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HOLIDAY VAN JAVA (complete story)

that was the first time i stepped my foots on the Java's land..
do u know how interesting it was ? haha :D
well, come to my memories on here .. !!
it began when my mother's friends wanted to go home (bandung).. so, my mother asked me to follow her to see her friend back... then i agreed to go n started the adventure on Java -,-

Sunday, April 17th 2011, at 8 a.m, my mother, her friends named "aunt mila" (she is bandungnese) n i arrived in Soe-Hatt airport, jakarta.. when we were walking to the baggage of West Borneo's flight.. we realised that one of aunt mila's bag got left in supadio airport in West Borneo..directly, we went to our flight lost item service.. they called their network at supadio airport.. after 15 minutes, the bag had found..aunt mila looked calm when she heard that 'cause the contains of the bag was very very very important :Dhaha, embressed if u know the contains ( tiiiiittt) -,-
the bag would be sent on the next flight from West Borneo, take off at 1 p.m n landed about 2 p.m so we had to wait about 6 hours... so bored n really tired, u know ? hmm,, while we were waiting, we ate at the cafe n got sleep (esspecially me) haha :D what a fauckin' embressed ! 6 hours had been passed, n "the lost items service" called us by phone for telling us about the bag had arrived at Soe-Hatt airport..

at about 2.30 p.m we had continued our destiny to bandung, esspecially Cimahi destination..we departed by Prima Jasa bus in 3 hours to Bandung..
hmm, in my intention, i wanted to enjoy the views on the way, but without realised i was slept about 2 hours, when i woke up, it almost arrived to bandung in an hour more.. without through the least, i really enjoy the views..the nature was so natural, so beautiful, that's why i felt so confortable over there...

after 3 hours on the way, we arrived at Prima Jasa's term. n continued the trip to Cimahi by Taxi (from western of Bandung to eastern of Bandung) about half an hour..

Finally, we arrived to aunt mila's house at Penembakan st, Cimahi ...wkwkwk :D it was an army base camp... infront of aunt mila's house is a place for musketry of army.. wow wonderful ! :D

but, actually it wasn't the end, it was begining !

when i arrived at aunt mila's house..the atmosphere is totally different with pontianak.. each of us were given a glass of hot tea by one of aunt mila's family 'cause it was really cold.. ggrrrr....!!

then 'cause of i felt unconfortable on my body, felt sticky...i took a bath, but for the first time, i used hot water.. i couldn't use cold water because the water, u know ? it was terrible cold, is like an iced water :D

after finished... i ate with all the aunt mila's families.. then, i went bed early.. n woke up at about 5 a.m..
but, i couldn't get up, i was looking for a jacket n added blanket again... what a cold it was !at about 9 a.m.. i got up from my bed n went out from my bedroom.. when i opened the door...
GEE !! there was a little dog barked in front of me.. i got a shock.. i screamed n slammed the door hardly...
all the poeple at the house were suprised...
i said "HELP....!!"
then, the owner of the dog took it away... i felt better.. haha :Dunbelievable ! it was foolish 'cause when i screamed, so did the dog...but the voice is very different :D wkwkwkwk (absolutely)
when i wanted to take a bath at about 12 p.m (after the water wasn't cold anymore, but not too much different), i didn't meet the dog in the house.. it was being caged in the owner's bedroom...haha :D how pity !

i walked to the bathroom calmly..


then i watched television till in the evening at about 4.30 p.m my mother asked me to go with her n aunt mila to the market..(market ?? i thought it was similar with pontianaknese saying.. market is a ugly, bad, n smelly place where contains the vegetables, fishes, meats, chickens, etc.. but, the meaning of market is a Shopping Centre)without any praperation, i wear sport short, t-shirt, n a jacket.. can u imagine how my performance was looked like ??i realised it when we almost arrived at Cimahi Mall..
my mother, aunt mila n i went to mall by public transportation.. huhu :( for the first time again after all the time without public transportation...
haha, it's ok ! no one know me over there, just be confident, the important one, i was looked good looking on face (haha, narcissistic) but bad looking under the face -,-

haha, with my confidence..i walked at the mall relaxly with a sweetest smile of mine.. (kidding)nothing i bought.. my mother n aunt mila bought some foods only..the mall was closed at about 9 p.mso we had to home at 9 p.m ..yaya -,- the second day hadn't been atteractive yet..

