Ceritanya gini, gue lg naik MRT dari Expo ke Tanah Merah, which is only one station. So I went inside the train, and looked around, looking for an empty seat. Waktu itu tempat duduk yg kosong ada beberapa sih emang, cuma disamping kiri-kanannya pada rame bawa koper, soalnya ini kereta emang abis dari Changi Airport. Males aja gue nyosor diantara mereka, “Dengan barang bawaan segitu banyak, bakalan ga nyaman kalo gue nyempil diantara mereka”, pikir gue.

Setelah liat-liat seat yg lain, ketemulah gue 1 seat kosong, di sebelahnya cuma babeh-babeh nenteng map doank. Legaan nih!!

Tp, seat itu reserved seat, yg biasanya selalu ada di kereta buat orang lg sakit, ibu hamil, ama manula. Secara next stop gue udah turun, dan kereta juga udah jalan, duduklah gue di reserved seat tadi. Tapi tiba-tiba, si babeh di sebelah gue nanya, “Don’t you know that this is a reserved seat??”.

I was pretty shocked.

At first, I feel amazed by this man, he has the courage to ask. People here, usually just don’t care with other people’s business. But after a few moment, I just feel annoyed, humiliated….errrhh…very unpleasant. Kesannya, berasa ga tau aturan bgt gue ditanyain gitu.

“Yes, I know”, jawab gue singkat. Anjrot, makin berasa ga tau aturan bgt gue, udah tau reserved seat masih aja didudukin. Ga mau dicap sperti itu, gue tambahin lg penjelasannya, “Look, next stop is my stop and we already on the way there, so there’ll be no new passengers who’ll need this seat. So yes, I sit on it!!”, jawab gue dengan senyum yg luar biasa dipaksakan.

Menurut gue, itu hitung-hitungan yg logis..

Betenya lg, ni babeh jawab, “Ya ya ya”, sambil buang muka ke samping, seolah-olah bilang, “Serah lo dah cui…lo mau ngejelasin ampe nungging juga gue mah bodoh amat. Nyang penting buat gue, lo duduk di reserved seat, artinya lo ga tau aturan…titik!!”.

Menurut dia, gue ga punya manner, karna dia aja yg udah tua memilih duduk di public seat, giliran gue yg gagah luar biasa malah selonong boy duduk di reserved seat.

Crap..kesel bgt gue ngeliat gaya dia ngomong “ya ya ya” td. Dude, seriously, even though I sit on public seat, when I see someone near me who need it more than I do, I’ll go to him/her and ask him/her to sit there. So don’t you dare making your own judgement on me just from that couple seconds…I’m not a jerk!!

*setelah 3 hari mikirin tulisan ini, gue sadar kalo gue juga sering prejudgement kaya’ yg dia lakuin.

all at once
i had it all
but it doesn’t mean anything
now that you’re gone

Lantunan Doesn’t Mean Anything by Alicia Keys sukses nemenin masa rileks gue di kantor sore ini. Mungkin karna gue tipikal setia, cukup satu lagu itu aja yg ada di playlist gue. Entah udah berapa kali Alicia Keys nyanyiin lagu itu di kuping gue, hmmm….spertinya dia butuh minum. Nah, berhubung ini lg santai, ga ada salahnya gue nulis sebait dua bait buah pikiran gue.

As you knew, I went back to Jakarta 2 weeks ago for 9 days. Cuti, refreshing, jalan-jalan, ketemu keluarga, melepas kangen, ketemu gebetan, whatever…call it as you want.

The next question is, why do we need to take our leave??

Gue dulu sih lebih demen cuti diganti uang aja. Karna buat gue waktu itu, uang adalah sesuatu yg secara fisik nyata. Dengan uang, gue bisa dapatkan sesuatu, as simple as that. Tapi sekarang, gue lebih memilih cuti itu diambil, seandainya-pun engga diabisin, setidaknya disimpan buat nambah jatah cuti tahun depan. Seriously….There’s something that money can’t buy.

Hasil obrolan gue dengan kolega di sini-pun juga ngehasilin pendapat yg sama bahwa cuti itu penting buat diambil. “Taking a break is also part of your job”, gitu katanya. Karna menurut dia, perusahaan itu berharap karyawannya punya pikiran yg fresh, karna mereka tahu bahwa pekerjaan itu pasti menghasilkan stress. Seberapa besar?? Tergantung se-enjoy apa pekerjaan itu buat karyawannya. Syukur-syukur kalo karyawannya punya stress threshold level yg tinggi, lah kalo yg gampang panikan, cemberutan, manyunan…habislah sudah.

Stress tadi itu, ibarat sampah yg menumpuk di emotional bin kita. Semakin banyak, semakin bau. Semakin bau, semakin ga enak. Semakin ga enak, semakin semakinlah jadinya. Makanya dengan cuti tadi, diharapkan di “empty your trash bin” lah kita.

Sekarang gimana caranya mengisi cuti yg baik dan benar?? Berdasarkan pengalaman cuti gue yg baru pertama kali, the first step is, shutdown all your communication line to your work. Hehehe, kalo buat yg ini sih rasanya susah bgt yak. Secara aja ada gitu kasus emergency, dan biasanya company-pun juga ga mau ambil resiko. “Gile luh, kalo nanti kenapa-kenapa masak gue cuma bisa manyun ampe lu selese cuti. Kan bukan elu bosnya!!”, gitu katanya. Makanya step ini optional, tergantung keihklasan aja. Tapi emang lebih baik lo standby on-call.

