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(Ngga) Enaknya Pindah ke London Bagian I

Hampir semua orang yang dipamitin dan bilang kalo kita akan pindah ke London, pasti bereaksi antara kaget dan excited. Cukup wajar kalo inget London memang terdengar menyenangkan dan keren (mungkin). Saya juga setengah excited awalnya, sisanya galau😀.

Proses pindah ini makan waktu hampir setahun. Ngga akan jabarin detil prosesnya, tapi mungkin gambaran besar tentang hal-hal yang dilalui (dan bikin sakit kepala) sebelum pindahan dan setelah berada di sini.

Seperti pengurusan visanya yang juga sama ribetnya, jauh sebelum visa, kami melewati banyak sekali tahapan yang kalo dipikir sekarang, subhanallah semua bener-bener emang dilewatin satu-satu.

Semuanya berawal dari pertama kali email Dr Wilson masuk akhir tahun lalu, setelah semua email penolakan atau tanpa respon dari berbagai universitas. Berlanjut ke awal Januari, Pak Dokter dapet jadwal interview via Whatsapp video call waktu masih di Tanah Bumbu. Ngga lama abis interview, satu email langsung masuk yang bilang kalo dia ditawarin posisi fellowship tersebut.

Agak tercengang juga waktu itu. Peta hidup langsung berubah dalam semalem karena satu wawancara sejam.

Hal yang bikin lebih ngga percaya lagi,setelah kirim dan coba kesana kemari, di berbagai universitas yang ngga terlalu familiar tapi punya program yang dimau, pada akhirnya kita diarahkan ke tempat yang begitu familiar di universitas yang ngga asing.

Tahun 2017 ke London buat nengok adik saya yang kuliah di UCL, tahun ini balik ke kota yang sama, buat kerja di universitas yang sama.

Setelah surat resmi keluar dan menyatakan kalo Pak Dokter ditawarkan posisi tersebut dengan gaji sekian mulai bulan Agustus tahun ini, dimulai lah semua proses panjang yang harus dipenuhi buat syarat layak kerja di Inggris.

Saya ngga tau dengan orang lain, tapi saya selalu punya pattern hidup yang sama dari dulu buat semua hal. Yang mana entah gimana kebawa juga sampe nikah. Atau mungkin Pak Dokter pun kayanya punya pattern yang sama, jadinya combo, yaitu, kami ngga pernah berhasil dalam hal apapun pada percobaan pertama, ngga peduli udah usaha kaya apa. Seperti kita selalu disuruh mikir lagi cara supaya bisa sampe ke tujuan.

Kabar baiknya, alhamdulillah setelah semua yang dilewatin, kita hampir selalu disampaikan ke tujuan.

Hal pertama yang harus dipenuhi adalah punya sertifikat kemampuan bahasa Inggris. Sebelum apply, Pak Dokter baru aja selesai tes IELTS yang skor totalnya telah memenuhi syarat. Tapi, pas udah mulai proses aplikasi, ternyata angka setinggi itu ngga bisa dipakai. Karena apa? Karena ada satu bagian yang angkanya kurang dari standar.

Jadi, buat kerja ini, IELTS minimal 7 dan setiap bagian dari 4 bagian yang ada juga TIDAK BOLEH kurang dari 7. Jadi, hasil IELTS sebelummya terpaksa disimpen lagi.

Pilihannya adalah ngulang IELTS atau ikut tes lain bernama OET (Occupational English Test). Ini adalah tes kemampuan bahasa Inggris buat kerja. Jadi akan ada sesuai bidang pekerjaan. Kabar baiknya, tes ini lebih gampang dari IELTS. Skor yang diminta minimal B. Lebih mudah ambil ini dibanding ulang IELTS. Harga jelas lebih mahal. Kalo IELTs sekitar $200, OET sekitar dua setengah kalinya.

Kabar kurang enaknya, tes ini HANYA ada di Medan. Iya, cuma di Medan dan tidak setiap minggu kaya IELTS. Jadi, dari tanggal wawancara, hanya ada sebulan buat belajar, dan atur jadwal cuti dari Tanah Bumbu.

