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Iftar extended 😀 – at Mazaj Hookah Bar & Grill

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Siapa yang nggak pernah baca, minimal pernah mendengar, cerita Negeri 5 Menara? Para book freak seperti saya pasti langsung tunjuk tangan, atau tunjuk dada. Cerita yang sangat menginspirasi, tentang perjuangan seorang anak kampung meraih impian, slash, cita-citanya. Cerita yang memberikan pesan mendalam bahwa tidak ada yang tidak mungkin selama mau berusaha. Bahwa seorang manusia harus berani bermimpi, betapapun mustahil mimpi itu terasa. A. Fuadi, seorang asli Maninjau yang menuliskan kisah hidupnya di dalam buku yang menginspirasi banyak orang termasuk saya.
Saya yang hampir melupakan mimpi2 masa kecil kemudian tersadarkan. Hidup ini begitu singkat, kenapa tidak mencoba mencari kereta yang akan lewat dan melompat ke dalamnya, lalu mencari peruntungan bersama yang arahnya hanya Yang Maha Kuasa yang tau? Kesempatan itu datang, dan saya ambil. Kereta yang saya tumpangi ternyata tidak hanya berjalan di rel yang datar. Walau nampak di awalnya biasa, setelah beberapa waktu saya sadar saya sedang menaiki roller coaster. Hidup saya ternyata tidak pernah biasa. Naik, turun, berputar, berhenti di tempat, berjalan datar. Sometimes it feels scary, but fun too. Alhamdulillah, hanya itu yang dapat saya ucapkan. Saya masih ingin bertualang, menaiki kereta yang ternyata roller coaster dan menunggu kejutan2 entah apapun yang saya temui di depan.
Tahun 2013, saya mendapat rezeki bertemu penulis buku itu berkat seorang teman baik bernama Maulana (I miss you btw 🙂 hope all is well with you there 🙂 ). Pertemuan yang tidak direncanakan itu membuat saya kehilangan kata2. Saya cuma bilang, “Uda Fuadi, you are my biggest inspiration!”. Pengen saya peluk2 rasanya, tapi tidak saya lakukan. Malu 😶 Lagian, apa kata dunia? 😆😆 Tapi pertemuan itu walau singkat, sangat berkesan. Uda Fuadi ternyata sangat baik dan ramah. Siapa sangka dia orang terkenal? Baik, berilmu, dan ramah. Orang Minang pula (sorry, I can’t help this one! 😆)
Tahun 2016. Saya berkomunikasi dengan seseorang yang tidak biasa. Seorang yang paham ilmu agama dan menyatakan diri seorang pluralis. Ketika “iseng2” saya tanya lebaran mudik kemana, beliau bilang pulang ke Madura. Ketika saya bertanya latar belakangnya, beliau bilang pernah lama menuntut ilmu di Gontor. Siapa yang nggak tahu Gontor? Yang baca novel uda Fuadi pasti tau pesantren Gontor. Tiba2 beliau balik bertanya pada saya, “baca cerita Negeri 5 Menara, Mer?”
“Baca dong mas. Novel itu salah satu favorit saya. Saya bahkan pernah bertemu penulisnya”, jawab saya cepat. Yang di seberang sana menjawab, “Kalau begitu kamu pasti tau karakter Dulmajid, teman Alif dari Madura. Saya adalah inspirasi karakter tersebut. Saya adalah Dulmajid”. Saya nyaris tidak bisa berkata2. Buktinya ada di Youtube. Roller coaster saya ternyata sedang singgah di tempat baru. Kejutan lagi.