Setelah itu, do something. Pokoknya bikinlah kegiatan, dan jangan kegiatan tidur, itumah kewajiban kaleee (tidur bareng masih bisa masuk itungan). Bikin kek kegiatan sperti “3 days to hit my neighbor” misalnya. Atau kalau mau yg standar, jalan-jalanlah. Jangan cuma bengong plangak-plongok bego di rumah. Sayang…Hidup kan ga sekedar makan tidur kaskus doank. Kalo bisa isi dengan kegiatan yg bisa nambah pengalaman juga, bukan belajar ya. Misalkan buat yg belom pernah snorkeling, boleh juga dicoba, buat yg belom pernah camping, boleh juga dicoba, buat yg belom pernah belanjong, nahhh….usahakan jangan dicoba, tetaplah di jalan yg benar Anakku!!

Trus langkah selanjutnya, punya istirahat yg cukup 1 hari sebelum kembali kerja. Misalkan lo masuk hari Senin, diusahakan hari Minggu-nya untuk istirahat yg cukup. Jadi nanti pas balik ngantor, mukanya rada beda alias cerahan dikit (walopun lo ngisi cuti dengan liburan di Bali sambil sun bathing dari jam 11.00-14.00). Entah kenapa, kalo lo cutinya sukses, ada aja kecerahan dibalik wajah kusam mu…ceile.

Langkah terakhir, kalo bisa bawa buah tangan, jangan buah dada terlebih lagi buah zak*r. Siapa yg ga senang kalo dikasih oleh-oleh?? Waktu itu gue sendiri sempat bingung musti bawa apaan kemari, selain deterjen, shampoo, sabun, obat-obatan, ama rexona. Akhirnya setelah tanya ama bokap, dianjurkanlah gue untuk beli Dodol apa Lempuk Durian gitu. Secara katenye sih asli Betawi (emang Betawi bikin dodol/lempuk ye??)..jadi bisalah gue bangga-banggain dimari. “Hallo Mr/Ms X, this is for you. This is Dodol/Lempuk Durian, original Indonesian food. Enjoy!!”, gitulah kira-kira template gue.

Khusus buat point ke 2, ada golongan orang yg kalo liburan musti ke tempat yg belom pernah dia kunjungi, dan notabene ga boleh yg deket, ke luar negri jadi pilihan yg tepat buat mereka. Seolah-olah ada daftar checklist “daratan yg pernah gue injak” buat mereka. Dan itu bagus, ada pencapaian di sana. Cuma buat kite-kite yg duitnya ngepas ama ukuran celana, yaaaa dikondisikan aje. Kalo gue sih ga peduli gue ngider kemana. As long as I’m happy, that’s all I need. Sperti liburan gue yg barusan, planningnya sih udah kemana-mana, tapi ujung-ujungnya Bandung-Lembang. Ya ya ya…Laugh as you want, but for me, it doesn’t matter where I go, but how and with whom I spend it, are what matters most.

All at once
I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Now that you’re gone

From above,
Seems I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Since you’re gone

Dan lagu itupun benar-benar berakhir. Saatnya gue pulang…Jogging menanti..

May I have your attention please.

We are here to celebrate the marriage of our beloved friend, Gilang, with Ms. X…..Erm, I’m sorry Miss, I dont know your name. *big smile*

This guy, *pointing my finger to Gilang*, is an old friend of mine. Well, it’s all begin in 2003. I was very cute at the time. *emotionless face*. I just entered college. To me, I’m just a little boy from small village who about to start his big journey in a big city, very dramatic. In short, in New Student Orientation, I saw this man. *pointing my finger again to Gilang*. There he was, waiting for me in the corner, alone, like a cute lost little puppy, waving his tail to me. His eyes, that will make every heart melted, keep looking at me from a far, as like calling me to him. And then, I went to him and said, “Hi, I’m Riki, where’s your Mom??”. *my friend throws a glass at me*

Ehm, that’s not what actually happened. Since both of us from small village, both good looking, both sexy, both funny, and we have a common ideology, we just clicked. In just 1 week, we decide to live together, in one same roof, unfortunately in different room. *unidentified flying object was thrown at me*

As you all know, we both took IT as our major. But at the time, phiuhhh, it was like heaven and earth. I know nothing, meanwhile he seems to know everything. God is being nice to allow me to meet him, so I can learn a lot from him, making beautiful memories with him. I swear to God, Dude, if you have vag*na, I definitely will marry you right now. *I believe, a hand grenade is thrown at me*

Our journey together in college was amazing. Too many stories written. Countless of stupid things happened. I remember the way you taught me. I remember all the inside jokes, “efek radiance”, “tragedi gayung”, “dia yg namanya tak boleh disebut”. I remember all the fights we had. I remember all rounds of CS, dotA, Diablo, Age of Empire we’ve played. “affirmative”, “fire in the hole”. *njrit…gagah betul kita dulu*

I remember all of our flirts to a DVD sales. Our breakfast, lunch, dinner, sahur, buka together, you name it. Our struggles, our laughs, our cries. Maaannn….Are you sure you don’t have vag*na down there?? *a crosshair is aimed to my forehead*

And we close our college journey by burning down all of our thesis documents. What a fabulous journey!! Oh yeah, I remember when we saw a wallpaper of a park or street where the leaves are fallen, “That’s definitely a place where I’ll propose to my girlfriend”, that’s what you said. Hehehe, Ms. X, I know you didn’t get that chance.. *smirk*

After graduation, we stick to our idealism, well, actually our laziness. Untill we ran out of money and started looking for a job. Try to be a real men. And then….we separated *usher mode on*

So why don’t you go your way….