Di hari tesnya, ternyata cuma satu orang yang ikut. Rejekinya lagi, dapet penguji yang baik. Liat Pak Dokter kurang dimana waktu IELTS, dia berbaik hati jadi sparring partner dan nyemangatin dengan kasih tips buat naikin skor. Pak Dokter kurang skor di speaking. Jadi itu yang didrill terus.

Tidak seperti IELTS, hasil OET hanya bisa dilihat online. Nantinya employer pun hanya kita kasih nomer peserta Mereka yang akan cek hasilnya sendiri.

Alhamdulillah hasilnya bisa sesuai target. Satu hal berhasil dilewati.

Proses-proses selanjutnya saya kurang hafal urutannya. Saya akan coba tulis yang bisa diinget tanpa berurutan.

Kalo ngga salah ada beberapa proses yang berjalan paralel. Untuk hal ini, karena akan bekerja di bidang kedokteran, maka yang diperlukan adalah surat sponsor dari General Medical Council (GMC) UK. Lalu, karena bagiannya adalah Anastesi, sebelum naik ke GMC, harus ada approval dari Royal College of Anasthesia.

Untuk dapet approval itu, Pak Dokter harus kirim semua ijazah dan dokumen-dokumen anastesi yang berkaitan yang semuanya harus dalam bahasa Inggris. Setelah semua dokumen tersebut dikasih, ngga cukup buat mereka. Rekues buku kurikulum dalam bahasa Inggris yang bikin dahi berkerut.

Tapi ya itu, selalu ada kabar baik alhamdulillahnya.

Kami cukup beruntung karena Pak Dokter adalah staf di rumah sakit pendidikan. Jadi, buat minta buku kurikulum, ngga terlalu susah. Tapi, buat translasi ke bahasa Inggris, itu harus dicari sendiri, termasuk bayar sendiri. Pak dokter mutusin akan bayar semua sendiri dulu buat seluruh prosesnya dan akan ajuin proposal ke departemennya ketika seluruh proses selesai dan jelas akan jadi berangkat. Alhamdulillah kita udah ada translator yang reliable dari segi waktu dan kerjaan. Harga cukup fair.

Selama proses dengan RCOA, beberapa proses paralel juga dilakukan seperti cek identitas. Jadi, ada satu badan yang ditunjuk buat identity check ini namanyaa FCMG kalo ngga salah. Jadi prosesnya seperti interview singkat via video call sesuai waktu yang ditentukan dimana kita akan diminta untuk nunjukin identitas seperti paspor. Kalo ngga salah ngga sampe 10 menit. Hasil identity check akan langsung diberikan ke lembaga yang minta. Jadi bukan ke kita. Bayar ngga ini? Tentunya.

Ada beberapa proses juga di RCOA yang mengharuskan kita bayar beberapa hal yang semuanya dalam kurs dollar. Saya ngga inget apa aja dan ngga berniat jabarin teknisnya di sini juga. Yang jelas sampai akhirnya surat layak kerja sebagai anastesi di UK dikeluarkan oleh RCOA, perlu waktu dari Januari-Juni.

Di bulan Juni, prosesnya sudah pindah ke GMC buat mengeluarkan surat sponsorship yang diperlukan buat urus visa. Kalo liat apa yang udah dikerjakan selama 6 bulan, kirain yang ini bisa lebih cepet karena ya apalagi. Semua sudah dipenuhi.

Seperti biasa, mottonya adalah, kalo gampang, berarti ada yang salah. Kaya besarin anak aja.

Diperlukan waktu 2 bulan sampai akhirnya surat sakti itu terbit. Adaaa aja hal-hal yang sebenernya sepele banget tapi tetep menghambat proses. Sesimpel adaa satu kolom yang isinya ngga sesuai prosedur dan minta diperbaiki. Kenapa sampe 2 bulan? Orang yang berwenang kepotong cuti, orang yang biasa diminta tolong juga cuti, ada aja lah pokoknya.

Setelah surat sakti akhirnya keluar hari Senin, tanggal 6 Agustus, pas saya lagi cek email di laptop jam 5 sore, itu seperti titik dimana akhirnya saya bisa yakin kalo kami memang betul-betul akan pindah.

