Celoteh Wulan: Mbah vs. Mama

“Mbah, boleh nggak kalo Wulan manggil embah Mama? Boleh ya?”

“Rumah Mbah kotor ya… Berantakan…” Hahaha.

Berbisik, “Mbak Itoh sama mas Arip itu tinggi siapa sih?” Kepo deh mau tahu aja! Arip itu anaknya pak dhe, secara silsilah dipanggil mas tapi masih kelas 1 SMP tapi ya itu dia, lebih tinggi. Perasaan semua sepupu udah pada tinggi-tinggi padahal yang lahir duluan siapa yang lebih gedhe siapa.

Ibu, Isna, Wulan @rumah mbah

Polos. Haru. Wulan. Pintar. Sama seperti kakaknya, Wulan, Satria itu unyu dan cerdas. Cita-citanya ingin jadi superhero, ingin jadi arjuna dan tentara. Heroic banget ya. Kalau kak Wulan maunya jadi dokter. Aamiin sayang.

Entah apa yang dirasakan gadis cilik seperti Wulan setiap kali ia terbangun dan tidak dapatinya sang mama. Sepasang kakek nenek yang sudah renta kini menjadi teman hidupnya. Tiba-tiba hidupnya begitu saja berubah di usianya yang baru 7 tahun. Dunia yang asing mungkin. Setiap kali ada yang berkunjung atau teman seusianya yang ia temukan, ia girang bukan kepalang. Anak kecil oh anak kecil. Ketika 18 tahun pergi jauh setahun saja banyak cultural shock dan self crisis yang saya hadapi, bagaimana dengan Wulan? Berkali-kali dia memandingkan jika kami di Dumai, dst… Sepertinya ia rindu pada mama, papa, dan Satria dan kehidupan di Dumai. Sabar ya Nak.

Waktu itu saya bingung mau ngado apa buat aqiqah Satria. Sejak lahir sampai usianya 3 tahun, baru sekali ini Satria balik kampung. Rasanya cepat sekali mereka datang untuk pulang lalu seketika sudah pergi lagi jauh sekali. Saya berpikir untuk memberikan sesuatu yang dia suka tapi bermanfaat. Apa ya? Kata teman, bagus dibelikan kostum tentara-tentaraan. Ah iya, tapi yah dia udah punya yang begituan. Mungkin mainan tembak-tembakan dan outfit tentara yang lain. Akhirnya, kebetulan juga lagi cari buku buat kado nikahan teman, saya iseng mampir ke rak buku anak-anak. Well, saya memang suka main ke rak anak-anak. Entah kenapa.. Ya, saya selalu ingat saya selalu ingin beli buku tapi tidak mudah memang minta dibelikan buku selain buku pelajaran jaman kecil dulu. Kalau mau buku cerita harus nabung dan diam-diam belinya haha. Bacanya juga diam-diam. Di balik buku teks ada novel. Nakal ya.

Buku anak-anak sekarang makin kreatif. Ada pop up book, ada karangan anak-anak sendiri. Kece badailah. Ali Muakhir, salah satu penulis buku dongeng anak-anak yang bukunya berkualitas. Kalau bingung, bisa tuh bukunya Ali Muakhir is highly recommended tapi itu untuk anak usia SD yang sudah belajar membaca. Dulu jaman SD, saya suka main ke pondokan Khad. Ngapain? Pinjem buku dong.. Ga modal ya.. Sejak mengenal Khad dan keluarganya saya mengerti bahwa di balik cadar ada kelembutan, ketulusan, dan kebaikan. Ya, we love each other because we are similar, we learn from each other because we are different. Dont judge people by its cover. Yang berpakaian fundamentalis, yang berpakaian bebas, yang mau seperti apa penampilannya, bukanlah kita menilai dari penampilannya melainkan hati seseorang. Allah doesn’t look at your appearance or possession, instead He looks at your heart. Hmm kemana-mana banget ini cerita. Intinya rak anak-anak itu membuat nostalgia masa kanak-kanak dengan serial Qipty, Enid Blyton, dan lain-lainnya.

In the end, akhirnya nemu buku bergambar yang gambarnya macam-macam superheroes dan buku bergambar profesi ada dokter dll. Perfecto! They are the best for Wulan and Satria.

Dari Simfoni Raya hingga My Way

Life has been treating me well. At least, that now I had a little sore throat meanwhile my dad has got a really bad cough. I hope it won’t get worse.

We had a little birthday for a little girl born in Riau, Wulan. She has just moved by herself. Well, she needs some adjustment. But, she is brave enough. However, if I were the parents I would not let her be miles away home at this early age, 7 years old.

Anyway, thanks to annual reports for being good friends. I think my supervisor is right. This research would make your eyes become literally “jereng”. No, please don’t. Myopia has hurt these eyes so much. No more please.

I live with letters and numbers. But, I can’t live without pictures and sounds.

