Alhamdulillah!

Ini merupakan salah satu dilema yang pernah aku alami. Sebagai salah satu mahasiswa yang berasal dari kota asalnya sendiri, maka secara tidak langsung aku merupakan duta kota ku. Padahal, aku sendiri tidak tahu seluk beluk kota secara detail. Tapi mau tidak mau, di sinilah aku, secara tidak langsung, aku merupakan duta kota Surabaya.

Surabaya. Kota pelabuhan. Kota pahlawan. Jika temanku bilang Surabaya itu panas, ya aku benarkan. Atau Surabaya itu macet, ya aku benarkan. Atau Surabaya itu Dolly, ya aku benarkan. Walau sebenarnya aku salut dengan usaha pemerintah yang ingin menghapus image itu.

Namun, dari semua pernyataan dan pertanyaan teman-temanku tentang Surabaya, pertanyaan yang paling membuat aku kesal adalah,

"Kapan Surabaya hujan?"

Sangat menjengkelkan. Ini pertanyaan yang sangat tidak rasional untuk dilontarkan. Pertama, aku bukanlah pawang hujan atau dukun hujan. Kedua, aku bukan BMKG yang bisa tahu data-data kapan akan terjadi hujan. Ketiga, aku bukan scientist gila yang suka merubah awan menjadi hujan makanan. Tapi untungnya Surabaya akhir-akhir ini sering hujan, dan seketika itu juga pertanyaan itu hilang ditelan bumi.

Dan menjadi "duta" juga bukan perkara mudah. Paling tidak, minimal, harus memberikan kesan orang Surabaya itu baik. Hahaha, padahal...

Oke, karena harus memberikan kesan baik itulah, terjadi salah satu perbincangan paling tidak penting di dunia antara aku ketika bertemu dengan salah satu temanku yang kebetulan seorang cewek. Aku,

"Pulang ke kos? Naek apa?"

"Iya. Jalan kaki."

"Lho, motormu mana? Biasanya naek motor kan?"

"Iya ini motorku rusak tadi. Sulit di stater, ndak nyala."

"Oalah...nebeng ta?"

"Ndak jalan aja."

"Bener ta? Lumayan lho ndak capek."

"Iya bener."

"AlhamdulillaaaaAAHHHH!"

Alhamdullilah! Ya, aku jawab Alhamdulillah dengan nada yang meninggi dibagian akhir kata. Nah lho? Paham maksudku kan? Jadi, intinya aku senang temenku ndak nebeng. Dan rasa senangku itu aku ekspresikan dengan kata alhamdulillah itu tadi.

Dari awal memang pada waktu itu, aku lagi tidak berniat nebengin. Coba bayangin, kan harus muter-muter dikit dulu. Terus bensin gimana. Belum lagi nanti kalo dikira modus. Nah, bahaya kan? Justru alhamdulillah to kalo temenku itu ndak mau? Ndak harus repot, ndak harus dikira modus.

Sebenarnya, karena waktu itu aku harus buru-buru pulang, makanya waktu itu aku ndak niat nebengin. Tapi trus kenapa aku kok nawarin? Itu tidak lebih dari sekedar basa-basi. Kan kok sawangane ndak nawarin, kan ndak enak kan ya.

Dan nawarin tebengan ini juga tidak lepas dari peran "duta" sialan yang aku sandang. Karena "duta", maka paling tidak, sepeti yang aku katakan sebelumnya, harus keliatan baik. Nah, nawarin tebengan itu tadi setidaknya sudah mencerminkan "keliatan baik".

Paling tidak, aku sudah mencerminkan warga Surabaya yang "keliatan baik"

*****

"Eh, kamu punya nomornya si Aap?"

"Iya ada."

"Eh kirimin ke nomorku dong."

"Kenapa ndak kamu catet langsung aja?"

"Mati nih hapeku, kalo kamu kirim kan nanti masuk."

"Oh, oke. Nomormu berapa?"

"08xxxxxxxxxx."

Duh, ada lagi ya modus baru kayak gini. Luar biasa..

Bahasa Daerah

          Tidak bisa dipungkiri aku memiliki ketertarikan pada dunia tulis-menulis dan baca-membaca. Dan oleh karena itu pula aku sempat beberapa kali membuat banyak cerita. Banyak pula cerita-cerita ku ini diambil dari pengalaman pribadi, namun juga tidak sedikit yang hanya hasil pemikiran dan imajinasi.

          Dari beberapa cerita itu, aku ingin memposting di blog ku ini salah satunya. Ini cerita berjudul Bahasa Daerah. Waktu itu cerita ini aku buat waktu SMP dan merupakan pengalaman pribadi ku saat SMP. Tidak ada secuil pun bagian dari cerita dibawah ini yang aku edit lagi. Jadi cerita di bawah ini nanti adalah benar-benar asli saat dulu aku menulisnya.