Ada beberapa level ship dalam kedokteran : observership dan fellowship. Kalo observership sudah cukup umum dan prosesnya juga ngga seribet ini. Jangka waktunya pun hanya sekitar 3 bulan dan kegiatan yang dilakukan hanya observe, tidak pegang pasien atau praktek, dan tidak dibayar, justru harus bayar. Jadi seperti ikut short course aja. Bisa dianggep kaya jalan-jalan selama 3 bulan juga. Sedangkan buat fellowship ini statusnya adalah pekerja. Persis seperti praktek di RS Indonesia. Ada jadwal jaganya, ada gajinya, ada bayar pajaknya dsb. Jadi, buat dapet fellowship ini juga lebih sulit karena prosesnya panjang dan berlapis-lapis.

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Hari-hari setelah visa dikabulkan terasa cepet banget. Non-stop packing sampe tengah malem berhari-hari. Hal yang nambah kerjaan adalah kami packing bukan cuma buat pindah ke London tapi juga pindahin barang-barang yang ngga dibawa dari apartemen ke rumah ayah saya. Berhari-hari nyicil bawa barang, gotong lemari sendiri dan masih banyak lagi. Apartemen udah kaya gudang sampah besar.

Kita baru bener-bener keluar apartemen di hari keberangkatan. Berangkat tengah malem, keluar dari apartemen kosong abis asar. Sambil nunggu keberangkatan, masih ada final packing yang paling ngga menyenangkan. Kami juga beli timbangan digital buat cek berat koper yang ternyata sangat overweight jauh dari jatah yang dipunya.

Terpaksa bongkar lagi.

Keluarin yang bisa dikeluarin.

Sampe azan isya masih belom berenti packing. Akhirnya jam 8 nyerah dan mutusin buat bawa aja dulu.

Sampe bandara, counter check in Qatar lumayan penuh. Biarpun yang udah web check in pun penuh. Sampe giliran kita, ditimbang di counter lebihnya sampe 30kg.

Lemes. Padahal di rumah nimbang lebihnya juga segitu dan udah ngeluarin banyak banget. Ngga mungkin kami bayar 30kg, akhirnya di bandara, buka lagi hampir semua koper kecuali satu yang udah masuk duluan.

Boarding jam 23.40, masih bongkar koper sampe jam 23.10. Alhamdulillah sekali kita dianter sama keluarga Pak Dokter dan adik saya. Ngga kebayang kalo ngga dianterin mau diapain barang-barang yang dikeluarin☹.

Akhirnya kami cek in dan berakhir dengan overbaggage 13kg.

Waktu boarding tinggal 20 menit, sudah lelah dan ngantuk.

Saya masuk ke imigrasi dan ruang boarding setengah sedih dan lega.

Semoga semua yang sudah dikeluarkan akan kembali bawa banyak keberkahan.

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Hello (again) from London

It’s been four days since we set the foot in this gloomy and windy city. Four days spent by taking care major things here and there.

Been searching for permanent home and never imagined it would be this hard. Plenty available, contact several, yet, very few returned the call for viewing. In the end, we ended up with almost zero choices. We even extend our stay at the airbnb since the process took some time. Luckily the house didn’t have next booking yet. Unless, we really had no idea where we should stay and move with all these luggages.

It still feels like a tourist mode these days. Breakfast at home, lunch outside and dinner at home. Visited places were mostly for the doctor’s registration, but it’s nice enough visiting some places I haven’t seen during my previous visit.

England’s weather is still the same as always. Although it’s still considered last summer, but it’s been cold, windy, and rainy. I couldn’t imagine how this old body would survive colder weather later. Even we didn’t have AC back at home in Jakarta.

Hopefully, things will get better by next week. What I mean by get better is we could start having a normal life, keep these luggages out of sight, more clear daily routine and stop playing tourist.

Some pictures from the neighbourhood we lived in and eye candies from the city central.

Finsbury Park
Finsbury Park Playground
Arsenal Store
Sunset from the window
Accidentally meet this spot
Euston Road sunbathing spot while waiting for the doctor
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Epilog : 15 Tahun Perjalanan ne

Masih dalam suasana eforia hari Minggu kemarin.

