Selamat Jalan, Tante Adnya…

Kita nggak pernah tau kapan maut menjemput kita. Bisa jadi setelah saya menuliskan tulisan ini saya meninggal, atau bahkan ketika tulisan ini belum selesai pun saya bisa saja dipanggil Tuhan, atau mungkin puluhan tahun kemudian saya baru meninggal. Kita nggak pernah tau.

Baru hari Kamis kemarin saya akhirnya ketemu lagi sama Tante Adnya setelah dua tahun saya absen ke Bali. Niat saya kebali memang untuk liburan tapi lebih dari itu, saya memang mau ketemu sama keluarganya Nanda, sahabat yang sudah seperti keluarga sendiri untuk saya. Nggak cuma Nanda yang saya anggap keluarga sendiri. Mama, papa, dan adik-adiknya Nanda pun sudah saya anggap keluarga sendiri. Betapa shocknya saya ketika hari Sabtu ternyata jadi hari terakhir saya ngobrol sama Tante Adnya, karena hari Minggu Tante Adnya ternyata dipanggil Tuhan. Continue reading

Absurd Friend

I have a friend. She’s weird, out of the box, absurd, she’s just simply different. But I love her so much.

As most people know, pisces have a very wild imagination. Pisces are dreamer. I am pisces. And every time I am with her, I can express my imagination, we play together with my imagination or her imagination as if it is real.

I am a very logic and realistic person. Yet, I love absurdity. Knowing she can accept my absurdity and I can also accept hers, furthermore we can play with our absurdity is sooo fun. Reality is nice, sometimes sucks. But imagination and absurdity are just other thing. And we love it. Love you and your absurdity, twinos 🙂

Have you met her? The woman in the picture. Not that little girl with a frown on her face! But the woman with glasses. I am not sure you know her. But I bet you know that little girl. The little girl was me and the woman is Mbah Yi, my grannie. My beloved grannie.

I really want to write a lot about her. But I never successfully wrote things about her. It’s not because I’m too lazy to write but more likely it’s more than words to tell the world how special she is at least for me.

Her real name is actually not “Mbah Yi” or “Yi”. Her real name is Soepi’ah. “Mbah Yi” is the nickname given by her first grand daughter named Dian. Mbah Yi never wanted to be called “Mbah Yi” she wanted her grand children would call her “Mbah Putri”. But Mbak Dian found difficulties in pronouncing “Mbah Putri”, no matter how hard she tried, the phrase that came out of her mouth was “Mbah Yi”. Since then, all of her grand children call her “Mbah Yi”.

Well, I once wrote something in my blackberry about this super woman:

Once upon a time… Lived a very wise yet liberal woman in her time.

The one who never really thought about religion while others still argued which religion is the best. She believes that all religion is the same. Religion teaches us to be nice persons with different way.

The one who never bounded her children to be what she wanted them to be. She let them to be whatever they wanted to be: artists, civil servants, bank employees, and so on.

The one who thought books are important. Every book has their own way to teach people about life. She built the first library in her village. She knows that school is not the only place where you can find knowledges.

Yet, out of her liberalness, she was still a very conservative wife who chose to be a single mother after her husband left her and their 7 children forever. She held the loyalty to her husband even though the last words her husband told was to find a new father for their children. She only loves her husband, for her marriage is sacred and she wants her marriage was the first and the last for her. “Second marriage” never be in her dictionary. She never got married for the second time. It didn’t mean she didn’t love her children and let them suffer in poverty. She worked hard. Harder than any women, even harder than what men did. She was amazing. She is inspiring.

None of her children suffer because of her choice. All of them could reach their dreams. She’s their inspiration, their heroin.

She knew how to teach even though she wasn’t a teacher. She knew how people loves to be appreciated rather than punished. She never punished her children. She used no stick, she knew how to use carrots.

She’s loved by too many people, more than she expected.

She never knew, once she’d gone, it wasn’t just her family who mourned. It was society.

She left too many sweet memories for people.

She is not a well known person nor popular motivator. But she’s the inspiration for me.

The strong woman who gave birth to 7 children. Beloved woman who could share equal cares to her 12 grand children. The inspiring woman for 19 of her descendants. The caring woman who would give what she could give to the one who needed. The woman with thousands sweet memories.

The source of all my inspirations. My grand mother…

Well, I don’t know why I’m writing all these things. I suddenly remember her. It’s been 10 years… And I miss her so much :’)

Dear grandma, do you miss me like I miss you?

Cow & Pig: Pig’s Dengue Fever

Once upon a time in a far far away barn, there are several unique animals that best friended.

There was a pig that usually had a sleepover at cow’s fold. And sometimes the cow had a sleepover at pig’s fold. They were pretty close to each other. Even the cow somehow forgot that the pig is a pig and even the cow considered the pig as its sister (watta weird cow).

One day, the pig felt unwell. It had a fever, felt queasy all the day, and it seemed so weedy. The cow accompanied the pig to go to the veterinarian near the pig’s fold. The veterinarian gave some medicines and suggested the pig to have some rest. The pig preferred to have rests in cow’s fold. It was all going okay until on the second day, when the cow woke up, it found out its old disease: terrible backache relapsed. At the same time, the pig needed its breakfast. The pig asked the cow to made breakfast for it more than twice. But the cow kept lying on its straw. Until finally the pig felt upset and then the cow started to move its body reluctantly to made breakfast for the pig.

But the problem hadn’t solved. The pig felt embittered by what the cow had done. The pig thought that they were best friend. Why the cow couldn’t understand that it needed its breakfast so it could recover faster. How could the cow became that annoying when the the pig was really needed cow’s help? The pig cried and the cow just could do nothing.

The next day, everything had been alright. But the pig hadn’t recovered yet. Until finally on the fourth day, the pig seemed almost fully recovered. But, there were some red speckles on its skin. Both cow and pig were so afraid if the pig was suffered from dengue fever (OK, the story is becoming weirder by adding that the pig is suffered from dengue fever).

Again, the cow accompanied the pig to go to veterinarian. This time, they went to more professional veterinarian who knew pig’s father. After the laboratory check up, they found out that pig’s thrombocytes was only 80,000. Bellow the normal number of thrombocytes, and the veterinarian said that the pig must stay in the hospital. The pig was so sad. It didn’t like to stay in the hospital. The cow was so sad as well, it didn’t like to see its best friend sad and sick. The cow really loved it when the pig danced every time it heard music, the cow really loved to see the dancing-pig. But now, its favorite dancing-pig must be hospitalized.

Deep down inside its heart, the cow promised that it will be a better friend for the pig if it finally recovered from its disease, and promised that it would never treat its best friends badly.