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Siapa yang nggak pernah baca, minimal pernah mendengar, cerita Negeri 5 Menara? Para book freak seperti saya pasti langsung tunjuk tangan, atau tunjuk dada. Cerita yang sangat menginspirasi, tentang perjuangan seorang anak kampung meraih impian, slash, cita-citanya. Cerita yang memberikan pesan mendalam bahwa tidak ada yang tidak mungkin selama mau berusaha. Bahwa seorang manusia harus berani bermimpi, betapapun mustahil mimpi itu terasa. A. Fuadi, seorang asli Maninjau yang menuliskan kisah hidupnya di dalam buku yang menginspirasi banyak orang termasuk saya.
Saya yang hampir melupakan mimpi2 masa kecil kemudian tersadarkan. Hidup ini begitu singkat, kenapa tidak mencoba mencari kereta yang akan lewat dan melompat ke dalamnya, lalu mencari peruntungan bersama yang arahnya hanya Yang Maha Kuasa yang tau? Kesempatan itu datang, dan saya ambil. Kereta yang saya tumpangi ternyata tidak hanya berjalan di rel yang datar. Walau nampak di awalnya biasa, setelah beberapa waktu saya sadar saya sedang menaiki roller coaster. Hidup saya ternyata tidak pernah biasa. Naik, turun, berputar, berhenti di tempat, berjalan datar. Sometimes feels scary, but fun. Alhamdulillah, hanya itu yang dapat saya ucapkan. Saya masih ingin bertualang, menaiki kereta yang ternyata roller coaster dan menunggu kejutan2 entah apapun yang saya temui di depan.
Tahun 2013, saya mendapat rezeki bertemu penulis buku itu berkat seorang teman baik bernama Maulana (I miss you btw 🙂 hope all is well with you there 🙂 ). Pertemuan yang tidak direncanakan itu membuat saya kehilangan kata2. Saya cuma bilang, “Uda Fuadi, you are my biggest inspiration!”. Pengen saya peluk2 rasanya, tapi tidak saya lakukan. Malu 😶 Lagian, apa kata dunia? 😆😆 Tapi pertemuan itu walau singkat, sangat berkesan. Uda Fuadi ternyata sangat baik dan ramah. Siapa sangka dia orang terkenal? Baik, berilmu, dan ramah. Orang Minang pula (sorry, I can’t help this one! 😆)
Tahun 2016. Saya berkomunikasi dengan seseorang yang tidak biasa. Seorang yang paham ilmu agama dan menyatakan diri seorang pluralis. Ketika “iseng2” saya tanya lebaran mudik kemana, beliau bilang pulang ke Madura. Ketika saya bertanya latar belakangnya, beliau bilang pernah lama menuntut ilmu di Gontor. Siapa yang nggak tahu Gontor? Yang baca novel uda Fuadi pasti tau pesantren Gontor. Tiba2 beliau balik bertanya pada saya, “baca cerita Negeri 5 Menara, Mer?”
“Baca dong mas. Novel itu salah satu favorit saya. Saya bahkan pernah bertemu penulisnya”, jawab saya cepat. Yang di seberang sana menjawab, “Kalau begitu kamu pasti tau karakter Dulmajid, teman Alif dari Madura. Saya adalah inspirasi karakter tersebut. Saya adalah Dulmajid”. Saya nyaris nggak bisa berkata2. Buktinya ada di Youtube. Roller coaster saya ternyata sedang singgah di tempat baru. Kejutan lagi

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Girls and shopping: Confession No. 1

(@ one of favorite stores: checking a bag, thinking silently)
Eww..this bag is so ridiculous!! Who would like to use something like this? I wouldn’t!

(peeking at the price tag)
What? $38? This is a joke. I wouldn’t use the bag even if I got it for free, so ugly

(Going away..glancing at the bag one more time)
Wait a minute!! But this is Michael Kors! How could it be so cheap?

(heart pounding, curiously checking the price tag once again)
Oh noo.. it’s $338 😮

(staring hopelessly at the bag)
…Hmmm…actually this bag not so bad..
Well..it’s actually kinda cute..
..pink, I like pink!! Especially shocking pink like this..

Oh my..I wish the price is $38, I’d definitely get it 😐

(Leaving, desperately imagine that was a $38 Michael Kors’ bag she just saw)

Confession No. 1:
#Branded item could change a girl’s perspective (well at least for me 😛)
#Being objective will never be an instant action in a shopping mall (yey it’s me!!)

me:
A student (with limited budget)
A Female (with unlimited shopping wish list)
Definitely a devoted shopper 😆

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Listening to When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars

Sebagai pengingat saja, betapa waktu sangat berharga. Kita nggak akan pernah bersama selamanya. Kita nggak akan ada selamanya. “Selamanya” doesn’t exist. Berapa waktu yang kita habiskan untuk berinteraksi dengan orang2 yang kita sayangi? Dengan orang tua, kakak, adik, pasangan, teman, kerabat, sahabat? Merasakan kehadiran mereka, melihat wajah mereka, menyaksikan senyum mereka, mendengarkan cerita mereka, membuat mereka bahagia, dan merasa bahagia karenanya? Dan semua hal yang akan menjadi kenangan begitu waktu mengambil orang2 tersayang pergi berlalu? Miris aja rasanya..kadang kita terlalu dibuat sibuk dengan benda2 abadi yang nggak punya emosi. Entahlah, mungkin aku sedang kelewat sensi. Tapi jika boleh berbagi sedikit pelajaran baik yang aku suka dari hidupku dua tahun belakangan, adalah baliknya kesadaran bahwa berinteraksi dengan manusia beneran jauh lebih penting daripada membangun hubungan satu arah dengan gadget. Berinteraksi dengan manusia beneran lebih penting daripada main online games nggak karu2an, yang bikin manusia yang udah pada dasarnya selfish jadi makin selfish. Lucu kalo ngeliat ada orang2 nongkrong di mall, bukannya ngobrol satu sama lain yang ada malah sibuk dengan gadget di tangan masing2. Entah sibuk dengan medsos atau main online games. Dan ini bukan cuman hasil observasi, dulu aku juga begitu makanya tau ☺ Dan karena aku tau, aku nggak mau lagi begitu. Mungkin yang sering pergi bareng aku belakangan sedikit banyak pernah aku komplen kalo pas lagi ngumpul malah asik sendiri sama gadget. Maaf, bukan kenapa2..aku lakukan karena aku care dengan kehadiran kalian dan karena kebersamaan kita nggak selamanya, aku pengen merasakan kalian ada dan sebaliknya sebanyak yang aku bisa. Gadgets dan games akan tetap ada ketika kita udah nggak ada sekalipun, dan mereka nggak akan peduli ketika kita nggak ada. Don’t get me wrong, I love gadgets. But I love it more because it makes me closer to you even when I’m far away. I don’t like gadgets when it takes you away from me when I’m with you.. So before it’s too late and before this song becomes your anthem, maybe take a lil bit of time to contemplate?😊

