Semur Bola-Bola Daging

Suami tidak suka makanan pedas. “No need chilly… no need to buy chilly…”, ingatnya. Secara John (2 tahun) juga belum siap dikenalkan dengan masakan pedas, klop-lah Bapak dan anak, sehingga jadilah pagi ini aku masak semur bola-bola daging dengan semangat.

Seperti biasa, suami makan ditemani dengan roti. Aku perhatikan dia makan dengan cukup lahap. “Ah, masakan pagi ini sukses”, pikirku.

“How is my cooking?”, tanyaku.

“Good”, jawabnya singkat. kami pun melanjutkan makan. Nampak dia menambahkan bola-bola daging terus ke dalam mangkok makannya, tapi kuperhatikan dia tidak menyentuh kuah semurnya padahal biasanya dia suka kuah.

“How do you like it?”, tanyaku sekali lagi.

“Not good, I don’t like”.

“Why? It is not spicy, isn’t it?”

“The flavor is too strong… what ingredients do you use?”

“Just soya sauce, garlic, sweet soya sauce…”, aku mulai dari bumbu-bumbu yang aku tahu di restuinya.

“But it is too strong… do you know that we can die quickly because of it?”

“…shallot, nutmeg, clove…”, lanjutku.

“No need… do you know that you can adjust the recipe? No need to follow everything in the recipe. Make your own recipe, mama John…”

*menghela nafas dengan berat* OK, berarti memang benar hanya cukup 4 bumbu di dapur: bawang putih, bawang bombay, jahe, dan kecap asin. Oh, kapan ya ada acara ketemuan sama teman-teman sehingga bisa ada alasan untuk makan di luar…? #lihatkalender

Jakarta, 23 Februari 2016

Postingan-Mu di Facebook yang Saya Sukai dan Tiru

Postingan-mu di Facebook yang saya sukai dan saya tiru:

1.       Cerita dan foto-foto lucu dan kreatif tentang anakmu, dan tentang bagaimana kamu mendidik dan membesarkannya, termasuk caramu bermain dengannya.

2.       Pendapat/posisimu untuk suatu isu/hal, dan kamu melengkapinya dengan argumentasi logis dan runut. Walaupun saya belum tentu mengambil posisi yang sama denganmu dalam isu tersebut, tapi saya menghargai postinganmu.

3.       Share artikel bagus dari website terpercaya, disertai dengan sedikit komen/ulasanmu tentang artikel tersebut. Misalnya artikel tentang kepemimpinan, tren pemasaran, kesehatan, dll.

4.       Foto-fotomu saat melakukan hobimu, misalnya hobi jalan-jalanmu, hobi yogamu, hobi fotografimu, hobi bercocoktanammu, hobi memasakmu, hobi bersepedamu, hobi lari jarak jauhmu, hobi naik bus-mu, hobi membuat tas-mu, hobi main pianomu, hobi membacamu, hobi nonton bolamu, bahkan termasuk hobi makanmu!

5.       Foto-foto dan statusmu mengenai pekerjaan kantor, bisnismu, atau kuliahmu, yang tidak dituliskan dengan nada galau berkepanjangan dan terus-menerus.

6.       Foto-fotomu sedang berkumpul bersama keluargamu dan teman-temanmu, baik di rumah, restoran, maupun di pesta pernikahan. Hey, you look really happy!

7.       Postingan status yang sungguh-sungguh menggambarkan “what’s on your mind?”, hasil dari pemikiran yang mendalam tentang hal-hal yang terjadi dalam hidup manusia sehari-hari.

Postingan-Mu di Facebook yang Tidak Akan Saya Lakukan

Postingan-mu di Facebook yang tidak akan saya lakukan, karena bukan saya banget:

1.       Posting test-pack yang menunjukkan hasil positif untuk memberitahukan kepada dunia bahwa kamu hamil. Bagi saya, rasanya seperti menunjukkan air seni saya ke publik!

2.       Posting hasil USG yang menunjukkan perkembangan baik bayi dalam janin. Bagi saya, rasanya ini lebih parah dari posting foto telanjang!

3.       Posting foto bayi yang sedang telanjang. Bayi mungil kita memang menggemaskan kalau telanjang, tapi simpan saja fotonya secara privat.

4.       Posting foto selfie seorang diri, apalagi dengan mulut ikan mas koki. Saya bukan alay. Titik.

5.       Posting foto anggota keluarga dekat yang sedang terbaring lemah di ranjang RS, walaupun tujuannya adalah meminta dukungan doa.