          Oke, tunggu apalagi, silahkan, Kawan : )

 

Bahasa Daerah

                Pengalaman bisa membuat seseorang terpuruk, sepi, dan tenggelam di dalamnya. Tapi pengalaman juga bisa membuat seseorang senang, bahagia, bahkan melambung di dalamnya. Tapi ada juga pengalaman yang tidak mempengaruhi kinerja seseorang. Contohnya saja pengalamanku.

          Ketika aku kecil, sekitar umur 4 tahun dimana pada usia itu adalah usia yang paling menyenangkan bagi semua orang. Soalnya kalau kita nangis pasti masih diperhatiin. Orang akan bilang, “Nak, kasihan…..kenapa kamu?”  Tapi kalau sudah besar pasti orang bilang, “Nak, kamu gak pernah diperhatiin ma ortu-mu ya?”

Kembali ketika aku kecil, saat itu aku baru bangun tidur dan kulihat jam dimana seharusnya ibuku belum berangkat bekerja. Aku mencari di dalam rumah dan tidak kutemukan ibuku. Lalu aku berlari ke luar rumah dan kutemukan ibuku berjalan menjauh untuk berangkat bekerja. Aku langsung berlari mengejar ibuku sambil berteriak-teriak memanggil ibuku. Namun ibuku tak mendengar suaraku. Tiba-tiba saja, saat diriku berlari, aku miring-miring ke kiri dan seperti yang aku perkirakan…. aku masuk selokan. “BLUNG!”  begitulah bunyinya…..dan aku berkata, “Bagus….” Dan aku kembali ke rumah. Tapi anehnya aku tidak menangis. Nah, itulah mengapa pengalamanku itu tidak memengaruhi kinerja diriku. Atau mungkin pengalamanku itu telah membuat sesuatu dalam diriku salah/error. Buktinya aku tidak menangis.

Dari pengalaman itu, aku dapat menyimpulkan bahwa pelajaran yang paling berharga adalah pengalaman. Dan pelajaran dari pengalaman itu adalah, “Sebaiknya jika kalian berlari, lalu tiba-tiba miring-miring, sebaiknya anda berhenti. Jika tidak, dapat menimbulkan kejadian-kejadian yang tidak diinginkan.”

Bertahun-tahun setelah kejadian itu, aku mulai mengikuti program pemerintah yang bernama “Wajib Belajar 9 Tahun”. Atau jika aku permudah istilahnya, aku mulai masuk sekolah. Nah, setiap sekolah pasti mempunyai mata pelajaran yang pasti menurut sekolah akan berguna bagi masa depan murid-muridnya. Dan selama aku mengikuti program pemerintah itu, dan dimasukkan berbagai macam mata pelajaran, aku mulai menyadari sesuatu jika dihubungkan dengan pengalamanku bertahun-tahun yang lalu. Aku menyadari bahwa,

“Jika pengalaman adalah pelajaran yang paling berharga, maka Bahasa Daerah adalah pelajaran yang paling menyebalkan.”

Ini benar-benar membuatku dilema sebernanya. Bagaimana tidak, Ayahku adalah seorang Jawa tulen. Maka seharusnya, kemampuan bahasa Jawa atau daerahku tidak sebatas “asal tidak remidi”. Tapi itulah mentalitasku saat diriku berjumpa dengan pelajaran bahasa daerah. Tapi mau gimana lagi? Toh kalau aku bisa, mungkin mentoknya cuma “inggih”, “mboten”, “mboten napa-napa”, atau “kula mboten ngertos”. Oke, aku akui, banyak kata “mboten” di dalamnya. Tapi sekali lagi, mau gimana lagi?

Nah, dalam karirku sepanjang mengikuti program pemerintah “Wajib Belajar 9 Tahun” ini, aku selalu mencari jalan agar “asal tidak remidi” untuk pelajaran bahasa daerah. Nah, pengalaman yang paling menurutku lucu adalah ketika aku kelas 9 di mana saat itu ulangan pelajaran bahasa daerah. Untungnya, saat itu adalah ulangan harian. Jadi selain duduknya sebangku 2 orang, soalnya cuma 5, aku kedapatan tempat di belakang! Tapi ruginya, soal sebangku hampir sama tapi beda, dan ulangan harian itu semuanya uraian!