Listening to When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars

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Kisah Klasik

“Tell me a love story”, he said, “a happy ending love story..”

I didn’t respond it until seconds later.

“Why?”, I asked. Confused and disoriented, full in disbelief of what just happened less in two hours before.

“Why a love story? You never ask me a story before”. He always said that I talk too much. “Chiacchierina”, he used to call me sometimes. I couldn’t help a memory rush when we were in Corpus Christi on last December. We were walking along the seaside and watching some pelicans standing along the shore with their mouths open. He said, “These birds are like you, girls. Never shut up”. Instead of got offended, I found it rather funny. I then replied, “You’re complaining that we girls never shut up, but once we stop talking you start to be freaking out and demand to know if anything goes wrong. What do you actually want??” We burst into laughter and couldn’t stop laughing for a while. It was one of our happiest moments. As he said, holiday always makes people happy 🙂

I felt he hugged me tighter, brought me back to the present.

“C’mon..I’m waiting”

“You’re the story teller” I continued, “I’m a reader. I forget the story as soon as I finished reading it, I don’t have anything in my mind right now”

“Try” he insisted, “I know you can tell me a story. But as I said it should be a nice one, a happy ending story”

I didn’t have anything in my mind. But I decided to try.

“Hmm..have you ever hear about the sun who fell in love with a leaf?”

“Leaf? What do you mean by a leaf? Are you saying the sun like ‘the sun’?” He sounded interested but confused. I can understand, we both are not native English speakers. We did mistakes here and there; my pronunciation is awful and his listening sometimes is unreliable. Plus, how could the sun fall in love with a leaf? It’s a non-sense. So I started over.

“Yes, ‘the sun’ fell in love with a leaf…a leaf who was living in a tree.” In a story, you know that personification is permissible 😛 I actually wrote the story once, but I didn’t finish it. I got the idea, started with few paragraphs then I got tired and quit. And I lost the idea, couldn’t build the plot anymore. I didn’t even remember why I wrote the story, and how I wanted it to end. I knew that something must have triggered me, as always. And when the trigger passed, I lost my ideas.

“The sun noticed the leaf when the tree was still small, with little leaves. The sun saw her, that leaf. She reflected the sunshine, she shone brighter then every other leaves the sun has ever seen. The sun started to like her, and the leaf apparently liked him too.. However they could only be together for few minutes every day.. You know that the sun has to move because of the nature. He hated leaving her but he didn’t have any choice. It happened every day; they stayed together for couple of minutes before the sun has to move again. As the time is passing by, the tree grew bigger. It has more leaves now. The lovers barely see each other again, but the both can feel each other. They don’t stop loving each other. Until one day..”

Here, I actually lost. I couldn’t remember anything from that story anymore. My story was cheap, shallow, and boring..

“Until one day?” he repeated.

“Until one day, the sun saw his beloved little leaf. Lying there on the ground, dying…”

“….?”

He was still waiting after my long pause.

“And..that’s it, end of story…”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, that’s it. Finally they met again, but the leaf was dying”

There was a moment of silent before he burst into laughter.

“But what kind of story is it?? There is no story! And remember I told you, it should be a happy ending story, not a tragedy”

I blushed, he didn’t see it. Of course, there was no light around us.

“I told you, I can’t tell you a story. I’m a reader and a writer, not a story teller”

I said again, “Actually I wrote that story”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but long time ago. I didn’t finish it, I don’t remember the details.” I confessed.

” I wrote my own story, and I don’t remember the detail. That’s how awful I am”

“Well then, you can tell me something else. Anything. It doesn’t have to be a story. You can talk about football, or whatever you like. But nothing sad. It should be something positive” I tried hard to think about something.

“Italy will win against Uruguay tomorrow” I said.

“Okay. Then?”