Here is a little stuff I do after all this exhausting report analysis.
Some of the voice are the sore throat version and all had failed ending..
Anyway, it is still worth mind refreshing.

Simfoni Raya Indonesia-Acapella
My Way-Frank Sinatra

https://soundcloud.com/nurismanajma/my-way-frank-sinatra-1

Have a good life.

Bandara: Auld Lang Syne

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Life Journal

Bandara. Selalu ada cerita di bandara. Di balik kerumunan. Manusia lalu lalang. Di antara keramaian dan kesyahduan yang selalu dapat kau ciptakan di ujung-ujung bandara. Soekarno Hatta, Changi, Frankfurt, Ninoy, Denver, Walla Walla, dan tempat-tempat menakjubkan lainnya yang semoga suatu ketika tersampaikan ke sana. Pada setiap kepergian dan kedatangan. Pada setiap kenangan. Meski tak kau temui siapa-siapa. Selalu ada kenangan dan cerita yang tersimpan. Di bandara. Aku ingin terbang di udara. Maukah kau terbang bersamaku?

Untuk kedua kalinya ke bandara tanpa menemukan siapa-siapa. Tetap bahagia. Terlalu banyak cerita dan berbagai rasa tentang bandara di manapun di berbagai belahan dunia.

Ini bukan yang pertama ke bandara tanpa bertemu siapa-siapa. Yang pertama adalah saat ingin mengantar Bu Mien. Karena informasi telat dibuka, sesampainya di bandara, Bu Mien sudah di ruangan isolasi. Apa kabar Bu Mien? Kapan saya bisa belajar berbicara ya? Kemampuan komunikasi publik saya semakin hari semakin parah karena lebih banyak berhadapan dengan tulisan yang tak bisa diajak bicara. Dan, yang kedua, hari ini, ketika ingin mengantar Nadia eh, ternyata salah sangka bukan jam setengah 8 pagi tapi setangah 8 malam. Selamat jalan kawan. Allahumajreha.

Bahagia di bandara. Seperti ada semangat untuk berkelana. Bandara, bawalah aku terbang di udara. Kan kuajak ibu, bapak, dan semua orang tercinta terbang bersamaku di udara. Love is in the air. Merasakan kekuasaan Tuhan begitu dekat.

Should auld acquintance be forgotten for the say of auld lang syne… A song and poetry by Sottish poet, Robert Burns. (Forgive this broken French and awkward accent)..

KMGP The Movie; Ekspresi Cinta dan Kepedulian di Layar Lebar

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KMGP Kisah yang Menginspirasi Banyak Orang

“Ketika Mas Gagah Pergi menginspirasi saya sebagai remaja saat itu dan membuat saya jadi pribadi yang lebih peduli pada sekitar serta lebih mencintai Islam. Kisah ini abadi dan mampu mengubah banyak pembacanya menjadi lebih baik,” (Asma Nadia)

Pernyataan penulis bestseller Asma Nadia tak jauh berbeda dari Habiburahman el Shirazy, penulis novel Ayat-Ayat Cinta. Bahkan penulis yang populer dipanggil Kang Abik ini mengusulkan agar Kementrian Pendidikan dan Kebudayaan memasukkan buku Ketika Mas Gagah Pergi ke perpustakaan sekolah-sekolah dan universitas untuk membangun karakter pemuda Indonesia.

Lain lagi menurut Nursyda Syam. KMGP yang ia baca bertahun lalu, telah menempanya menjelma pribadi yang bukan saja peduli,bahkan membuatnya menjadi inisiator serta penggerak di berbagai kegiatan kemasyarakatan, di wilayahnya: Lombok Timur. “Cerita yang tak pernah bisa saya lupakan, terus menyemangati saya untuk berbuat hingga hari ini,” tuturnya. Nursyda bahkan meraih berbagai penghargaan nasional, termasuk SCTV Award 2015 atas perannya sebagai…

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In Randomness, Would We Share Goodness?

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Life Journal, reflections

Dear all,
It has been a while since the last time I wrote here. My life rhythm has changed for some reasons. I work really hard to keep up the pace. Hopefully.

Especially, dear Pingit Ceria,

It has been almost half of the year we keep ‘wandering’ around, where have we gone? Are we wasting time for something wasteful? Whither then will we go?

It is quite dark outside. I am in the midst of a really ‘noisy’ convenience store in such early morning after fajr. The office is certainly closed until perhaps 8.30 or 9 am. So, I immersed myself in my unfinished stuff before it really opens. But, the broken speaker filled in the room with such broken voices that really destruct my peace of mind hehe. I let my headset save me and start living my own life.