Mau cerita tentang Jessica. Salah satu murid yang diajar dari dia kelas 4 SD dan sampe sekarang dia kelas 1 SMA. Salah satu murid pertama sejak ngajar di sana. Rajin, selalu sopan, sederhana, dan punya determinasi yang tinggi. Tipe murid top student yang nilainya bagus, ketua osis, sibuk, tapi hampir ngga pernah saya inget dia ngga les piano karena ada ulangan atau kegiatan apapun.

Punya kakak tapi seperti anak tunggal karena kakak laki-lakinya di luar negeri. Papa mamanya sibuk, dan sehari-hari diurus mbaknya. Belakangan mamanya udah pensiun jadi sering anter les.

Sejak kompetisi pertama kali ada, dia udah saya ikutin. Pertama masuk di Junior B. Tiga tahun berturut-turut ikut kompetisi, tiga-tiganya pegang piala. Pertama kali juara dua, lalu harapan satu, dan tahun terkahir di kategori B juara tiga.

Tahun berikutnya pindah ke kategori C karena umur. Persaingan dan tekanannya naik jauh sekali dari B ke C. Menang di kompetisi itu kombinasi dari banyak hal. Tapi, menurut saya selalu diawali dari satu hal penting, yaitu pemilihan lagu.

Lagu yang dipilih harus ngga pasaran, jarang dimainkan tapi enak didengar, tingkat kesulitan kalau bisa sedikit di atas standar kategori yang diikuti, dan terakhir, anak yang mainin suka lagunya.

Selama tiga tahun di kategori B, alhamdulillah saya selalu pilih lagu yang pas buat dia. Milihnya pun lama karena selalu saya coba sendiri dulu dan saya bayangin kesulitan yang bakal ada pas belajar, sambil memperhitungkan kemungkinan ada orang lain yang milih lagu ini. Selama tiga tahun di kategori B, semua faktor resiko sudah dieliminasi. Ditambah penentuan akhir dimana dia bawain lagunya dengan pede dan bagus, tiga tahun berturut-turut namanya selalu disebut ketika pengumuman juara.

Tahun ke empat kompetisi saya tawarin lagi buat ikut. Lagu udah saya pilih dan siapin sejak lama. Tapi memang dari awal seperti ada yang kurang atau kaya ada yang salah aja di kompetisi tahun 2017 itu. Mungkin karena setelah tiga kali ikut dan menang, baik guru dan muridnya pun ekspektasinya juga cukup tinggi. Jadi, agak berat juga beban dari awal.

Lagu yang dipilih October Tchaikovsky. Salah satu lagu favorit saya. Lagu yang cukup bagus buat kompetisi pertama dia di kategori C yang persaingannya lebih sulit. Lagunya bagus, dia juga suka, dan ngga terlalu panjang. Lambat dan pelan. Pressure sedang, kans buat menang juga cukup besar, kalo dimainkan dengan baik.

Sampai sekitar sebulan atau dua bulan sebelum kompetisi, kita tau ada satu anak lain main lagu yang sama. Murid guru lain yang juga sering jadi juara kompetisi. Saya dan dia langsung agak pucet waktu tau tentang itu. Main lagu yang sama ngga pernah menguntungkan buat pesertanya.

Ganti lagu sempet jadi pilihan tapi liat waktu latihan dan chemistry yang harus dibangun lagi dengan lagu barunya, kita mutusin buat tetap jalan. Sambil berharap semoga saat pengambilan undian dia dapet main yang duluan.

Di hari pengambilan undian, perasaan salah yang dari awal ada makin besar. Jessica dapet yang belakangan cuma dengan jeda 1 anak. Bebannya makin besar sekali di dia.

Di hari Gladi resik, dia main bagus sekali. Saya jadi agak tenang. Apalagi setelah denger saingan yang mainin lagu yang sama. Dalem hati paling ngga punya harapan lebih.

Hari H, ketemu dia dengan baju kompetisinya yang manis, Jessica keliatan cukup nervous. Wajar sih. Seperti biasa saya nemenin dia sambil ingetin beberapa instruksi yang dia kadang-kadang salah. Waktu giliran peserta lagu yang sama maju dan main, mungkin saat itu mentalnya semakin jatuh. Anak itu main dengan bagus, manis, dan bersih sekali. Bener-bener bersih dan tepat sekali semua dinamiknya. Perasaan saya semakin ngga enak tapi tetap berusaha semangatin dia.