the third day in Cimahi, april 19th, 2011 i felt bored at house without any activities that i did, my mom told me to go arround in the complex.. but i knew, i would be bored if i did it, so aunt mila got an idea for hanging out to the Cimahi's City.. it was looked good but not funtastic... we departed from aunt mila's house at about 3 p.m by public transportation n went arround Cimahi City by foot.. what a large region ! without planned at house before, suddenly we agreed to continue our trip to Bandung City by public transportation..
at about 20 minutes, we arrived at Bandung City, we walked arround by foot..
bandung is a big city, so that made my feet be helpless exhaustion.. haha :D

but it was a nice experiece for surrounding Bandung city by foot..
in every interesting store according to my mother, she called at to see any stuff, but bought nothing !
n then, my mom remembered that her friend in west borneo ordered a bag, so immediately we went to elizabeth store to looked for the ordering... my mom was confuse which one is the best 'cause so many bags are good...
i helped her (although just gave some opinions) ...

then, 'cause i really bored, nothing i did, i just saw my mom was seeking the bag n said "yeah, that's good, this's nice, that's excellent, this's beautiful" .. suddenly, i got an idea, u know what ?
without considered anything, i mean, there were many people over there, i took out my phone n opened the camera n took some pictures of mine within theme "House of Bags".. haha :D

after that, i went upstair n found some bags for teenagers, i chose one of waist bag for me n bought a lady's bag for my friend...
after paid at the cashier, we went out from the store, our stomach were singing, so we called at beside elizabeth store which sold some foods n drinks, i ate "yamien n fruits soup"... those were delicious..

after that, we walked again on the sidewalk, but suddenly my mom got loss on the conversation among aunt mila, my mom, n i when we were walking..directly, aunt mila n i looked back, unbelieveable... hahaha :D
do u know what happend to my mother !!!!!!!!!!!
she fell down into the gutter, she didn't see her step when she was walking, haha :D although her right foot only. fortunately, the gutter was dry without dirty water inside..
'cause of my mom's act, aunt mila n I couln't resist for laughing :D

well.........
we kept continue the trip for surrounding Bandung's city...
n then we walked through the Asia Afrika st... n then called at the shoes store, n the last we went to "alun-alun"...

after that, about 9 p.m went home to aunt mila's house in Cimahi by public transportation..

what a long trip ! so tired but pleased ! unforgetable ...


that was the forth day in Cimahi, april 20th, 2011, aunt mila phoned her friend name aunt tati picked us up at aunt mila's house..
at about 10 a.m, aunt tati came to aunt mila's house to accompanied us for visiting some tourisms in Bandung..
we departed from aunt mila's house at about 11 p.m by aunt tati's car, the weather was nice when we departed, but suddenly the rain fell down heavily...
oh, damn ! it broke our plan, but we still continued our journey..
actually we wanted to go to lembang at tangkuban perahu for the first. 'cause of rain, we headed to subang at sari ater..
when we were on the way, the rain stopped for a few minutes. it gave us an opurtunity to took some pictures of ours n views.
at about 12 p.m, we stopped the car at the stall on banks of mountain, there were some tea gardens n tea plantation farmers..
i took some pictures over there, so pleased n excited, u know ?
the rain fell down in sudden, yayayyaa :D as similar -,- (the rain always broke the fun atmosphere)
but, i could take some good views n pictures of mine. then we ate roasted corns, grilled bananas, n hot coffee milks together while took a rest at the stall..
there were other people stopped for shaltering from the rain, the cold weather were getting cold over time..

Gee !
after enjoy the dishes, at about 1.15 p.m, we departed for cintunuing the journey, about an hour we arrived to the hot spring, sari ater, subang.
we bought some tickets to got in. then, we looked for the suitable pool among some pools of warm water..
actually, we wanted to sit at one of the cottage near the bathing pool where we were. but, we had to pay Rp100.000,- for occupying..
we disagreed, so we just sat at the park desk, unconfortable ! but it was forced :D

hmm, i plunged into the hot bathing pool n submerged all of my bodies, it felt really confortalbe..
when i was standing under the cascade (small waterfall), i felt there was something in the cascade, i mean, the energy of the hot water masseged my shoulders..
at about an hour, i rinsed at the toilet with normal water, i had done.
then, i took some pictures of mine..

