Better When I’m Writing

Zaki asked me the other day, what things I am still passionate about lately. I gave him three answers, and among those, the first and most definite one was writing. Later I realised that writing is actually the only thing I consistently do since I was still in the elementary school. Though I must admit, I never had any chance to work on it properly.

Part of it was because it seemed like being a writer was less prestigious than being a doctor, or a teacher, or an astronaut, or an architect, or any other profession in this world. And it was just so hard to keep your passion when everyone around you didn’t take it really seriously. In my case, I found it was hard for me not to be tempted with the idea of being “somebody”. And the general definition of “somebody” in Indonesia is anything but freelance, including writing. Most people will consider it as merely a hobby.

I got some people who supported my passion, in different ways, though. My dad used to take me to his school library so I spent most of my childhood drowning into books and that’s how book became one of my obsessions (there’s a story about it here). My mom gave me a diary so I had something to write on. And there was a teacher in my junior high school who once asked me to join a writing competition. I didn’t join the competition at the end (because I wasn’t sure what to write and bit lazy, to be honest) but he was one of the few people who made me feel that I can write. Somehow. Someday. Continue reading “Better When I’m Writing”

Senandung Musim Gugur

Jauh sebelum saya mengunjungi negara empat musim, musim gugur sudah menjadi musim favorit saya. Meski lahir dan besar di negara dua musim yang hanya mengenal hujan dan kemarau, entah mengapa saya merasa terhubung dengan memori musim gugur yang saya baca di majalah-majalah, saya lihat di televisi atau saya bayangkan dari puisi-puisi. Mungkin karena karakter dasar saya yang (sok) romantis dan melankolis. Sehingga daun-daun jatuh saya anggap sebagai momen magis yang menghanyutkan.

Jangankan musim gugur di belahan bumi selatan atau utara, “musim gugur” di kampung halaman saya, yang ditandai dengan daun-daun pohon Akasia yang berguguran, atau pohon Jati yang meranggas, sudah cukup membuat saya duduk melamun lama menikmati setiap detilnya.

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Musim gugur di kampung halaman

Ah, saya ini memang sentimentil. Gemar berkubang dalam romantisme yang saya buat-buat sendiri.

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The Colors of Autumn

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The leaves turned red on those days of October

When fall was here and winter was near

Could you taste the sweetness in the air?

The taste of a life free from despair?

 

I pictured us walking hand in hand

Along the way where everywhere was a yellow lane

I remembered how I would have waited for you

On that old wet bench in Lundagård around 1 pm or two

 

Our love grew strong despite the wind

Flourishing like mushrooms under the autumn rain

I became gold, you were getting brown

To the colors of heaven we were all belong.

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Lund, 2017/10/23

Dilema Mengenalkan Multi Bahasa ke Anak

Saya tidak tahu apakah ini perasaan saya saja, atau rata-rata orang tua di luar sana juga merasakan hal yang sama. Tapi saya merasa, menjadi orang tua sering menempatkan kita pada situasi yang kompleks. Antara mau begini. Tapi juga begitu. Ingin yang ini. Tapi mau juga yang itu. Kita sebut saja perasaan kompleks itu sebagai dilema.

Dalam hal masa depan anak misalnya. Setiap orang tua menginginkan yang terbaik untuk anaknya. Kita mendoakan, membimbing dan mengarahkan. Tapi sebagai orang tua juga, saya sadar, bahwa hidup anak saya sepenuhnya adalah hak dia. Kita tidak berhak memaksa dia menjalani apa yang kita mau atau memaksa mereka untuk mewujudkan mimpi-mimpi kita yang belum/tidak terpenuhi. Makanya saya termasuk yang tidak terlalu suka mengajari anak saya banyak hal tanpa persetujuan darinya. Mungkin karena saya sendiri juga malas belajar, haha, sehingga saya tahu tidak enaknya diajari tanpa kita sendiri mau. Tidak terkecuali dalam hal belajar bahasa. Continue reading “Dilema Mengenalkan Multi Bahasa ke Anak”

Kid’s Stories Project: Visiting the Queen

img_4135Story and Illustration by Hayya Habibi

Editor: Hayu Hamemayu

One fine morning, Milla and Mayana played football in their backyard. They loved playing football. When they were playing, they saw a letter falling in the ground. They picked it up and went inside the house. They told their mom and dad about it. Their parents opened the letter and read it for a minute. Milla and Mayana were so curious so they asked: “Who is the letter from?”. Her dad said: “It’s from the Queen!” Milla and Mayana were so surprised. They were so happy to know that they’d been invited to visit the queen in her castle. The next morning they put their luggages in the car and went to the airport.

 

In the airport they were waiting in the waiting room until it was time for boarding. Milla and Mayana went inside the plane. They were super excited to meet the queen. In the plane, they ate lunch. Milla had sausage with rice and Mayana had egg with fried rice. After had her lunch finished, Milla asked her mom: “Where are we going to meet the Queen?” Her mom said: “In Paris”. Continue reading “Kid’s Stories Project: Visiting the Queen”