There is something about museums that always throws me to the yester-years. It probably has something to do with childhood.
Both my parents were officers in the Indonesian Air Force. When I was elementary-school of age, my mom worked in Museum Satria Mandala and my dad worked in the military building next to Museum Nasional. Whenever my school holiday came and/or whenever my maids thought taking care of me was more of a burden than an enjoyment, my parents would take turn taking me to their office. Err… not really their office. They would take me to the museum in the morning, leave me to wander around in the museum, get me in the afternoon for lunch, return me to the museum until their office hour ended. Sounds horrible? Not really. I felt at home instantly from the first day of my museum life.
In Museum Satria Mandala, I made friends with the guards, who were all my mom’s colleagues. I didn’t like the old planes exhibited there because they were rusty and it was a bit hot to wander around in the field. I liked the room filled with old flags and weapons, though. Some people told me the room was haunted, but I had no problems with whoever haunted the room at that time. They probably thought it was useless to play with me.
In Museum Nasional, my dad asked the guard (at that time) to keep an eye of me. I could wander around the inside of the museum but he wouldn’t let me out of the front door. It was my dad’s specific instruction. I guess it was lucky for me that time people were still nice and kind and honest they wouldn’t try to kidnap me. Or perhaps I was too handful to be kidnapped. My favorite place in Museum Nasional was around the old statues. I was so amazed by the big statue of Adhityavarman that I named my imaginary friend Aditya. That just shows you how mental I was.
Klepon, si makanan kampung ini tidak mudah dicari di kota. Setidaknya, tidak mudah dicari di tempat saya tinggal. Klepon yang bulat hijau berbalut taburan kelapa dengan isi gula merah cair mengandung filosofi yang dalem. Memakan klepon itu harus sekaligus satu butir. Tidak boleh digigit di tengahnya karena niscaya gula merah cair di dalamnya akan menyemprot kemana-mana membuat anda dan pembantu anda menyumpah-nyumpah karena noda gula merah susah hilangnya bila mengenai baju. Saat memakan klepon pun mulut anda harus mingkem sempurna dengan alasan yang sama seperti di atas. Lalu apa filosofinya?