Ketika soal dituliskan di papan tulis, bukan di Balikpapan (soalnya kejauhan dari sekolahku) aku masih tenang. Soal pertama, ada a dan b. Yang a, aku bilang, “Gini doang?” ketika yang b, aku bilang, “Oi, nomer 1 b apa?” sambil celingak-celinguk kiri-kanan. Tapi yang namanya juga usaha, pasti dapat hasil. Tak penting hasilnya baik atau buruk yang penting….. “asal tidak remidi”

 Ketika soal nomer 2, aku bilang, “Bagus…” deja vu kata-kata ketika aku masuk selokan. Lalu aku celingak-celinguk kiri-kanan dan tidak satupun temanku yang tahu jawabannya. Lalu tanganku tanpa sengaja menyentuh buku paket bahasa daerah yang ada di mejaku. Aku teringat, aku sempat membacanya sebelum ulangan yang kejam ini menimpa diriku. Aku juga teringat, aku lupa memasukkan buku yang mengahadirkan harapan padaku itu ketika ulangan ini berlangsung. Dan aku juga masih sangat ingat, aku tersenyum saat menyadari itu.

Aku langsung membuka buku itu di atas meja! Bukan dewi yang katanya orang Yunani tersenyum memberikan keberuntungan yang tersenyum padaku, tapi Tuhan yang tersenyum padaku. Sehingga saat pertama kali aku buka buku pemberi harapan itu, aku langsung menemukan halaman yang ada jawaban untuk nomer 2 ulangan harian sialan itu! Dan aku langsung salin saja jawabannnya. Lalu kututup buku itu dengan tenang dan kumasaukkan buku itu ke tasku dengan tampang innocent.

Waktu itu mukaku seperti konglomerat yang menaburkan uang koin ke rakyat yang serba kekurangan. Dan aku langsung dengan muka bangga memberi tahu jawaban soal nomer 2 yang teman-temanku tanyakan. Oh, inikah perbedaan orang yang tahu dan tidak tahu? Pantas banyak orang ingin mendapatkan keingintahuan walaupu dengan segala cara.

Dan apakah kalian ingin tahu berapa nilai yang aku dapatkan dengan perbuatan diriku? 89! Seumur-umur diriku tak pernah mendapatkan nilai yang begitu tinggi untuk mata pelajaran bahasa daerah ini. Tapi jika dipikir-pikir lagi, seharusnya aku tidak melakukan perbuatan itu. Tapi tak apalah, toh nilainya juga 89! Hahahaha…

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By Limpat S.

No Friends, No Enemies, Just People Chapter 3

It’s the end of winter. I’m just wearing thin green sweater. I’m sure it works, even the wind so cold. Actually, I don’t care if I get sick. I’m on holiday, so I should enjoy it. And walking around the city will be a great refreshing.

*

Here I am. Standing at the edge of sidewalk. Waiting for the traffic. I want to go across the street. All of those memories suddenly attack me when I’m waiting. Memories about an untouchable-executive women, about my mid-ancient European building school, my fucking damn friend, my pizza for breakfast, my damn boring time in the airport, and my lovely enemies.

The traffic turns green, the pedestrian begins walk across the street, and all of the cars stop. I’m walking with people besides me. The wind blows, very cold, I place my hand into my pants pocket. And the wind suddenly makes me think about all of my memories.

I stop in the middle of the street. I’m shock. I begin to think. Who are these people? What do they want? Do they know me? Do I know them? Do they care about me? What do they think about me? What if I fall in this street? Will they help me? Or will they give me a “fucking hell” word? Or they just pass through right on me? Who are these people?

All of the thought makes me confused. The time stops. I’m just plunged in thought. Nothing’s changed. Until the Big Ben clanks. Twelve o’clock. Then I can see the light. I can answer my question. I can feel the warm wind come and banish the winter.

Sometimes, people around you can be a demon. Stab your back, and rob your girlfriend. Even though, it is your best friend. They can be so evil because they want something and they will do the most they can do to get what they want. But sometimes, people can be an angel. They can help you and cheer you up in unbelievable ways. Even though, it’s your enemies. It can be happen because they heart are really pure, or maybe they just get the enlightenment.

If I fall in this street right now, maybe there will be a people who give me bad words. Because in their thoughts said that there’s no immediate effect if they help me. But maybe there will be a people give me a help. Because their heart is really pure and thoughts that helping people is a must. So sometimes, ignoring these people is just the right things to do. Because, who are they? They just people.

And I know now, springs will come very soon.

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No Friends, No Enemies, Just People Chapter 2

05:00 am. I woke up too early. I threw away my blanket. Damn. So cold.

I checked my phone. Oh no, five missed calls! And the great things, I didn't care. Because God please, it was Sunday! I put my phone back.

Not a long time after it, a message coming. My phone rang. I took it, checked it again. And holy shit,

"...we need you to make the negotiation clear. Take flight at 01:00 pm to London. Reply asap."

Sometimes, I hate being a person who knew too much. Although, it was positive like give you a lot of opportunities, but in the other hand, it cost too much to your personal life.