And I’ll go mine….

Live your life….

And I’ll live mine….

You went to Bali, and I was still jobless here in Jakarta. But hey, what can I say, God have a different way for us. Again, you offer me a huge opportunity which lead to where I am now. I owe you so much, bro.

Everybody, this man, *another finger pointing*, brings out the better of me.  If he can make me, which just a friend of him, better, I believe he will make the best of his family. So Lang, this is the least I could do for you, from the bottom of my heart, I pray for your happiness, may a great and wonderful journey lies upon you.

To Gilang….cheers!!! Btw, you look nice babe!!

*I’m sorry I can’t attend your wedding bro*

Sperti biasa, lg nunggu gini paling enak dibawa ngeblog. Entah kenapa buat gue airport punya aura kasih tersendiri buat dijadiin tempat ngeblog. Entah itu atmosfir perpisahannya, jalan-jalannya, kepulangannya, a new beginning nya, pokoknya, airport punya tempat istimewa di hati gue. Kekekekeke…

Humm, berhubung konsepnya liburan, seharusnya sih senang-senang. Jadwal happy-happy ke Sumbar terpaksa digagalkan karna 1 faktor dan lainnya. Tp gapapa, still have another plan, Bandung….

Ya ya ya, ngapain ke Bandung??? Bandung mah deket…Bandung mah macet…Bandung mah gitu-gitu aja lg…Bandung mah Belom Ada Judul…kekeke. Ya….tak ada rotan, akarpun jadi. Gue sih niatnya lebih ke nikmatin alam pegunungannya. Pengen bgt rasanya mengulang kenangan-kenangan seru gue dulu waktu masih muda gaul dan luar biasa perkasa. Ga ada salahnya revisiting memory toh???

Niatnya sih 3 hari….moga-moga menyenangkan. Ralat….HARUS menyenangkan.

Yak, begitulah rencana gue. Tapi ingat, manusia hanya bisa berencana, Tuhan yg mengiyakan, uang yg mengaminkan.

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Oke sekarang kita ganti topik. Baru-baru ini gue manager gue nanyain document Performance Appraisal gue. Bingunglah gue, karna bukan apa-apa, gue ga tau yg namanya Performance Appraisal. Mungkin karna gue blm pernah “lama” disatu perusahaan kali ya?? Jadi pas ditanyain yg barusan gue jadi bingung sendiri.

Menurut pemahaman gue, Performance Appraisal itu sperti review ttg kinerja kita yg ujung-ujungnya bakal berdampak sistemik ke duit yg bakal kita terima. Gitulah, mungkin sih salah. Anyway, ketika gue diminta ngisi form-nya, gue jadi bingung sendiri. Ditanya lah gue “Gue selama ini kerja ngapain aja?”

Hum, asli loh, gue pas ditanya gitu jadi bingung. Bukan karna gue selama ini ga ngerjain apa-apa, bukan juga karna selama ini gue ngerjain terlalu banyak hal sampe sebutin satu aja musti bertapa dulu, purely karna gue ga ingat. Gue ga ingat detail kerjaan apa aja yg oernah gue kerjain. Bah!!iday

Ujung-ujungnya, gue buka lah Trac project yg sedang gue handle. Disitu gue bisa ngeliat tiket-tiket apa aja yg pernah gue kerjain. Cuma ya itu, terlalu detail dan technical. Beruntung gue seorang blogger, gemar mengarung luas samudra menerjang ombak tiada takut menempuh badai sudah biasa, mengaranglah gue. Sebenarnya ga gitu-gitu ngarang bgt sih, cuma dikit.

Intinya, pelajarang yg gue ambil, CATAT & KATEGORIKAN selama ini lo ngapain aja kerjanya. Jadi one day kalo hal sperti ini kejadian ama lo, tinggal buka contekan, copy-paste deh.

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Ahh, sudalah…meracau gue jadinya. Intinya, have a safe flight and a nice holiday!!

MAAKKKK…AKU PULAAANNNGGGGG!!!!

I’m sorry to leave you such a mess. I was hoping I can organize things more as a gift for your welcoming party. But hey, what can I say, he’s the boss. When he says no, he’ll do no. Yeah I know, sometimes, he can be such a jerk, especially lately, he can be such a pain in the ass, but mostly, he is a nice guy. He’s funny, sometimes doing some stupid things, asking weird questions.

So here I am writing you some notes, hints and wishes. I personally hope that your 1 year journey with him will be such a journey, coz that is what he gave to me.

About his job, hmm, this is the best part of my journey with him. And compare with the 23rd’s journey, it still trending up. I don’t know if he earns it or he’s just damn lucky. But I personally like to keep it as lucky. I don’t like to see him feeling so proud of him self. Well, I’ve seen him pretty narcissistic before and it kinda funny for other things, but for his job, I’d like to keep him humble. Remember attitude is very important!! “Sky upon sky”, that’ll do the trick.

His health is quite good, even though he ate more Mister Potato lately (start reducing it ok). He does sport more than ever, 2-3 times a week. His braces is getting more and more annoying, I think it’s time for you to remove it. The only downside is his far-sighted, it’s getting worse. Maybe you can try contact lens. Well, I was pretty afraid with that thing, but I don’t know about you. And one more thing, be patient while he’s eating. It may takes longer, and there’s nothing you can do about that. Just bear with it..And please take a good care of his hair.

