Friday, March 04, 2016

"Mama"

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Sudah jadi rahasia umum bahwa saya kurang bisa bersosialisasi dengan anak-anak. Apa lagi dengan anak yang usianya di bawah 8 tahun. Mungkin bukan nggak bisa, tapi saya-nya yang nggak mau. Kenapa? Karena mereka belum bisa dibilangin; mereka belum tentu duduk sekali pun diminta duduk oleh Ibu-nya. Kira-kira kondisi semacam itu lah yang bikin saya malas dekat dengan anak-anak.

Akhir tahun 2015 akhirnya saya memutuskan untuk melawan rasa malas saya berdekatan dengan anak kecil. Saya mulai dengan menjadi relawan SabangMerauke. Saya sengaja menyasar anak usia remaja karena saya merasa sedikit lebih senang ada di antara mereka daripada ada di antara anak yang usianya di bawah 8 tahun. Saya sadar bahwa melalui kegiatan ini, saya belum tentu bisa menghabiskan banyak waktu dengan Anak SabangMerauke atau bahkan kenal dengan mereka satu per satu. Tapi seenggaknya saya sudah usaha.

Gawatnya, usaha saya di-amini semesta dan bahkan di-akselerasi. Bulan Februari saya menyewa sebuah kamar di Bendungan Hilir. Saya bertetangga dengan seorang ibu dan anaknya yang berusia tiga tahun. TIGA TAHUN. HAHAHA. FYI, ini bukan kali pertama saya bertetangga dengan ibu yang membawa anaknya untuk tinggal di rumah kos. Saat saya kuliah dan menyewa kamar di Depok, saya bertetangga dengan seorang ibu yang sedang melanjutkan studi S3 di Fakultas Teknik dan anaknya yang, pada saat saya menyelesaikan studi di Depok, sudah duduk di bangku SD dan bersekolah di SD dekat rumah kos.

Kembali ke ibu dan anak tiga tahunnya yang jadi tetangga baru saya. Tetangga baru saya anak laki-laki, biasa dipanggil Jem atau Jef saya nggak tahu pasti, dan ibu-nya yang dipanggil Mama. Dari cerita penjaga kos, ini adalah rumah kos kedua yang ditinggali Jem dan mamanya. Kamar yang mereka sewa di rumah kos sebelumnya hanya beda satu gang dangan rumah kos sekarang. Menurut penjaga kos, penghuni di rumah kos lama yang ditempati Jem dan mamanya banyak yang mengeluh karena Jem suka berisik jadi mereka diminta pindah. :(

Nah, ini. Anak umur tiga tahun tuh ya, memang berisik dan aktifnya luar biasa. Oke, ini sok tahu karena ... how do I know??? Pagi, saat saya mau berangkat kerja, Jem masih minum susu sambil nonton TV dan nggak teriak-teriak. Siang saya nggak ada di rumah kos. Sore/Malam saya pasti dengar Jem bercanda sama mamanya. Ah, masa saya tega sebal karena alasan itu? :(

Saya ngaku sih, kalau Jem memang suka ketawa agak lebay kalau diajak bercanda, apa lagi kalau lagi diajak bercanda di kamar sama mamanya. Saya yang cuma punya waktu baca jurnal dan lalalili malam hari supaya tesis cepat rampung, sebenarnya agak terganggu. Lagi-lagi, masa iya saya tega telpon yang punya rumah kos dan komplain tentang Jem? :( Mungkn tesis saya jadi bisa cepat selesai, tapi selesainya nggak berkah huhuhu

Setiap pagi Mama Jem pergi kerja. Beliau siap-siap berangkat kerja tanpa suara supaya Jem nggak bangun. Kalau Jem sampai bangun, anak itu akan nangis. Beneran. Nggak main-main nangisnya lama banget selesainyaaa :( Sebelum Maghrib Mama Jem sudah sampai di rumah kos. Kalau mamanya sudah pulang, Jem akan nempel terus. Sembari ngeringin rambut habis brsih-bersih, Jem akan ngajak mamanya ngobrol. Well, nggak literally ngobrol sih. Jem cuma akan bilang, "Ma, Ma, Mama..." diulang-ulang sampai yang lagi sok-sok baca jurnal pilu sendiri terus mewek. Ha.