Ketika gilirannya maju, dia terlihat ngga nyaman sekali. Not pertama dimainkan dengan sangat ragu-ragu. Not pertama dan bar pertama itu kunci yang nentuin mood dan tempo lagu seterusnya. Seringnya, ketika itu ngga dapet, kemungkinan memperbaikinya agak sulit.

Dan, selang beberapa menit kemudian, kejadian yang paling menakutkan terjadi. Sampai hari ini masih satu-satunya di sepanjang kompetisi yang pernah ada di sekolah musik ini.

Jessica berhenti main dan keluar panggung sambil nangis dan bilang, “aku ngga bisa, aku ngga bisa,”.

Ngga bisa digambarin perasaan saya waktu itu. Sedih, kecewa, patah hati, tapi saya juga sangat ngerti besarnya beban mental yang dia harus hadepin di depan.

Ternyata patah hatinya belum selesai. Saat pengumuman pemenang, juara pertama jatuh ke anak lain dengan lagu yang sama dengan Jessica. Disini, setidaknya kita tau, saya tidak salah pilih lagu.

(Pernah dibahas lengkap di post ini)

Kita ngga banyak bahas itu setelahnya. Les pun kembali berjalan seperti biasa.

Kompetisi tahun 2018 dia menolak ikut karena alesannya sedang sibuk di sekolah. Tapi, tentu bukan cuma karena itu. Kita sama-sama tau kalo trauma dia masih besar. Saya pun ngga mau maksa.

Tahun 2018 saya bisa fokus ke satu murid baru yang cukup bagus dan saya ikutkan juga kompetisi karena liat potensinya. Alhamdulillah, seperti yang diharapkan, Nathan juara 1 di kompetisi pertamanya.

Awal tahun 2019, sudah diumunkan kompetisi akan diadakan bulan Agustus. Di awal tahun ini juga, wacana saya kemungkinan besar akan harus resign mulai mencuat. Di bulan Maret, saya mulai nanya ke dia apa mau coba ikut lagi. Saya bilang saya udah siapin lagunya. Dia bilang mau mikir dulu. Saya tegaskan ke dia kalo saya ngga mau maksa. Tapi, saya mau dia basuh dulu traumanya dua taun lalu dengan ikut lagi, main sampai selesai, ngga peduli apapun. Cukup itu. Ngga perlu mikirin menang dan yang lain. Cukup main dari awal sampai akhir, ngga peduli sejelek apa.

Bulan April dia ujian nasional dan akhirnya dia setuju ikut setelah dia selesai ujian. Saya sudah pilih dua lagu yang kontras. Satu lagu pendek 3 halaman, lambat, dan cukup terkenal, cocok sekali kalo targetnya cuma buat sekedar hilangin trauma. Satu lagu lainnya cepat, panjang 6 halaman dengan not yang banyak, dan jarang orang akan pilih dan mainkan. Bahkan mungkin jarang tau juga.

Saya bilang ke dia kalo saya sengaja kasih yang sangat kontras seperti ini. Biarpun jelas sekali yang mana preferensi saya, saya biarin dia tetap milih. Bukan sekedar milih lagu, tapi juga memilih sampai level mana yang mau dia capai. Dari situ saya bisa tentuin sikap harus seperti apa drilling dia.

Sesuai ekspektasi saya tentang dia selama ini, tentu dia pilih yang punya kesempatan lebih.

Dalam kompetisi, saya selalu punya target yang mau dicapai. Tentu sesuai kapasitas muridnya. Meskipun orang sering bilang, ikut aja yang penting pengalamannya. Latihan berani tampil dan sebagainya. Tapi, buat saya ngga. Kalo cuma itu ada konser.

Apa kalo kompetisi harus menang? Tidak. Karena menang atau kalah ada banyak hal yang di luar kontrol kita. Tapi, yang harus ditargetkan adalah, di kompetisi ada menang dan kalah, apa kita mau kalah atau menang? Tentu jawabannya jelas.

