Ketika Angka Bertambah

20140426-233751.jpgSisa umur saya berkurang satu hari ini. Saya bersyukur karena saya masih diberi umur tahun ini untuk menerima cium Hikari, mendengar nyanyian Happy Birthday Aiko, melihat wajah salah tingkah Papap yang hampir lupa, makan kue ulang tahun bersama orang tua saya, membalas ucapan selamat teman-teman saya yang baik,  membaca posting blog hadiah ultah saya dari Fitri Mohan sambil terharu berat…  Saya bersyukur.

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Your February

February.

Things turn pink when February comes. The world suddenly becomes more romantic. People suddenly become more hopeful. Of certain kinds of affection they think they deserve on this pinky month.

When everything turns pink and heart-shaped, I feel like a bell is ringing. The month always reminds me of a wish I once said but have never been able to realize. A promise to meet her in Central Park and say Happy Birthday, my darling!

I don’t know when and how or how long it will take, but I intend to keep my wish. As for now, I have to be grateful for the technology. For she is just a click away.

Happy birthday, darling Fitri Mohan!
There is nothing truer about you than this:

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21 February

Hari ini saya turun gunung. After weeks of lazying around, postponing writing my blog, today I made it my mission to write a piece. And that’s all because of one girl, Fitri Mohan.

Today is her birthday. I have started to write her a special birthday blog post for her since 4-5 years ago. Why? Tons of reasons.
– She is far. I cannot send her a birthday gift. (and yes, the postal fee is expensive)
– She is special. I cannot find any appropriate gift that can show how special she is. (and yes, the postal fee is expensive)
– She is… Well, I have a thousand reasons why I always write a blog post for her birthday gift every year. And one of the reasons is because I love her.

Until this part, people usually think…
– We are related. We belong to the same family tree. We kinda look similar, eh?
– We are old friends. Elementary, Junior high, Senior high, university friend, perhaps?
– We are twins. Who knows?
– We have somehow met somewhere, probably in a hospital when we got sick at the same time?

The answers to those questions are no, no, nope.

We are not related, although we both are pretty by nature.
We are not friends from school. What school?
We are not twins… ehem…
We haven’t -let me repeat- have not ever met before in our life!

TRUST.
It was trust that brought me closer to her.
When we stayed till late at nights.
When we discussed things only friends shared.
When we wrote a story together in a blog we called ‘We can do more than drafts”.

But how can we have trust while we haven’t even met?
Yeah, right. Like you haven’t heard of virtual shop, virtual dating, virtual network before…

So, today, I’m going to say again what I’ve been saying for the past 5 years.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Nek!
Thank you for your friendship.
My best wishes always for you.

ps: I’m so sorry this year I couldn’t keep my promise to take you to every Pesta Blogger I attend.

 

Usia yang Tersisa

Hari ulang tahun memberikan beragam perasaan untuk setiap orang. Buat keluarga besar si Mami, hari ulang tahun harus berasa meriah walau hanya kumpul keluarga besar di rumah Eyang sambil makan mie goreng panjang umur. Syukur-syukur kalo ada yang bawa kado. Buat si Papap, hari ulang tahun ya berasa hari biasa aja. It’s just another day. Kalau mamanya lagi ingat, syukur-syukur dimasakkin nasi uduk komplit. Karena kebiasaan di keluarga besar si Mami lah, keluarga saya -Kumendan, Mami, dan kedua adik laki-laki- selalu merayakan hari ulang tahun, walau hanya sekadar memasak makanan lebih istimewa dari biasanya. Sepertinya ada kewajiban moral untuk memberi tahu seisi dunia bahwa salah satu dari kami ada yang berulang tahun di hari itu. Untungnya ulang tahun saya dan kedua adik saya itu cuma berselang beberapa hari. Jadi, pestanya bisa digabung supaya lebih irit :).

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What She Makes Me Think Of…

You can find her name in every novel I wrote.
For she is my conscience in every sentence I wrote.

A quote by Cyrill Connolly is how she is…

“Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self.”

Happy Birthday, Fitri Mohan!
Happy happy happyyyyyyyyyyyy life for you!

It’s more than his birthday

It’s his birthday today. My only son’s birthday. He is 8 now. How time flies…

When we asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he mentioned hundred requests. Being young and innocent. He asked for a toy he had been asking for a half year. He asked for us going somewhere together just the three of us. He asked for a sushi dinner at his favorite restaurant. He asked for a play time at Timezone. He asked for a birthday celebration at school. We told him he couldn’t have it all and he had to choose one. We told him we couldn’t afford all of those things he asked for. What we didn’t tell him was we would have given him all if we could afford it. You can call us a spoiling parents but we just don’t care. On this particular day of the year, everything doesn’t seem enough for our only child.

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