Just like this, and thought about this carefully. When you knew information, or knowledge, or kind of it, you would be famous, then people would pay attention to you. They would ask you, they would need you, they would follow you, they would be watching on what you wear, what you eat, what you do, everything. From the most important things to the least. It could be happen because they needed the information from you.

It was fun in the beginning. Knowing people a lot, trusted by a lot of people. But later on, too much people need you and you collapsed because you couldn't handle it. And then, you sacrifice some of your personal life. Because sometimes, if you let them disappointed, it would cost on your career.

And actually, all those people didn't have to ask an unnecessary stupid thing. If they got more attention surround them, they could take the same information as good as you who knew the information. So they could more productive, learn, and develop faster. And the most important thing, they didn't have to bother you with those stupid question.

So, the relation with my situation was like this. 'A lot opportunities' meant; I could introduce myself to other principal company and made new connection, I could go to London, saw how great the town it was, and didn't have to pay my trip, and I could go by plane so many times just like enter the toilet! And of course there were more beneficial side for me.

And 'cost personal life' meant; I have no Sunday! I couldn't give myself an enjoyable relaxing moment, far away from work. I had to say that I couldn't accompany my girl washed her cat this weekend. So bad, I love her cat very much.

I left my bed and walked to the kitchen. Then I realized I was running out of food. I made a call. Reserve a pizza for breakfast. Finished with my call, I reply the message,

"I'll be there."

*

So warm inside here. But I knew, outside, the temperature could reach minus 5^oC. It was winter, and it was just usual winter. But somehow I felt the winter colder than usual.

Here I was. Trapped on the platform. Waiting my flight. I knew such a fool make a trip using airplane on winter. Because everywhere were ice, the runway was very slippery. But what I could do.

I had been one hour here. I did almost everything to kill the time. Listened the music, surfed the internet, went to the toilet without any certain reason. I felt like,

"God help me! I'm god damn bored!"

Almost two hours. I felt sleepy. Until this voice made me strained,

"Hei!"

Oh fuck! A devil had called me, with her two red eyes, two fired-horns, long black claws, and her damn bad personality. She was just women, my old friends, wait, my old enemies, because she made a lot of bad things to me. A lot of things.

On school, she ever tricked me to get higher score than me. She ever blamed me for her mistakes, and everyone believed her. She ever degraded me in front of class. And so much more. It seemed I always made mistake in her eyes. And I didn't know why she hated me so much. Maybe I was a threat, but I didn't sure about it.

When she called me, I just....saw at her. Confused. Between happy or felt suck. After a minute, I was sure got another bad day. And I was sure I felt suck.

It was silent for a moment. She looked at me, and I stared back at her. No words. Awkward.

She broke the silence. She asked me to go to cafe in the airport with her. I know she was a demon. A fucking cursed devil from hell. But I thought have a time with a devil was more exciting than just wait the delayed-plane. So I agreed.

I just sat with her in the cafe. Stirred the cappuccino I had. No words. Still awkward sat with her. I knew she felt awkward too, and she tried to make it easier. But my heart still said she was a demon.

There were some reason I'm drowning in my silence. First, I hated her. Second, she was a demon. Third, I spent my time with a devil, I could get more sins than before! Fourth, I brought a little cash in my pocket because of the damn suddenly message of duty.

This cappuccino just made me suffocate how to pay. Then I realized. God, this demon tricked me again. How if she didn't want to pay her pasta? And she just left me, ran away, and made me pay all of the meal? Damn it!

All of that thought was suddenly disappear following her voice,

"So, where will you go?"

Ah, I knew it that she would say that words! My observation stated that more than 80% of the conversation in airport when you met someone, either you knew them or not, is ask about where your destination is. That was a fact! Didn't you deny it. Believed me.

But okay, I appreciated her. I answered her question as nice as I could. She knew I tried to act nice at her. She read it. Then she tried to make more conversation. And it began more interesting at the end.

She talked a lot of things. Her destination, the weather, the headline news, politics, her job, her love story, her fashion, her life, her family. A lot of things! I began to love this conversation. I knew she tried to say sorry what she had done to me, but somehow she didn't say it. She just kept it for herself.

She just made interesting conversation with me to say sorry. Sometimes I baffled with women. Why couldn't they say what they want to? Or just said what they thought about? It made you relieved, you know, when you said it. Kept it by yourself just made you worst on your feeling. And almost of men were fine if you said the truth, even the men would more appreciate to you.

Almost two hours, and suddenly her flight called. She had to go. She took her bag and said good bye. Oh, damn, somehow I felt sad to get this conversation end. Then she left me some money.

"I'll trade it", she said. Watched me for a moment, then she left.

Then I laughed to myself. What was it? Who was the enemy? Enemy didn't trade you a cappuccino, didn't talk to you like an old friend, or didn't tell their personal life.

So who was the enemy? How could I state people are enemies or not? Then, who should I believe in now?

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