Those questions in the opening are some thoughts that popped up in my mind. I fell asleep for few minutes and hoped that I was in a wonderland. But, the truth is I am all around with the multiple files of papers ready for editing and hundreds of pages of the annual reports that seem to be neverending to me. Hey I know I can end this beautifully, yes, really really soon, hopefully. Pray for me, please. Writing this random thought is kind of my runaway activity to a refreshing mind. I hope you guys don’t mind that I am writing this randomly. Just say, a dedication for those who think others, who are passionate about doing goodness, who teach me many things from handling emotions until realizing dreams. Especially for Monic, who decided to take  another journey and that we have missed you at the time of your flight. I feel bad for that. And soon, Nadia who will travel to another part of the world, the country of windmills. May this random be something I can only send you before leaving abroad hehe. Also, Ali, who is suddenly “trapped” in a bunch of people who perhaps haven’t really met, worked, or ever shared anything together before. Thank you all for having yourself an intention for this random thought yet on a way to a meaningful one. There isn’t much we can take so far. But, a learner is someone who could learn any simple thing in life as a lesson, right?

It all started from a random note I posted on facebook. Forgive my randomness. Here is my quite randomness:

Rolling the eyes from the screen to the stack of papers, switching from the microsoft word, microsoft excel, social media, blog, tumblr, and line. All over and over. A wandering mind again.

Sometimes good idea came across at this critical situation. And keep asking why life has come so dull lately. Bingo, I have just found a good idea, a good name for something fun like The Cheerful Pen School (Sekolah Pena Ceria). It could be better than that. “The Love Project”. The Love Project is an abbreviation of Literacy Outreach Initiative Project. Have you ever imagined reading stories to children in the mall, airport, shopping centers, or other public places? I think it would be fun! Anyone is interested in it? Anyone would like to join in the team and make it happen? Just drop me a message. Let’s discuss and act. At the end, I was stumbled upon and somehow moved by the visionary words of this CEO from the Hult Prize video of vision…

“…I imagine the world where there is no differentiation between social and business where doing good and doing well are things that we just do because it’s the right thing to do…” Ahmad Ashkar-CEO of Hult Prize

It was the first time in my life that I called for teammates randomly with a hope of finding the true sense of doing things, of dreaming things, of turning peculiar things into meaningful ones. I mean doing things because we want to do those things as we find that we could see the same meaning of a thing that we make it meaningful because we all think that things that are meaningful are little things that we start (ngomong apasih Isnak). The point is I want it to be that you really want to do it even if it is a little thing you do. There are so many people who are excited and appreciate my random thought. But the ones who really made the move are you hehe.

The old saying goes, a big leap starts from a little step. Those little steps, the milestones that we are taking on any ways, are what we have accomplished. I am so thankful for meeting you all. We haven’t accomplished anything. Yet, accomplishment means differently for different people. Learning itself is something to celebrate, to be thankful for. It perhaps sounds too dramatic or melancholy. Yet, I want to tell you that even if there hasn’t much we got, I am still thankful for having you shared your thoughts, feelings, spirit, values, and perhaps, it is going to be a long story to write about what we learnt from all the people we have meet along the way. Especially I learn how to cope with new people, and how hard to settle from zero with the fact that we have not known each other well. But, we made this decision to make something meaningful oh well can we say meaningful or perhaps meaningless? I did learn simple thing of how baper I am as you guys said. I am trying not to be baper here. But, whatever hehe.

Honestly I am at the stage of this emotional feeling that I feel like I could not go on, it is something too good to be true. Yet, I would not expect anything back anymore. Whatever we can do, just do. Wherever we are, we can do something. This time makes a dejavu feeling as well. It reminds me several years ago, I left home for the first time. I left an unfinished research project on junk food with my teammates, Sony and Hendri. I owed these two good friends with the fact I still kept all the data in my personal research book. Haha I even made that kind of book, a little green agenda book. It was hard to live a new life and our past at the same time. Indeed, we have gathered all the data and I made records in my personal research book. I really wish that we could continue working on the data even if it was not easy. But you know what, perhaps life isn’t as easy as I thought. We live in different life. We could not expect others. The only one to count is ourselves. Now, at this moment, I can say that am not the one who leave, instead, the first to be left (lebay mode on). I wouldn’t expect that we could make it together to realize the dreams because I really don’t know where all these are gonna take us. But, we can still do little by little. I can’t guarantee much but let it just flow. I am not sure if I am good at this field in Pingit. But, the simple thing I can do is to share what I have learnt with you. And I am so glad that I found people like you all. Thanks for being such inspirations to me. My beloved mentor, Bu Wulan said, there are just many important things in life, go find what is important for you, and go for it, really go for it. Besides, there is my favorite quote, ’What essential is invisible to the eye’, by Antoine de Saint Exupery. The essential thing of the fact that we might not be able to handle things together is to keep sharing and moving forward on our little steps in anyways we can. I know, there is something to be learned along the way, in any way we decided to take, either good or bad. And I will miss having people I can share with, people who can move me to do something meaningful. Thank you for being there. I hope that we can still share no matter where.

P.S.: Please write for people here while you are in the wonderland. Take us with your story! I will hopefully share my journey as well even if it sounds ordinary. I know you guys are great writers, I am a blog walker, hehe. I can’t wait to read your story hehe.

Just another random story,

Isna