“Hmm..nothing else. That’s it”

“Really? You don’t have any happy thing to tell me?”

“I tried, but I couldn’t think about anything right now..”

“Well, okay then just forget it. You don’t have to tell me anything” Then there was a long silence between us. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but all the things were flashing in my head.

“Why don’t you tell me story?” I asked.

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” “Yeah..”

“Okay..I will tell you a story”

“Is it a love story? A happy ending one?” I interrupted. I was curious, what would he tells me? What did he expect to hear from me?

“It is a story. I’m hoping for a happy ending. But it is a love story”

“So”, he continued, “there was a  girl. She was a beautiful, sweet, lovely girl.. She came to the USA to study for a Master’s in Nuke, to pursue her dream. Then she met this guy, and they fell in love each other. This girl was from Indonesia”

“Where did this guy come from?” I asked, even though I knew what the answer will be.

“He was from Italy. This girl loved her boyfriend so much, and so did this guy. I can tell you that their worlds were quite different, but they were a good match. It was amazing how they can fit into each other, but they did it. They were happy together, and were looking forward to make their future together. However..like every other love stories, there were also sad moments. The moments when they argued. As I told you, they loved each other. Do you know that men and women love in different way?”

I nodded, he didn’t see it but I knew he felt it. I was absorbed in his story, sunk in my own feeling .

“Men and women love in different way, you know it. They expressed their feeling in different ways. Tonight, something happened. They were planning to walk, they enjoyed doing it. The guy was getting ready while waiting for his girlfriend to finish her prayer. Then he got a call from his friend. I must say that this friend of his has been a long problem between them. That guy has been trying to make his girlfriend understand that nothing she should be afraid of, as he loved his girlfriend and the girl, who was calling, was just a friend. Nothing happened between them. But she gave her boyfriend hard times.. Tonight, when she realized who was calling her boyfriend, she got mad and just left him without saying anything”

“She wasn’t mad!!” I couldn’t help the urge to contribute.

“Maybe she wasn’t mad, but it was obvious that she didn’t like it. She left and didn’t give the chance to her boyfriend to know where she was..”

“She didn’t want to get mad, so she escaped to clear her head up”

“She escaped, but she should have known that she shouldn’t. She should face her fear and her feeling, not hid it and tried to make everything looked normal. It wouldn’t be normal, her boyfriend will know it anyway. All she needed was just to talk to him. She didn’t even take her phone with her, how would you think that her boyfriend wouldn’t notice? She didn’t want him to find her”

“Hey boyfriend knows that she never take her phone with her while she is walking”

“Yeah, but it’s when she walked with her boyfriend, not when she was alone”

“She meant to walk for a while and come back. And she came back, to ask her boyfriend if he’s ready to walk . But everything has changed, so bad. Her boyfriend was mad at her. It never happen before..” I couldn’t help my tears from falling down again..

“He was just upset, he didn’t meant to be mad without reasons. He wanted her to understand that her act was.. childish, and it happened several times already. Why would she do that? She loved him, but she was destroying their relationship by not trusting him. That what made him sad”

“She wanted to give her boyfriend as much time and space as he needed. She didn’t want to be around and develop a feeling that she didn’t want to..” I murmured between my tears.

“Her boyfriend didn’t need time and space from her. He just wanted her to be around him, as he always did. He didn’t need anything else more than that. She didn’t need to give him what she thought he would need. Don’t you see that it was better for them to talk? She couldn’t decide something for him, and the other way around”

“And she was so proud that she didn’t try to tell him how she felt”

“She did! She tried to talk to him, but her boyfriend didn’t seem to understand!!”

“He tried, but all she told him were excuses for her disappearance for almost an hour. He stopped listening because he thought his girlfriend didn’t see what the real problem was. He wanted her to look into herself and stop hiding her feeling. Otherwise, they could never fix it. You know, when a couple wants to be together they have to be able to talk. Whether they like it or not, but it’s always better than pretending that nothing happen. It could never work”

I had to agree that he was right. I did it again, but this time was the worst L It was the worst because he was really mad, and I didn’t expect that. So many times I tried to remind myself to fight my impulse, but it only works when I’m not being emotional.

“…I’m so sorry..”

“Ssshhh..it’s okay baby..it’s okay..Would you promise me that this is gonna be the last time you run away from me?”

I nodded.

“Promise me?”
“I promise…”

“Great..And don’t worry about anything. I loved you, and I’m still loving you, not less than before. I will always do. And I need you to help me..please, please keep your promise to me”

“Thank you..”

“For what?”

“For loving me..”

I felt he was shaking, laughed silently.

“I know that maybe you don’t care, but she told me to say Hi to you”

“Hmm…”

“hahaha..oh my God, you girls!!”

“^&#^&))(&%#@@!!!”