 

#after bathing

after that, we departed to the next plan to tangkuban perahu because the rain had stopped.
at 4 p.m, we arrived at tankuban perahu..
the smell wasn't good, so stinky ! maybe 'cause of the sulfur of vulcanic crater.
i learned to ride the horse, it wasn't too difficult but neither too easy..
n finally, i could ride the horse easily, but not at the speed of high level..




after that, the unforgettable one was taking some pictures :D

'cause of the fog was getting blanketed the air, so the operator suggested the visitors to empty the place at 5 p.m..
i had an hour only for enjoying the tourism..
haha :D what a pity ! but i had enjoyed it..

at 5 p.m, we went home immediately to Cimahi, about 2 hours, we called at the aunt tati's house first before home..
we were having talk to aunt tati's families, then i met a girl (not beautiful, but she has a feeling to me)
hahahhahaa :D
after that, about 9 p.m, we had just arrived at home..

those were a great journey !


it began on aunt tati's planning to escorted her son to the school camp at Katumiri park...
first, i thought i would be boring, 'cause we just accompanied them..

actually, her son had alreary departed by bus with his friends on school group's bus...
so, aunt tati, mysterious girl, aunt mila, my mom, n i went for seeing her son did some activities over there..
about 10.30 a.m we departed from aunt mila's house n arrived at about 12 p.m..
after arrived to the camp, we rested on the terrace of small inn there n saw some kids who were playing on the park, etc..

i was bored, for reducing my boredom, i walked arround the park, n i saw a creek which was oppressed between two mountains...suddenly, i got an idea to explored the situation under the footmountains..
i permitted to my mom, she said i had to be accompanied by the mysterious girl..
GEE !! hahaha :D

i asked her to accompany me down to the foot of the mountain, n she agreed...
yaya :D nice idea from my mom, 'cause she could be my photographer :D

(the real adventure of me in java land is on here !!)

actually, the mysterious gril is a aunt tati's baby sitter, but .... (in the end of the story)

when i stepped my first step, i felt something would happen..but, i didn't care...

i went down to the foot of the mountain about 1,5 km..(far enough) ^_^
but i loved adventure..
so, i did it sincerely :D but not for the girl named SITI :D i saw her looked little tired, but when i asked her, she said "no, i'm good"haha, yaya :D i continued the adventure...




after 20 minutes on the way, i arrived at bridge which were made by bamboo, i asked her to take my pict..
suddenly, i felt that i heard a dog's voice.
i said to her "do u hear that ?"
"yes, i do.. it's a fog's voice" she said..

without cared anything..we continued till arrived to the river beside the cliff of the mountain..
i wanted to take a bath there, haha :D the water was clear, the air was fresh, n the views was terrible so really very beautiful...
no time without taking pictures.. :D
i didn't want to passed n wasted my time carelessly...

when we arrived at the end of the creek, there was a cascade which connecting the creek with the river...
so nice, but little spoocy... !!

when siti n i were walking back to the camp, siti was phoned by her friend, n she said to her friend that she was walking down to the foot of mountain with his boyfriend (GOD, DAMN !!) :D
i was suprised -,-
i said " why do u talk it to ur friend ?"..
she said "it's ok, i just lie to her"
i couldn't say anything, just walked n be quite T.T

suddenly, siti found another bridge which directed to the camp n closer..
so, siti suggested to pass that way..
actually, i refused.. but finally, i agreed...

i heard the voice but rather vague..
siti said "it is fog n cow"
i said "it's dog"
she said "no ! trust me"

when we passed the bridge, n climbed the mountain, we found a house n a cowshed..
n then siti said "cow, isn't it ?"

i still didn't believe 'cause i believed that i was listening a dog's voice..
i walked behind siti..

when we were getting closer to the house, SUDDENLY .......