Dengan tau target, kita jadi tau harus seberapa keras usahanya untuk itu. Karena beda sekali orang yang tujuannya cuma sekedar ikut dan orang yang punya target jelas.

Saya bilang ke murid-murid saya, ikut kompetisi persiapan tidak boleh 100%. Minimal 150%. Grogi itu menurunkan kemampuan sampai 50 %, apa jadinya kalo cuma siap 100%.

Balik ke persiapan kompetisi. Selama latihan terus terang progresnya ngga terlalu bagus dan agak lambat. Saya sempet agak frustasi dan marah ke dia. Saya tanya mana komitmennya. Saya tau lagunya susah, tapi menurut saya ada saat di mana dia ngga berusaha maksimal buat latihan. Enam minggu sebelum kompetisi, masih 3 halaman yang dia belum beres. Belum hafal not, dinamik, banyak sekali bagian yang harus drilling dsb.

Di beberapa bagian bahkan ada yang saya sampai suruh dia ulang berkali-kali sampai dia bisa, baru boleh pulang. Di sebulan terakhir, saya paksa dia tutup partitur. Kalo bayangin waktu itu, betul-betul khawatir tinggal 4 minggu hafal sedikit pun belum. Enam halaman panjang.

Ngeliat ini, saya putuskan buat nambah jam lesnya di hari lain. Berlaku juga buat Nathan, yang ndilalahnya, kok mainnya juga malah jadi turun. Sempet gelisah sekali saya liat dua orang ini. Lebih gelisah lagi karena ngebayangin saya akan resign. Gelisah karena ngebayangin hari terakhir saya akan diinget seperti kegagalan.

Ngga ada gunanya pernah juara tiga kali dan juara satu tahun lalu, orang hanya akan ingat yang terakhir kali ditorehkan. Dengan Jessica, bahkan yang diingat pengamalan buruk tahun 2017. Agak patah hati saya ngebayangin kalo 15 tahun saya ngajar seperti ngga keliatan hasilnya.

Kasih jam tambahan itu sulit sekali dari sisi saya. Karena waktu terbatas. Akhirnya saya paksakan untuk kasih mereka waktu tambahan di hari di mana saya punya waktu 1 jam sembari Langit les. Jadi saya drop Langit, lalu lari ngajar 2 orang dan kembali ke jemput Langit, semua dalam waktu 1 jam.

Pernah saya tergoda sekali buat batalin. Apalagi hari tambahannya di hari saya puasa juga. Tapi, alhamdulillahnya otak dan hati cukup keras, sambil marahin diri sendiri, ” Kalo nanti hasilnya ngga bagus, lo akan nyalahin diri sendiri kenapa ngga usaha lebih padahal bisa, cuma karena capek dan lemes. Akan lebih lemes kalo nyesel belakangan,”.

Dua minggu terakhir tensi dan suara saya makin tinggi. Ngga terhitung seringnya saya scolding mereka berdua sampe pucet.

Di hari kamis sebelum kompetisi, Nathan udah ada titik terang. Tapi tidak dengan Jessica. Salah masih banyak, hafalan lumayan tapi masih suka bener-bener blank di tengah jalan, dan yang paling mengkhawatirkan nervousnya juga tinggi sekali. Tiap main pasti tiba-tiba berhenti dan panik sendiri.

Saya terus ingetin dia supaya tenang dan fokus. Ingetin dia kalo hal utama yang harus dia capai hanya main sampai selesai. Itu udah lebih dari cukup. Saya tau enam halaman itu panjang dan dia harus mainkan dengan tempo yang beda, dan notnya cukup sulit, dimana kalo dia salah bisa merembet kemana-mana, meskipun dia juga udah tau teorinya kalo salah yang harus dilakukan adalah jalan terus.

Hari Sabtu gladi resik, saya makin khawatir karena nervousnya dia terasa makin tinggi. Percobaan pertama maju di panggung, gagal total. Bahkan sampe nangis lagi. Saya dan mamanya terus nyemangatin. Di percobaan ke sekian kali saya liat ngga ada perubahan sama sekali. Semua latihannya ketutup sama tingginya nervous dia. Gladi resik awalnya cuma 10 menit. Saya minta ijin lagi ke ibunya buat latihan lagi di ruangan sampai molor jadi 1,5 jam.