He stops reading book. We both know that book is the window to the world. By stop reading it, means stop seeing the world. I understand he’s been so busy lately. He put his everything on his works, so no time for it. But please explain to him that he needs to keep reading book. No matter what. And you know, the book is not has to be a technical one. You should broaden his knowledge. Ask him to buy books out of his common topic. Heck, you can ask him to buy cooking/parenting/feng-shui books, anything. And don’t forget to force him, yeah, I repeat, force him to read it afterwards.

Ask him to improve his English. I don’t see any significant improvement on this side. He’s still having problem understanding other people conversation, and the other way around, he’s still having problem telling other people about what he means. The good thing is we start to remove the english subtitle while watching tv-series for the last 3 months. Even though it’s hard, but…he’ll make it. Keep doing this ok. And his pronunciation  still sounds funny. Maybe try to teach his tongue to do more acrobatic maneuver or eat more cheese. I heard that will do the trick..kekeke

He is financially stable. We did a pretty good job on this one. He is aware of his expenses. He understands the difference between what he wants and what he needs. Well, the iPhone is exceptional, and…….Mister Potato..kekekeke. But overall, we did good. But I wonder if you could find out more about financial planning. Reducing your expense is one thing, increasing your income is another thing, but making a financial planning is something. Especially about his plan on taking master degree, you should start allocating for it. I really hope he’ll make it on that one.

About love…ah, there’s nothing much I can tell. Because my journey is less romantic compare with the 23rd’s journey. But I do hoping you can put this one in your work plan, “find someone for him”. He has that much love inside him. A woman once told me that he was once a romantic guy. He knows how treat a woman, he can make such a beautiful poem, caring for her so gently and for all of his pureness acts, he really makes her smile and wondering if he could be the one. But that is what the 23rd told me, I never saw him that way. Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to see it by yourself. Bu no rush anyway..hahaha

Do more refreshing activity!! In weekend, force him to go out. Force him to visit a new place. Do not let him sleeping all day long again. Ask him to grab his camera and vamoose to somewhere….anywhere. Or going to cinema with friends. Do not download all that new box office movies via torrent again. Feel the vibe in cinema dude!! Or try that Mexican taco!! Just….be more creative about this ok!!

He sometimes feels confused about his life. Wondering whether this is the right path for him or not, try to find out what is his meaning to all of this. Sometimes he feels so lonely in his darkest time, but the good thing, he doesn’t do anything stupid. In fact, he doesn’t do anything at all. He just that. I’m not hoping you can make it stop, but I do hope you could reduce the period length. Or sometimes he just can not decide, afraid to take a wrong decision. I’ve taught him to accept that wrong decision and do some learning from it for the future, but maybe you can do better about that. And for God’s sake, just use a coin if one day you can’t help him decide. And try to make his life balance!! I honestly don’t know how to do it, because I’m a “to-gain-something-you-must-loose-something” kind of guy. Just do your best on this one. And please do teach him how to let go…

Last thing, could you please be more strict to him about his prayer time?? Lately, he’s been taking this things lightly. Please tell him that he should be thanking Him more than ever for all the kindness and opportunities that He gave. Oh yeah, could you find out more about Him?? Because lately, he’s been asking things about Him that I can’t answer. Maybe you can read more book about this. Give him that understanding, so he can consciously aware about who He is and why He asks for it.

Finally, keep him save, healthy and happy.  Have a wonderful journey and please kindly send my warmest regards to the 26th.

Sincerely yours,

The 24th.

Sebelumnya gue mau cerita dikit, gue di sini tinggal dengan keluarga Malay-Singaporean, keluarganya Mr. Jufry. He has 1 son and 2 daughters, the oldest one is the son, and also his wife, Mrs. Wardah, ooo, she is such a nice person, very nice indeed. *thanx for the free food Mam*

Anyway, before I go any further, this is not a funny story. I might tell somepart of it in funny way, but as a matter of fact, when it happens, no way I can laugh.

So in short, Mr. Jufry got cancer, stage 4. I remember that night when his wife told me. It was 11 something at night, but Mrs. Wardah knocked my door and said that she brought food from someone wedding party, Mutton Briyani, and it’s not good if we reject someone kindness right??? God will be mad at us. *smirk*

So there I was, sitting together with Mrs. Wardah at the kitchen…eating.

And suddenly, I kinda forget how, then she told me Mr. Jufry got cancer, stage 4. I was very surprised, I mean literally surprised. I stop eating, and I can’t even swallow my food at the time. We just sit there, doing nothing for awhile, until Mrs. Wardah continues her story. But from her calm face…….no, from her emotionless face, I can see the pain screaming through her eyes…out loud!!

But somehow, Mr. Jufry looks just fine, like a normal person. I will never know that he has cancer if Mrs. Wardah never told me that. He’s still working, still walking, still watching football, still eating durian, and hell, he’s still smoking. So I was a little bit confused at that time.

Anyway, a week before 25th April, Mrs. Wardah told me that they will have somekind ceremony, Marhaban for Mr. Jufry, more like “pengajian” to us. So they’ll invite some Majelis for praying, and after that, of course, eating…again!!

So at 24th April, the house became quite hectic. Other families were coming to help Mrs. Wardah, most of them are women. They were busy cooking. My nose is kinda hurt by the smell anyway. So mostly, at that day, I just slept in my room until 4, then went out until 9.

And when I got back, I saw Mr. Jufry kinda pale. He’s just laying on the floor, doing nothing. And he looked different. Anyhow, I went to sleep at 11 something, almost midnight. And, when I was about to sleep, I hear his youngest daughter screaming, “BAPAK JATUH, BAPAK JATUH!!”