Lalu pada suatu malam, sampai lah saya pada satu kesimpulan. Hubungan ibu dan anak itu melodramatis. Saya nggak siap tahu-tahu mewek di depan umum karena sibuk bikin skenario sendiri tentang ibu dan anak yang ada di hadapan saya. Mungkin itu salah satu faktor yang bikin saya nggak nyaman ada di dekat anak-anak yang usianya di bawah 8 tahun. Mereka masih murni dan belum punya intensi untuk berlaga "nggak sengaja" jatuhin botol minum kosong di tempat umum padahal sebenarnya males buang sampah ke tempatnya atau "minjam" pulpen yang nggak akan dikembalikan.

Terus saya kangen Ibu.


-S

Friday, December 04, 2015

So, I was Wondering

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I re-embrace my commuter life in July. I used to take the bus but I can't seem to tolerate the traffic any more, so, this time, I take the train.

Not too long ago, I've been "recruited" by a couple of friends from the office to their commuter clique as we happen to take the same line. They took the train as their everyday transport long before me.

People who take the train are varied. You might find your neighbor who happen to be a member of the House of Reps., managers in a multinational company, merchants who have to take their kid(s)/grand kid(s) to their kiosk because nobody can watch them back home, beggars, students, or street performers. You can easily tell by their appearance OR by peeking to their screen phone OR by overheard their conversations. While the only way to recognize the member of the House of Reps.' in a car packed of people remains to be their neighbor.

Speaking of recognizing people by their appearance or by peeking to their stuff or by overheard their conversation, my commuter clique like to casually labelled whether a couple is made up or not. A made up couple is usually a(n allegedly) married man/woman who get too physical with someone other than their S. O. (significant other). It's kind of having an affair on the way to the office/home. My friends told me to check into the couple's finger to spot a wedding ring -- sometimes it's there but come in different color.

I had enough with married man/woman having an affair; friends who are married with kids still hanging out with their exes regularly -- just the two of them without their S.O. (significant other) knowing; friends who just got hitched for less than a year getting way too physical in public with some one other than his/her legal S.O. Having an affair is, indeed, an incurable disease. So I'm not going to talk about it.

A made up couple. Have you ever go out with your male friend who is really cute so you pretend like you are couple just to get a jealous look from the waitress or random people you meet? If so, this is what I called "channelling your inner S.O.". Hahahaha. Why on earth I'm writing about this anyway. I can't help but laughing and I have to take a break before I write the next paragraph.

It's not your fault if you can't help but acting as your friend's S.O. because of their cuteness (or maybe you have crush on him but you are in their friend-zone list or you just want to have that jealous look from random people at the mall or you have this fantasy of him/her and you doing the thing). It might be weird but I like to observe (random) girl and boy who hang out together.

First thing first, I'll find out whether or not they have that shiny circular gold (or white gold) on their finger. Once I find out, I'll observe their gesture, their body language, the smile they throw at each other. Are they a real couple? Or a made up one? If they are a real one, good for them. But I always go with the second assumption.


I wonder what's the story behind them. Was the girl secretly in love with the boy? Or it was the boy who secretly in love with the girl. Was the girl knew he's gay? Was he knew she's lesbian? Were they knew if one of them grab their phone, write a message, just to delete it the next minute in the middle of their hectic day? Were they met on a dating app and run an errand? Were they once a lover and try to rekindle their romance? Were they almost a couple before one of them got hitched? Were they whisper each other names in their prayer? Who am I, a hopeless romantic?


The train is coming. I should be queuing behind the yellow line just like everybody else. Trying to keep my mind from wandering further, inventing a bitter story for every girl and boy I met at the station. All of a sudden, I found his face in the crowd on the opposite platform. He's looking down checking his phone -- any chance he text me? Oh, he's probably just delete it. Or the text wasn't for me. Our eyes met. He smiles -- an action he rarely does. I smiled back. The train interrupted us.



-S 💋

Friday, October 30, 2015

Intermezzo (I)


N: Have you had your breakfast?
S: No. 
N: Did you take any medicine in the last three days?
S: No. 
N: Do you get enough sleep?
S: No, really. Sleep is like money, one can never have enough of it. 



Sort some shit out at the very end point of business hour. Send it to my Sydney based colleague and we talk on Lync:

S: Can't it wait 'til tomorrow? You can ask somebody's help to review. 

L: Nooo. They (our client) are one hour ahead of us, so there is no way we can send this out before they're open. Why? Are you not confident?

S: Now that's a tricky question. Not much. But I believe if human being are doomed to never be 100% sure on anything, so~



-S 💋