Di ruangan saya suruh dia drilling halaman pertama sampe puluhan kali. Bolak balik hanya halaman pertama. Kuncinya hanya itu. Begitu halaman pertama dia aman, pede dia langsung naik drastis. Setelah dirasa cukup halaman pertama, saya suruh dia drilling 4 baris terakhir berkali-kali.

Seperti semua hal dalam hidup, ngga peduli bagaimana kita mulai, tapi yang paling penting adalah bagaimana kita selesai. Begitu juga dengan lagu.

Setelah kurang lebih setengah jam atau empat puluh menit latihan di kelas, emosinya udah lebih tenang, saya ajak dia latihan di showroom bawah pake piano grand di ruangan terbuka. Cukup berhasil. Dia udah lebih tenang, meskipun beberapa spot masih salah-salah. Secara keseluruhan aman, tapi tidak memuaskan.

Setelah dari bawah, saya ajak balik ke ruangan gladi resik. Saya minta dia main bagian yang tengah aja. Bagian yang perlu pedal dan paling aman. Saya larang buat main dari awal sampe akhir. Setelah main dari tengah saya minta dia main halaman pertama dan empat baris terakhir. Setelah itu saya cukupkan dan minta dia pulang buat istirahat.

Ngga nyangka yang awalnya niat saya cuma dateng 15 menit, berakhir jadi 2 jam. Tapi, kalo inget sekarang, saya senang karena udah milih yang benar dibanding yang mudah.

Nathan gimana? Alhamdulillah aman. Setidaknya kalo dia main seperti hari kamis dan sabtu gladi resik, setidaknya satu tempat juara udah dia amankan. (Kok pede? Iya, anaknya juga pede banget gitu mainnya).

Hari Minggu saya bangun dengan perasaaan sedikit khawatir dan banyak pasrahnya. Hari itu akan jadi penentuan bukan cuma buat murid-murid saya, tapi lebih ke diri sendiri. Akhir seperti apa yang (pantas) saya dapatkan?

Semua usaha sudah dilakukan (semaksimal dan semampu saya). Seluruh doa juga ngga berhenti dipanjatkan.

Saya dateng setelah zuhur. Waktu dateng kompetisi sudah dimulai. Biasanya saya masuk ke ruang penonton atau ruang tunggu bareng guru lain. Tapi ini, saya milih buat tunggu di luar yang sepi. Jantung kaya mau copot.

Nathan di kategori B maju duluan. Waktu saya ketemu dia, dia keliatah cukup tenang dan percaya diri yang cukup. Saya pernah ingetin dia, tidak boleh over confident karena itu yang kadang bisa buat hilang fokus. Seperti di beberapa latihannya yang salah di not terakhir.

Saya udah janji buat kali ini saya ngga akan masuk. Saya hanya akan dengar dari luar pintu. Begitu Nathan naik, yang saya bisa kerjain cuma baca Al-ikhlas setengah keras buat nutupin suara mainnya dia yang tetep lebih keras. Ngga berhenti saya doa.

Nathan main dengan bagus sekali. Bersih, powerful, dan rapi.

Seperempat beban diangkat alhamdulillah.

Jarak Nathan ke Jessica cukup jauh. Saya tetap ngga mau masuk ke dalem kursi penonton dan ruang tunggu. Waktu saya masih duduk, Jessica dan mamanya keluar. Mamanya bilang minta keluar dulu.

Saya agak tercekat liat baju yang dia pakai. Seinget saya yang paling minim standarnya dari selama ini dia ikut kompetisi. Kombinasi kaos dress softball selutut yang kalo dia duduk jadi ketarik dan agak pendek, juga sepatu wakai dengan warna senada.

Tapi ya sudah. Ngga ada gunanya meributkan masalah baju ketika ada isu yang lebih besar.

Ketika dia sudah dipanggil ke ruang tunggu, saya masih milih nunggu duduk di luar. Saya rasa waktu itu, saya dan dia punya battle masing-masing yang harus dihadapi sendiri. Dia yang harus melawan trauma dan ketakutannya. Saya yang harus mempersiapkan diri buat nerima kemungkinan terburuk di akhir perjalanan mengajar saya.