Asli gue kaget. Gue langsung keluar kamar, walopun masih rada sempoyongan. Ternyata, anaknya teriak dari dalam kamar Mr. Jufry. Gue masuk ke dalam, dan ngeliat Mr. Jufry udah ga sadarkan diri. Tangannya mengepal, spertinya kram. Bola matanya putih total. Kakinya melipat. Dan badannya kejang-kejang.

Ga lama setelah itu, Mrs. Wardah masuk, anak-anak masuk, tante, mbak dan entah siapapun itu juga masuk ke kamar. Tiba-tiba ruangan 3x4meter itu jd penuh dengan hawa panik. “Riki, tolong Bapak!! Tolong Bapak!!”, kata Mrs. Wardah panik. Berbekal pengalaman gue nonton House MD & Grey’s Anatomy, gue coba lurusin dulu badannya, coba sanggah kepalanya, dan…..susah bgt. It is not as easy as it looks, with the pressure, oooo, the scream, we just don’t know what to do.

Suddenly, I remember to call paramedic. So I asked his son to call the hospital. The weird thing is, after he dialled the number, he gave the phone to me and with that look, the look of “Ok, now you talk to them!!”. “Ok…..he’s panic!!”, that’s all I can think about.

When  I heard “hello” from the other side, I asked for ambulance. Then she, -the operator is a she-, asked me what happened, then I told her, “I don’t know. Maybe stroke!!”. Then she asked where the address is, and somehow, I forgot where I lived. I only remember the building number, 218. I don’t know which street, which floor and which number. So I looked for his son again, and gave him his phone again. “Tell them the address!!”, I said.

Udah itu gue balik ke dalam kamar dan ngeliat Mrs. Wardah lagi megang tangan Mr. Jufry. I can see Mr. Jufry in such pain. I can see his pants getting wet. And when I think about “Maybe he’s going to die”, his mother, I don’t know from which side, is Mr. Jufry’s mom or Mrs. Wardah’s mom, told us to whisper Syahadat to Mr. Jufry.

Jadilah gue & Mrs. Wardah ngebacain Syahadat. Trus gue panggil anak-anaknya buat duduk di dekat Mr. Jufry. Just in case that this is his last time. Saat kita semua lagi pada sibuk begituan, tiba-tiba datang tetangganya. Gue ga tau siapa namanya. Tapi dia juga ngelakuin hal yg sama, dia usap-usap kepala Mr. Jufry sambil nyebut “Allah….Allah….Allah”.

He is going to die!! He is going to die!! I keep screaming it in my mind. I can see clearly his face in such pain. I can hear him speak randomly. And I can see him moving around, left and right, shaking. “Sperti inikah sakaratul maut??”, tanya gue dalam hati..it is SCARY!!!

Setelah  hampir 10 menit, paramedic datang. Mereka langsung ambil sampel darah, cek denyut jantung, trus ngobrol ama Mrs. Wardah. Waktu itu gue langsung ke kamar ganti baju. Entah kenapa juga gue ganti baju, tapi yg pasti waktu gue mikir kalo kita semua bakal ke RS dan ga mungkin gue ke RS pake baju ginian. Selese gue ganti baju, gue bareng paramedic ngegotong Mr. Jufry ke lantai 6 (kita di lantai 5), biar dia bisa dibawa turun naik lift dari lantai 6.

Setelah gue sampai ke lantai 6, gue turun lagi ke lantai 5, trus ketemu Mrs. Wardah, dan dia bilang, “Riki kamu temani Bapak ke hospital”. Ok, prediksi gue benar soal ke rumah sakit, tapi salah total kalo ttg gue yg nemanin Mr. Jufry di ambulance ke RS. Kebetulan di situ ada anaknya, gue minta ambilin HP gue, -yes my beloved iPhone-, di kamar. Setelah itu, gue langsung lari-lari turun tangga ke bawah ke mobil ambulance.

Ga lama, setelah gue sampai di bawah, rombongan paramedic + Mr. Jufry juga datang. Mereka langsung bawa Mr. Jufry masuk, trus Mrs. Wardah datang dan ngasih map + dompet + sandal Mr. Jufry. Yes, sandal!! I can’t stop thinking about it, why SANDAL?? Anyway, trus Mrs. Wardah bilang, “Disana sudah ada keluarga yg menunggu. Ini medical record + dompet Bapak. Mungkin nanti butuh. Ibu nanti dengan yg lain menyusul”.

Dan gue pun duduk di ambulance di sebelah supir menuju Changi Hospital. Sedikit bangga karna nambah 1 lagi pengalaman first time gue, naik ambulance. *nepok-nepok dada*

Di perjalanan paramedic nanyain gue ttg apa yg terjadi. Gue bilang dia jatuh & selama ini punya cancer. Trus si paramedic nanya lagi ttg penyakit cancernya. Sampe di situ, gue bingung. Pengetahuan gue ttg penyakit cancer Mr. Jufry minim abis. Pas gue bilang ga tau, paramedicnya malah bingung. “How come you don’t know??”, tanyanya.

“I don’t know. I’m just his tenant!!”, jawab gue. “You are his what??”, tanya paramedic balik. “I’m not his family. I’m just his tenant. I’m living at his house!!”, jawab gue balik. Mendengar jawaban gue, sontak mereka pada kaget. Trus cuma bisa diam. Dalam hati mungkin mereka mikir, “Lah mas, kok malah ente yg dimari, nape kaga keluargenye??”….mungkin.