6.       Men-share suatu postingan dengan menambahkan komentar “ijin share ya”, padahal postingan tersebut sudah di-set menjadi postingan publik (sehingga bisa di share), dan padahal penulis postingannya sudah menambahkan kalimat “silakan share, tidak perlu minta ijin”.

7.       Posting sesuatu atau men-share sesuatu dengan embel-embel “bagi yang percaya / bagi yang ingin mengalami hal baik ini juga, silakan tuliskan ‘Amin’ di kolom komentar”. Apaan sih…

8.       Posting status galau dan negatif terus-menerus mengenai topik yang sama.

9.       Posting status terkait kondisi keuangan. Cukup Tuhan yang tahu kalau saya sedang butuh uang.

God’s Care

The visiting preacher on that evening Sunday service delivered his sermon 30-minute longer than what usual preachers did; not to mention the occasional holy communion which added another 15-minute to the already overdue service. Hence, by the time the Sunday meeting was usually ended, the preacher was still delivering his sermon and, to make me feel more sorry, rain was started. “Ah, if only the preacher finished his sermon on time, I could be home before the rain started!”.

The heavily pouring rain forced some congregations who went to church by two wheelers – including me – to postpone leaving the church building immediately after the service ended. “Ah, if only I wasn’t in a rush going to church this evening, I would drive a car instead of motorcycle!”, again I mumbled my regret.

As I sit on a long bench with nothing to do, two middle-age women were approaching me and started a conversation about obvious topic: my pregnancy. “How old is your pregnancy?” and “do you have any pregnancy problem so far?” were their start-up questions. I wasn’t a person who like to talk a lot about my personal life to people I didn’t really know well. But talking with these two ladies were easy: soon they were the ones who told me stories about their pregnancies so I didn’t have to talk further (they were mothers of two and three children; one of them even already had two grandchildren).

They eagerly shared stories about pregnancy on each of their children: the pregnancy problems, the abnormalities, the labor and delivery process. Those were interesting stories! I was quite surprised knowing that both of them had many pregnancy challenges such as very bad nausea which made them threw up even after first trimester, an entwined umbilical cord, and the other complication that required one of them to undergo C-Section instead of normal delivery.

In my heart, I reflected their stories to mine.

Yes, I had nausea that made me threw-up, but I only threw up once; yes, I lost my appetite that my weight reduced, but it was only during first trimester; yes, I did have spotting few times, but it didn’t make my doctor advised me to have bedrest.

My first baby was a boy (as I wished), the placenta grew in the upper part of my womb so it didn’t block birth canal so it would be feasible for me to have normal delivery (as I expected), and baby and mama were basically in normal and healthy condition so far (the only ‘abnormal’ thing was my increase appetite for food in this second trimester!).

Calculating all these easy conditions made me realize how lucky I was to have all of these while husband were not living under same roof with me. Then there went my “eureka” moment: God gave me all this easiness because He understood I must bear it on my own most of the time! (I live alone from Monday to Friday and stay with parents on weekend only, without husband with me physically).

How He cared for me!

Ah, God… thank you for the visiting preacher who delivered a long sermon today, thank you for the sudden heavy rain, and thank you for this smooth pregnancy. I know I can pass through this pregnancy with your merciful care, despite of my husband absence”, my complaints now turned into praise.

Written at Jakarta, 16 October 2013.

“Why Shall We Meet?”

I couldn’t lie.

You asked me, so I told the truth.

I respected you.
So I didn’t lie.

I trusted you.
So I told the truth.

I told the truth, and the truth hurt you.
I told the truth, and your hurt hurt me.

But I couldn’t lie.
I didn’t believe we could build our future with lie.

“Why shall we meet?”, you asked with regret.

“If only I met you earlier than I met that man!”, my mind cried.

I want to build my future with you. Our future.
And it crashed because of honesty.
And we both devastated.

If only you didn’t ask that question…

If only I met you earlier…

If only we have never …

Ah, I never regret meeting you,
knowing you,
loving you.

I regret my sinful past.

But what could I do to turn back time?

Please forgive.
(as God has forgave me and you)
And forget.
(look out for good future)
And love me again.
(you’re the best man ever)

Depok, 3 June 2012
When the excruciating pain started,
When the pieces of our broken heart scattered.