WOWOWOW :D
a big dog appeared in sudden, i ran immediately without cared that siti were screaming 'cause she was closer with the dog than me...
siti ran slowly, but me !!!i ran as fast as i could, haha :D when i almost got into the creek, so i jumped n my legs got into the mud then my slipper broke off..

when i felt the dog was far enough, i stopped n sat on the ground.. then siti came with the pale face n the sweat everywhere on her body...
haha :D so did i..!!

fortunately, i brought a bottle of water, so we shared 50:50 (romantic !! WOW -,- nonono)

haha,our clothes were wet.. 'cause of my slipper broke off, so i carried it n walk back to the camp without slipper n with a sweaty clothe n mudy legs...

when i arrived to the camp, my mom n the others asked us what the hell happened...
i was shy to tell them..
when i told them, they loughed uproariously :D

that was an embressed n bad experience, but that was the most exciting adventure...
i explored about 2 n a half hours...

after that, i ate under the big tree on the top of the mountain, i could see bandung city from there..

we went home at about 3 p.m n arrived 4.30 p.m...

saturday, april 22th, 2011 ..
2 days more for having back to Pontianak, my mother gave me some money to buy some stuff, accompanied by aunt mila's brother, i surrounded the city of bandung by motorcycle ..
in fact, bandung city's air isn't clean anymore, so many vehicles from other town come to bandung, moreover saturday n sunday ...
congestion everywhere .. hah !! rather angry ..
i bought a t-shirt, a shirt, a tie, shoes n a bag .. after shopping my mom called me n told that she was at her friend's house, not far with train station .. i got to my mother at her friend's house ..
her friend is a family who had ever stay at mempawah, beside my house .. they have a girl n two boys, one of the boy has similar age with me, he is started be my friend when my mom n his mom had fruit of body. we saparated when we were still as a baby ..
when i melt him, i didn't know his name or anything 'bout him ...
n then my mom intructed me to know each others .. not only him, i didn't recognize all the mambers of his family, 'cause they left borneo when i still didn't understand anything..
at their house, we ate together n i slept for a few minutes .. (so tired, u know ! -,-)
about 4 p.m we went to shopping centre at Ciwalk Mall n having a dinner ..
n then at about 8 p.m we got back to Cimahi ...
nice to see them, know each others .. hope to see all of u again guys, next time ..

sunday, april 23th, 2011 ..
there were nothing i did anymore, no destination again ..
my mom went to neighbours
arround aunt mila's house for telling them that we had to home to Pontianak tomorrow ..
i just cut my hair at the salon, it was a little sister of tante mila's salon ..
her cutting is good ! :D
so sad for leaving that land.. but it must ..

but when the night light was coming .. my mom was called by his old best friend named Uncle Asehan ..
he is a president director of some companies in some provinces in indonesia ..
wow, amezing !!
Uncle Asehan invited my mom to call on first to Bekasi ..
my mom asked me whether i agree or not .. actually i didn't agree 'cause i had to school at tuesday, i didn't wanna leave that day due of i've absent at Monday ..
but, i saw my mom really hope to see her friend after a long times no see about 30 years, so i agreed to go Bekasi for a day ..

april 24th, 2011, Monday morning, aunt tati picked us up n carried us to the Cipaganti travelling, aunt mila also followed  ..
we did a travelling to Bekasi for some hours .. in the middle of journey, we took a rest at the stoppage, n had some drinks ..

we were gonna stay at Horison Hotel, all the costs are assured by Uncle Asehan, included our plane ticket to go home ..
when we arrived to the hotel, we waited for someone who were assigned by Uncle Asehan to manage the administrations..
after a long time, finally he arrived with a familiar reason "interfarence" ..
then, we entered to the bedroom, then i slept for a while .. n then walked to see the hotel's condition..
when i up to fifth floor, i saw there was a swimming pool over there, so i prepared to take a bath to the swimming pool ..

in the evening about 4 p.m, Uncle Asehan came .. when he came, my mom n he were embracing ..
then, we went to the Metropolitan Mall beside the hotel ..
at 6 p.m after dinner, we went back to the hotel n had a conversation at the bedroom, i was given some advices by Uncle Asehan about how to be like him ..
he told a story 'bout him, when he was child, he was clever n always number one at class ..
but he life within a simplicity, didn't demand anyting 'cause actually his parents was a seller of fried bananas, fried cassavas, n candied cucumbers..
but, he always never gave up to the life, he always tried to be better ..
n now, he's able to stand on similar level with all the high officials, n the key is just confident n always try ..

at 7 p.m Uncle Asehan had to get back 'cause of busness with a client, he said ..
aunt mila, my mom, n i continued the journey at Bekasi ..

