has been budgeted for the building and upgrading of infrastructure for the football World Cup in 2010, including 10 stadiums and a high speed train. But almost none of the building or the money can be accessed by the poor who live in shantytowns without proper water, sanitation or electricity.”

(yes, I retyped everything from Wikipedia :P)
Well, let’s just wait and see…I might be still here in 2010. So, the official site for the World Cup 2010 is here

10 Things to Mend a Broken Heart

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Masochist saga (part 1)

Allen woke up early in the morning just to find her mind wandering along and she couldn’t even close her eyes. Her heart was still burning of the poison left unmarked the other day. It was more than a year now and many had happened but to eradicate the sting was just another thing. She knew right now only one cure to at least delay the poison penetration into her deeper soul, the holy book. The same cure she took last night that finally enable her closing her eyes.
Stranded in the limbo, what could be worse than this, she thought, though a lot of miserable things coming up in her mind. She knew she was ready to accept everything life would give her including the imagination of ending up alone. But yes, she was just only human. An ordinary woman that was now willing to give everything in her life to shed tears and weep crying in a fren’s hug. It reminded her of her best fren who hug her when she was crying for the very same reason years ago. For a moment, she drew a smile thinking how happy she was with her new family. But then she remembered that she had already decided to let go of everything. And really hated the feeling why the same reason, the same pain always coming back again. She was trying hard to stop cursing and taking her cure. One said that religion is just like a drug. Regardless debate over that matter, she couldn’t help not to agree. By this warm feeling, she went to bed and at last closed her eyes.
When she woke up, she did something she knew would just deepen her pain. Why do people enjoy torturing themselves so much? She knew and her fren told her that certain things need to be avoided not to worsen her pain. She can’t resist the temptation of hurting herself, as in pulling a knife into her wound and playing with it, burst into cry though she was alone.
She knew exactly right now that she might have been one kind of joke or one kind of conversation. To hell with the world, to hell with pride. This was just her try to relieve the pain, try to stop her mind wandering, and try to avoid the misery of other sleepless nights. That at one point, she was just a woman that would fall for this very same reason over and over again. She tried to enjoy the pain, kind of masochist but to relieve each pain, it started with facing it. Doing bloody hell of work didn’t make her feel better anymore. She knew it was just time that will heal everything though she couldn’t see where the bright future could come from. Thanks God it’s future. There will be always hope for those who trust. Cause distance and time do really mean something. They both kill pain as well as love. Love that can resist time and distance, she hopes to have. As much as she hopes this pain to vanish forever.

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I think the title saga didn’t go quite well with the text but I can’t think of another word for it. I want to say ‘hi’ to all single people out there who have their heart broken. I don’t know exactly how to mend a broken heart, but ‘drug’ might do some miracles. :D
I come to think for several things to start:
1. Pack things given by the significant other and other related people (the mother for instance) into a box (and throw it away)
2. Avoid going to fb, fs or whatsoever the social network your significant other and significant other’s significant other involved
3. Avoid people that might lead you to an awkward conversation about the significant other
4. Pray to God (or more realistic things tell your significant other) not to reveal your deepest secret
5. Bloody hell work sometimes helps
6. Never ever let your mind wandering in the middle of the night, thus bloody hell work help to exhaust you
7. Don’t listen to the melancholic love songs and don’t watch the love movies and don’t read love novels Those art people have a marvelous gift to touch you rite in the pain
8. Seize your life, every moment, every person
9. Make people happy by charity or whatever, the surrounding happy faces give you the positive aura that will lead you feeling better
10. The last, shouting out loud “I will be fine…I am okay…I know I will”
Good luck for that. And the last is to let all go. Really really letting go. I know that is not easy but it’s not impossible. Well, the most important thing is to take the first step to live your life to the fullest and everything else will hopefully follow.
Ganbatte kudasai!!!!!!!! Jia you!!!!!!!!!!!!!


PS: I am really sorry I ever broke your heart. I am really glad that you can clean up all mess I left. I am truly happy for you. Let the sad moment written on the sand for wind to wipe it away and happy moment craved on the cliff for time to eternally be there…
Also for my brother and my might-be in law in the future, life is too precious to be wasted because of somebody no matter how precious the somebody is