Sesampainya di Changi Hospital, di sana udah ada abangnya Mr. Jufry, Mr. Abudullah. I met this guy before. So we run to emergency room together, well, only until in front of emergency room exactly. After that, the paramedic asked us to fill the registration form. Setelah 5 menit, dokternya keluar, trus bilang kalo Mr. Jufry udah sadar and he is looking for his wife. I told her that his wife is on her way. So I sent Mrs. Wardah a message, telling her that her husband is awake and looking for her.

10 menit setelahnya Mrs. Wardah datang bareng keluarga yg lain. Tiba-tiba suasana di depan pintu masuk ER jadi rame. Semua pengen tau keadaan Mr. Jufry. Trus Mrs. Wardah masuk ke dalam, 5 menit kemudian balik dan bilang ke kita, “Bapak sudah sadar. Bapak pesan apapun yg terjadi, Marhaban besok tetap harus dilanjutkan.”…. *speechless*

Akhirnya, pagi itu, jam 2, gue pulang dianterin anggota keluarga yg lain. Sesampainya di rumah, gue cuci muka, masuk kamar, kunci pintu, duduk di samping tempat tidur, trus merhatiin tangan + kaki gue yg gemetar. “What a night!!”, bisik gue dalam hati.

*Update: Mr. Jufry udah balik dari RS. Kata dokter cancer-nya mulai spreading ke otak. Mungkin bakal di laser biar ga spread lebih jauh. 3 hari setelahnya gue liat Mr. Jufry udah makan durian di dapur. Hehehe… Semoga Mr. Jufry diberi kesembuhan oleh Allah SWT, kalaupun itu terlalu muluk-muluk, setidaknya semoga dimudahkan jalannya. Amin…

Gue capek baca berita Century, Sri Mulyani, Gayus, Susno, Miranda, Nunun, Syahril Djohan dll. But still, itu masih lebih baik daripada nonton sinetron Indonesia produksi Ram Punbabi Punjabi. Rakyatpun terbius dengan drama berita ini, asik menebak-nebak alur cerita, kasak-kusuk bikin hipotesa masing-masing, ditambah pula dengan media masa yg giat ngebentuk opini publik. And suddenly, WE are the show.

Belakangan, kalo gue liat koran-koran disini, ada kata “Indonesia” dijudulnya. Gue denger radio, ada kata “Indonesia” diawal pengumumannya. Yeah, our nation, Indonesia. But sadly to say, not in a good way.

Sampai akhirnya gue baca berita tentang Jupe & Maria Eva. Dahi gue mengerut, serasa ga percaya. Keyword “Jupe” langsung gue ketik di mesin pencari memory otak gue. Dan top resultnya, “Koleksi foto sexy Jupe”. Giliran keyword “Maria Eva”, top resultnya, “Video Maria Eva ngesex + Yahya Zaini”. “Tuhkan bener, mereka yg itu!!”, respon gue.

Kalo gue boleh nyalahin, gue bakal nyalahin PAN. Partai yg gue kagumi karna ada salah seorang tokoh Muhammadiyah dibelakangnya, Amien Rais. Gue sempat kecewa waktu dia gagal terpilih jadi presiden waktu jaman gue kuliah. Padahal gue suka banget liat orang politik-akademik maju memimpin bangsa ini, poster kampanyenya juga seru, “The chosen one”. Tapi lagi-lagi uang berbicara waktu masa kampanye.

Selepas kepemimpinan dia, PAN berubah jadi Partai Artis Nasional. Strateginya pun brilian, “Ngapain capek-capek memperkenalkan tokoh politik ke masyarakat dari nol, kalo masyarakat udah pada kenal artis-artis di sinetron-sinetronnya Ram Punbabi Punjabi? Mereka aja yg kita jadiin tokoh politik. Tinggal tambahin slogan peduli rakyat kecil, memajukan pendidikan, kalo perlu world-peace sekalian!”. Dan latah artis jadi politikus-pun mewabah..

I can’t say that all of them were not good enough. In fact, they might be better than me in some other ways. But to lead our country?? Our people?? I say, we really need to think about it again.

Dan ketika gejolak mempertanyakan kemampuan artis itu muncul, pihak terpojok langsung membalikkan keadaaan dengan pertanyaan pamungkas, “Bukankah tiap warga negara Indonesia itu punya hak untuk berpolitik??”. Pinter banget nyari celahnya. Dan sayangnya, di negara kita Indonesia ini, yg sangat menjunjung demokrasi, well, lebih tepatnya over demokrasi ala lebay-nya, dimana demokrasi dianggap kebebasan, tumbuh suburlah benih itu.

Gue ketawa waktu baca pernyataan Maria Eva ketika ditanya ttg masalah pengetatan syarat calon dalam pilkada:

“Omongan itu tidak ada dasarnya, semua warga negara mempunyai hak yang sama baik itu pelacur sekalipun untuk apapun.”

Atau tentang Jupe yg dengan naifnya berharap bahwa citranya di mata publik langsung berubah, *finger-snapped* instantly hanya dengan ngomong:

“Berubah dalam pakaian, lebih tertutup, harus bisa menempatkan diri, harus lebih hati-hati dalam bicara. Sekarang harus menjadi cermin dan contoh.”

Eleuh-eleuh…..Siapa yg ngajarin ngomong Neng??

Okelah, gini aja. Gue ubah cara gue menyampaikan pendapat gue ttg kasus di atas. Kira-kira pertanyaan-pertanyaan seperti ini yg bakal diajuin dengan penganut paham over demokrasi ala lebay-nya Indonesia.