Tuesday, april 25th, 2011, we woke up early for having breakfast in the dining room ..
after that about 7 a.m, we departed to the airport to go home to Pontianak ...

huft -,- i really didn't wanna leave Java .. haha :D
'cause of interfarence, we arrived to the airport at 10 a.m, but the plane was delayed till 11.45 a.m ..

when till 11.45 a.m, we had to take off from Jakarta ...

"i'll never forget those experiences, very funtastic .. haha :D i hope i'll go there next time not only for holiday, but also for study there ^_^, hopefully !!"

Harapan

Di masa mudaku, kuingin sekali mengubah duniaku menjadi apa yang aku dan semua orang inginkan. Saat usiaku bertambah dengan seiring bergulirnya waktu, disaat aku tak dapat mengubah duniaku dengan jangkauanku yang tak seluas anganku, aku berpikir untuk mempersempit cakupan keinginanku dalam menggantinya dengan keinginan untuk mengubah negaraku. Segala usaha yang kulakukan tampaknya sia-sia, aku tak dapat mengubah negeriku karena masih terlalu luas bagiku. Kemudian, saat aku semakin bertambah desawa, kucoba untuk mempersempitnya dengan menggantikannya pada mengubah daerah tempat tinggalku, tapi apa masih terlalu sulit bagiku untuk mengubahnya. Saat usiaku yang tak terbilang muda lagi, aku berpikiran untuk mengubah hanya keluargaku yang hanya terhitung dalam hitungan jari. Tetapi aku masih tidak dapat menyatupadukan tujuanku pada keluargaku.

Tak ada hasil sedikitpun yang dapat kuubah berkat keinginanku yang terlalu sulit untuk dicapai dengan berangan-angan dan berobsesi tinggi.

Dan kini, di usia tuaku, disaat aku tak dapat lagi menaungi semua visiku, aku baru berpikir untuk mengubah diriku sendiri dan tiba-tiba tercantum sebuah pertanyaan dalam pikiranku "Mengapa tak dari dulu kuubah diriku sendiri ?".

Apabila dulu saat usia mudaku kugunakan dengan baik untuk mengubah diriku sendiri menjadi suatu individu yang baik, mungkin setelah itu aku dapat mengubah keluargaku dan menginspirasi orang lain di Daerahku dan dapat mengubah daerah tempat tinggalku. Bahkan kelak ku bisa mengubah negeriku dan tidak menutup kemungkinan kudapat mengubah duniaku.

Tetapi, hidup adalah sebuah titisan sang ilahi yang berbentuk dan berjalan sesuai skenario kehidupan yang penuh dengan misteri. Penyesalan selalu datang terlambat, maka UBAHLAH DIRI ANDA MULAI SEJAK DINI, KELAK PERUBAHAN ITU AKAN MEMBUAHKAN HASIL YANG MANIS UNTUK KEHIDUPAN.