Bukankah tiap warga negara Indonesia itu punya hak politik??

Oh tentu punya. Betul sekali pernyataan Maria Eva bahwa pelacurpun juga punya hak. Tapi jangan lupa, hak seperti apa yg kita bicarakan disini. Hak untuk ikut pemilu?? Pasti. Hak untuk mengajukan pendapat?? Sudah tentu. Tapi untuk memimpin bangsa ini?? Engga semua orang punya hak untuk itu. Bahkan, kalo menurut gue, itu adalah privilege, you need to earn it. Not just by some stupid fools, knocking at your door saying, “Hey look, we have a spot for you to be our leader. How about that??”. Lihat betapa ksatrianya politikus-politikus luar negri yg langsung berhenti ketika terlibat affair (even though they are stupid enough to be involved in the first place). Kalo disini, justru kebalikannya, udah tidur dengan laki orang, sekarang nyalon!!

Jadi menurut lo artis ga cocok di politik??

A true artist, will live in art-world, not politic-world. Ngapain lo jadi artis kalo mau ngurusin politik. Apa lo ga nyadar, lo itu cuma menang di faktor nampang di tivi doank!! Contoh gampangnya gini lah, perusahaan lo buka lowongan pekerjaan, posisinya accountant. Lo lebih milih lulusan STAN apa IKJ?? Mereka sama-sama fresh graduates. Pengalaman di lapangan juga nihil. Tapi lowongan itu lebih cocok untuk lulusan STAN. Ga ada jaminan nanti dimasa depan, si STAN akan lebih baik performance-nya dibanding si IKJ. Tapi karna si STAN udah dibekali dengan ilmu yg tepat, rasanya pilihan yg tepat untuk memilih si STAN. Pertanyaannya, bekal artis apa selain jago sandiwara??

Jadi artis ga boleh masuk politik?

Tentu boleh. Masuklah ke partai. Belajarlah disana. Aktiflah di dalamnya. Buktikan kalau emang lo mampu. Mulailah dengan langkah kecil, bertahap menuju yg besar. And when the time is right, and you are in the right moment, then it will be yours. Bukan langsung melangkah besar dan baru belajar setelahnya. Itu dungu namanya!! Jangan lupa Bung, ada hajat hidup orang banyak yg terlibat di dalamnya. Apa lo siap bertanggung jawab terhadap orang-orang yg lo pimpin?? Apa lo mampu mikul tanggung jawab sebesar itu?? Apa lo punya pengalaman sebelumnya?? Kalo jawabannya engga, tolak-lah. Jangan jadi orang yg tanpa lo sadari justru menzolimi orang lain.

Trus lo kira pemimpin-pemimpin kita sekarang ini lebih baik dibanding kalangan artis??

Gue ga bilang bahwa kita bakal lebih hancur kalo dipimpin ama politikus artis. Gue setuju bgt bahwa sekaranglah saatnya perubahan. Tapi sekali lagi gue ingatkan, ini bukan permainan komputer yg ada menu “play-again”-nya. Kita ga bisa coba-coba disini. Ada nasib jutaan orang yg bergantung didalamnya. Untuk itulah kita butuh pemimpin yg benar-benar bisa memimpin. Dari mana kita bisa tau bahwa dia bisa memimpin?? Lihat track-recordnya. Ibarat lowongan tadi, seandainya si IKJ punya track-record yg bagus di bidang accounting sebelumnya, mungkin akan lain ceritanya. Sekarang kita tinggal liat, mana yg punya track-record lebih baik.

Yap itu aja dulu. Semoga bangsa kita bisa lebih mencermati kondisi sekarang ini. Dan ditengah hiruk-pikuknya bangsa ini, gue bener-bener berharap kita akan lebih baik. It always gets worse before it gets better..

Buat Jupe & Maria Eva, walopun gue ga setuju lo nyalon, bukan berarti koleksi lo gue apus.

Buat orang-orang partai yg cukup tolol untuk tidak mempersiapkan kadernya untuk memimpin, udah saatnya lo mundur dan beri kesempatan buat yg lebih mampu.

Buat orang-orang yg setuju Jupe & Maria Eva nyalon, selamat man. Sedikit banyak lo ikut bertanggung jawab di dalamnya, kalo seandainya banyak orang menderita setelahnya. Tapi kalau seandainya ternyata lebih baik, mungkin ada baiknya lo buka yayasan “From Artist To Leader”. Sapa tau lo bisa nemu calon-calon lainnya.

Gue bukan orang yg gampang akrab dengan orang lain, flamboyan, ato supel. I choose my own friends, and trust me I don’t have alot of them. Well, you can see my Friend list at Facebook, but I guarantee, I knew only a few of them. Gue juga bukan orang yg bisa langsung berbaur dengan lingkungan, langsung kenalan, make a funny joke or something else. Setidaknya, gue belom jadi orang sperti itu.

Rumus sederhananya,

if ketemu > 2:
    try:
        kenalan()
    except:
        pass

As simple as that. Tapi, yg namanya rumus, pasti ada pengecualian….rasanya kalo buat yg itu lo udah pada tau ceritanya yg mana.

Ok gue lanjutin ceritanya, belakangan gue sering jogging di taman deket rumah. Di situ ada jogging track-nya plus peralatan olah raga sederhana. Dulu diawal-awal, gue bareng temen gue sering jogging di sana. Tapi karna kesibukan yg makin menjadi, akhirnya tinggal gue aja yg masih jogging di sana.

Di sana, gue sering merhatiin orang-orang yg jogging. Mulai dari orang Jepang, India, Chinese, Malay ampe Western juga ada. Secara prinsip orang di sini, yg setau gue ya, mind-your-own-business, aktifitas gue ya cuma sekedar olah raga. Datang, warming-up, jogging, work-out, cooling down, trus pulang. Yaaahhh, paling duduk-duduk di bench, sambil ngeliatin orang jogging ato baca tweets.

Sampe satu ketika, pas gue lg duduk-duduk nyante, di sebelah gue ada bapak-bapak yg sering gue liat work-out di sana. He’s a malay Singaporean. Agak ragu buat gue ngajak kenalan, secara bisa aja ni bapak jutek mampus. Tp secara dia udah masuk dalam rumus kenalan gue, akhirnya gue berdiri, jalan ke bench tempat dia duduk, trus sodorin tangan, “Hi..I’m Riki..”, sapa gue.

Akhirnya kita ngobrol-ngobrol. Btw, namanya Jo, ermm….mungkin Joe,  dan ternyata ni orang ramah bgt. Dan anehnya, dia ingat temen gue yg kemarin-kemarin ikut jogging bareng di sana, “Where’s your other friend??”, tanya dia. Prang….patahlah prinsip orang disini yg gue aminin dari kemaren. Not everyone is a mind-your-own-business kind of person.

Dan setelah gue perhatiin lebih lanjut, ternyata dia banyak kenal dengan orang-orang yg jogging di sana. Mulai dari yg muda ampe yg udah bangkotan juga dia kenal. Dan dari dia, gue juga baru tau ternyata juga ada orang Indo yg jogging di sini.

Trus gue tanya, “How do you know all these people??”. Trus dia ketawa, dan bilang, “Just say ‘hi’, don’t be so arrogant.”. Jleb jleb jleb…

Ke-3 kalinya gue ketemu dengan dia, dia mulai ngasih tips ttg cara work-out yg bener, in fact, plenty of them. Dan dari situ, dia kenalin dengan orang-orang yg dia kenal yg kebetulan lg di sekitaran kita. Ada cewe architect, ibu rumah tangga, suster, guru dll. And it turns out, one of them is a maid from Indonesia. Yeab, PRT, namanya Ida. Mbak Ida ini, gue bisa bilang lucu. Setau gue dia orang Jawa, logatnya masih kerasa medok-nya, tp ngotot pake loe-gue ama gue karna berasa sama sama dari Jakarta. Akhirnya malam itu, gue ketawa-ketawa di sana.

Dari dia juga, gue baru tau ternyata banyak penggemar band Indonesia di sini, salah satunya Wali. Gue sendiri waktu itu ga mudeng band Wali yg mana. Ampe akhirnya dia puterin lagunya yg dia simpan di hape dan ibu kos gue juga muter lagu yg sama pagi-pagi, gue baru percaya ternyata emang banyak penggemarnya.

In short, gue jadi nyadar, kalo aja waktu itu gue ga nyodorin tangan bilang “Hi, I’m Riki..”, mungkin ampe sekarang gue masih ngelakuin rutinitas yg sama dengan kadar yg benar-benar sama. Cuma datang, warming-up, jogging, work-out, cooling down, trus pulang. It’s amazing to see how a simple thing like that can affect your life.

Sampai disini, gue jadi teringat cewe yg sering papasan ama gue di jembatan penyebrangan deket Wisma Dharmala. Hahaha, jadi ketawa ingat gimana gue pagi-pagi ngepas-ngepasin berangkat dari kosan biar bisa papasan ama dia di jembatan penyebrangan. Tapi sampe akhirnya gue berangkat kemari, gue ga punya nyali buat bilang, “Hi, I’m Riki”…

Yeah, akhirnya gue jalan-jalan juga. Berkat anjuran Mas Mige dari 3 minggu lalu, gue bareng temen kantor, Joash & Rendy sepakat buat pergi ke tempat ini. Konon katanya, ini kampung terakhir yg ada di SG. Secara SG umumnya maju dan techy, rasanya bakalan aneh ngeliat anjing ga dirante seliweran, ato kedai yg gubuk bgt dan jalan setapak. Lumayan lah buat ngelepas stress, ngirup udara yg lebih segar dan pastinya narsis.

* Warning, heavy loading images

Dimana sih Pulau Ubin?? Pulau Ubin itu letaknya di arah timur SG, deket perbatasan dengan Malaysia. Untuk kesana, gue musti ke Changi Village dulu. Ga ada transportasi darat dari Changi Village kesana. Mau ga mau, gue musti naik bumboat. Apa itu bumboat?? Kata wiki, “Bumboat is a small boat used to ferry supplies to ships moored away from the shore”. Biasanya, bumboat diisi ama 12 penumpang, dan tarifnya SG$2.5/orang. Dari Changi Village ke Pulau Ubin makan waktu sekitar 10 mnt.

Sesampainya di sana, gue langsung nyewa sepeda. Well, sebenarnya bisa aja ga nyewa sepeda, tapi rasanya gue ga bakal kuat ngider-ngider pulau jalan kaki. Harga sewa sepedanya SG$10. Mungkin bisa lebih murah, mungkin bisa lebih mahal. Soalnya gue ga liat-liat ke tempat lain dulu. Bawaannya pengen langsung nge-gowes. Jam pemakaiannya buat seharian. Dan eksplorasi pun dimulai…

Eit, tapi tunggu dulu, namanya orang Indonesia mah, dimana-mana perut jadi urusan nomor 1. Isi ‘bensin’ dulu lah ya…