TRAGEDI SEPTEMBER 2002

Dulu, 5 september 1995 adalah tanggal dimana seorang ibu mempertaruhkan nyawanya untuk melahirkan seorang bayi. Saat bayi kecil itu lahir, ibu dan ayah dari bayi tersebut sangat senang telah mendapat anugerah terindah bagi mereka. Mereka mulai berdiskusi untuk mencari nama yang tepat untuk bayi kecil tersebut. Akhirnya, mereka menemukan nama yang tepat untuk buah hati itu, yaitu mas ariandi kurniawan. Itulah aku !
Hari demi hari, tak terasa bayi kecil itu telah menjadi lebih besar. Ketika umurku 6 tahun, tepatnya pada tanggal 3 september 2002 menjelang ulang tahunku, ayahku menderita penyakit yang telah didiagnosa sebagai rematik yang telah menyerang seluruh sendi dan tulang pada tubuh. Akan tetapi, ditemukannya lagi penyakit lain, yaitu komplikasi obat-obatan yang terlalu banyak dikonsumsi dengan jenis yang berbeda-beda. Hal itu menyebabkan rusak dan tidak berfungsinya hati dikarenakan pecahnya empedu sehingga tak ada lagi organ yang menawar racun dan racun-racun tersebar ke seluruh bagian tubuh. Penyakit tersebut ditemukan oleh seorang dokter di rumah sakit soedarso pontianak.
Pada tanggal 4 september 2002, saat aku terbangun pagi-pagi dari tidurku, tubuhku tersentak dan tiba-tiba berkata “apa itu ?”. Ternyata, ada sebuah selang yang dimasukkan melalui lubang hidung ayahku guna untuk mengeluarkan racun yang tak tertampung lagi oleh tubuh ayahku. Terlihat cairan hijau yang tercampur dengan kotoran-kotoran hitam dari sisi ampas obat-obatan dan jamu-jamuan yang tak dapat lagi dinetralisir oleh hati ayahku. Ku melihat betapa tegarnya ibuku dalam menghadapi kepedihan ini. Beliau bertahan dan memberi semangat kepada pria yang ia cintai yang tergeletak tak berdaya dihadapannya untuk bertahan hidup demi keutuhan keluarga kami. Ayahku tersenyum dan masih berusaha untuk bercanda kepada kami anaknya walau ia merasa sakit yang aku sendiri tak bisa untuk membayangkannya.
“hore …!!!”, hari yang kunanti-nantikan, yakni tanggal 5 september 2002, hari ulang tahunku yang ke-7 yang hendak kurayakan di rumah sakit soedarso itu bersama ayah, ibu, kakak laki-laki, dan kakak perempuanku, dan tentunya bersama pasien lain disana.
“hei, hari ini ulang tahun kamu kan ?“ tanya ayahku.
“ya, boleh aku merayakannya ?“ tanyaku padanya.
“boleh, tapi tidak hari ini tepatnya, sebaiknya hari minggu saja tanggal 8“ ayahku menyarankan demikian.
“kenapa harus minggu ?!“ aku meronta-ronta dan tetap menginginkan hari itu.
Lalu dengan suara yang sendu, ia berkata “hari minggu selain hari libur, ada kado spesial pada hari tersebut, serta semua keluarga akan datang kesini“
Tapi dengan anehnya, aku percaya dan menunggu lagi kedatangan hari minggu untuk perayaan ulang tahunku.
Pada hari selanjutnya, tanggal 6 sepetember 2002, dokter terus menerus melakukan pemeriksaan keadaan ayahku yang semakin memburuk, namun ayahku tetap berjuang untuk bertahan dari rintihan tangis agar tetap terlihat tegar di depan istri dan anaknya. Ayahku mulai tak ingin menatap ibuku dan anaknya, mungkin ia tak sanggup melihat rautan kesedihan pada kami.
Keesokan harinya, ayah semakin menampakkan perubahan sikapnya dengan tak ingin menatap wajah ibuku dan anaknya walau sedang bicara, melainkan arah dinding yang ia lihat. Ibuku teringat omongan dari teman-temannya tentang apabila seseorang yang mengalami sakit keras tak mau melihat mata dan wajah orang lain, itu adalah tanda-tanda kepergian olehnya. Apalagi jika pada saat orang yang sakit menatap dinding dan membuat tulisan dengan menggunakan jari, maka tanda itu semakin kuat. Tapi saat itu, ayahku tak melakukan penulisan pada dinding.
Pada malam hari tanggal 7 september 2002, ada seorang bapak-bapak yang juga dianggap sebagai ayah angkat oleh ayahku datang menjengguk bersama istrinya. Ayah angkat ayahku itu kerap dipanggil dengan panggilan mbah nardi. Mbah nardi datang dan ingin sekali memeluk ayahku. Pada saat itu, ibuku berdiri disamping pasien lain yang berada dikamar ayahku. Pasien itu sedang tertidur. Mbah nardi mengira pasien itu adalah ayahku, tiba-tiba “ha..ha..ha..ha..ha..ha..!!!“ terucap nada tertawa dari mulut kakak-kakakku dan tentunya juga aku. Ternyata mbah nardi salah peluk orang, yang dipeluknya bukan lah ayahku, melainkan pasien yang sedang tertidur. Tapi anehnya, ayahku yang juga melihat itu semua tidak sedikit pun mengukir senyuman di wajahnya. Saat mbah nardi mengajaknya bicara, ayahku menghadap ke arah dinding dan ketakutan terjadi, ayahku menggerakkan jarinya dan membuat tulisan-tulisan. Dengan tersentak ibuku bergumam dalam hati “ya allah ya tuhanku, janganlah engkau membuat mitos itu jadi kenyataan“. Saat mbah nardi pulang, ibuku bertanya kepada ayahku apakah ia baik-baik saja. Ayah berkata dengan pelan nan syahdu “semua akan baik-baik saja“.
Minggu, 8 september 2002, hari yang dijanjikan ayahku untuk perayaan ulang tahunku. Saat aku bangun, aku disuruh ibuku untuk pulang ke rumah kakakku yang di pontianak untuk mandi dan berpakaian rapi. Saat aku tiba lagi di rumah sakit, dari kejauhan aku melihat kakak laki-lakiku duduk dengan menundukkan kepalanya sambil menangis didepan pintu kamar, tempat ayahku dirawat.
“ada apa, bang ?“ aku bertanya kepada kakak laki-lakiku.
“coba kamu lihat di dalam“ kata kakak laki-lakiku sambil menunjuk ke arah kamar.
Aku terkejut dan bingung, yang kulihat adalah ibuku yang sedang menangis dan sebuah tabung oksigen besar untuk membantu pernapasan ayahku. Tanpa disadari tetesan air mataku turun berlinang di pipiku.
Saat terdengar adzan dzuhur, ayahku yang sebenarnya sulit untuk mengeluarkan suara, memaksakan diri untuk mengumandangkan seruan adzan sebatas suara yang dapat ia keluarkan. Suasana haru itu tak dapat ditahan lagi, air mata kami menetes lebih deras. Setelah selesai mengumandangkan adzan, terucap oleh paman ibuku yang kebetulan juga hadir pada hari itu “innalillahi wainnaillahi raji’un“. Kami merasa tertekan dan tanpa dapat menampung kesedihan itu, tangisan histeris keluar dengan dipacu oleh adrenalin yang kuat. Ibu dan kakak perempuanku menangis tapi tak histeris, serta kakak laki-lakiku menangis dalam diam tanpa suara. Inginku teriak dan berkata kepada allah “ya allah..kembalikan ia, aku tak ingin menjadi anak yatim“.

Kemudian, tiba-tiba semua keluarga dari mempawah datang menjenguk, dan tentunya nenekku, ibu dari ayahku datang. Tapi sayangnya, ia tak dapat melihat anaknya dalam keadaan bernapas untuk yang terakhir kalinya. Nenekku dan keluarga lainnya ikut serta dalam penyumbangan paduan suara tangisan itu. Kami satu per satu memeluknya dan menciumnya untuk yang terakhir, sebelum jasadnya tak dapat lagi kami lihat. Ketika ku menatap wajahnya dan memegang hidungnya, yang dapat kulihat dan kurasakan hanyalah wajah bersih tanpa ekspresi dan tak bernapas.
Ketika jenazah ayahku dibawa pulang ke mempawah, kulihat ribuan orang datang untuk memberikan karangan bunga dan ucapan berduka.
Keesokan harinya, pada tanggal 9 september 2002, pemakaman ayahku dilakukan, aku tak sanggup untuk pergi ke upacara itu.
Sekarang, aku masih bertanya-tanya tentang kado spesial yang akan diberikan oleh ayahku yang masih misterius wujudnya bagiku. Terkadang aku berpikir “mungkinkah hadiah itu adalah tetesan air mata dan bukan ucapan selamat ulang tahun melainkan ucapan belasungkawa pada perayaan ulang tahun kecil-kecilanku itu ?“. Hal itu masih menjadi tanda tanya besar pada diriku.

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