Saya masuk ke ruang tunggu ketika giliran dia tinggal 3 lagi. Waktu giliran dia tiba, seperti yang saya lakukan dengan Nathan, dia masuk ke atas panggung, saya keluar dan turun ke bawah tangga di samping. Saya terlalu nervous untuk berdiri di depan pintu seperti yang saya lakukan dengan Nathan.

Detik dia masuk, mulut saya ngga berhenti merapalkan Al-ikhlas. Saya terus baca sampai kadang saya pikir saya berdoa supaya ngga terlalu denger jelas permainan dia. Betul-betul ngga baik buat jantung.

Tentu permainannya tetap terdengar jelas. Dan sedikit tapi pasti, hati saya mulai ringan. Dia berhasil melewati halaman pertamanya dengan baik. Halaman kedua percaya diri naik. Halaman ketiga seperti yang sudah diprediksi adalah yang paling aman. Harapan saya semakin naik ketika di halaman keempat di bagian yang dia selalu miss, dimainkan dengan rapi dan bersih. Zikir saya mulai diganti senyum sambil sedikit nangis.

Halaman kelima dan ke enam, Jesssica seperti balik ke Jessica versi terbaiknya. Bagus sekali penutup yang dia mainkan.

Turun dari panggung dan keluar ruangan, kita berdua berpelukan dan dia bilang, ” aku bisa kak,”.

Ternyata selesai dia main, mama papanya pun juga langsung keluar dengan wajah sumringah sambil ngacungin jempol.

Setelah itu, saya kaya ikan yang dikembalikan ke air.

Tiga perempat dari beban saya sudah diangkat bersih.

Tinggal seperempat terakhir.

Pengumuman pemenang dimulai dari kategori B. Terus terang saya ngga terlalu khawatir. Dengan adanya 6 piala buat kategori B, Nathan hampir pasti dapat salah satunya.

Ketika sampai di pengumuman juara ketiga dan nama dia belum ada, saya agak sedikit khawatir kalo saya bisa aja salah total. Juara kedua diumumkan juga bukan dia.

Nama Nathan akhirnya disebut paling terakhir.

Seperdelapan beban saya diangkat bersih kembali. Setidaknya untuk Nathan dan orangtuanya, saya akan diingat sebagai guru yang selama 2 tahun ngajar dia, ada memori sesignifikan 2 kali kompetisi 2 kali pegang piala juara pertama.

Tiba giliran pengumuman kategori C.

Waktu itu saya ngga inget harus ngharep apa. Mau ngharep menang kok kaya ngerasa ngelunjak, tapi ngharep ga menang juga gimana, mainnya bagus dan lebih dari cukup dibanding lawan-lawannya untuk pegang satu piala.

Ada 4 juara di kategori C. Nama yang disebut pertama bukan Jessica. Masih lega saya. Saya banyak berharap di ketiga dan kedua. Ternyata di ketiga pun bukan dia. Saya mulai sedikit nelen ludah. Harapan saya tinggal sekali lagi.

Nama yang berikutnya disebut juga bukan Jessica dan saat itu saya sudah telen seperdelapan beban terakhir yang ngga bisa hilang di hari terakhir saya.

Saya ngga akan lupa momen dimana ketika MC ngumumin juara pertama.

Sampai ngga bisa kontrol suara dan air mata.

Nathan juara pertama mungkin ngga luar biasa, tapi Jessica bisa juara pertama, di hari terakhir saya, setelah semua senang sedih yang kita lewatin sama-sama selama 7 tahun, setelah kejadian luar biasa dua tahun lalu, saya terlalu bersyukur sekali dianggap pantas nerima hasil akhir sebaik ini. Dan saya benar-benar salut dan bangga sama anak ini. Bisa ngalahin ketakutannya, bisa ngalahin traumanya, dia pantes jadi juara satu. Dia naik ke panggung sambil nangis.

Tidak ada yang lebih menyenangkan dari perasaan lega bisa kasih selamat ke orang tua Jessica dengan level yang sama seperti saya memberi selamat ke orang tua Nathan.

Dengan berakhirnya kompetisi di Minggu, 25 Agustus 2019, berakhir juga perjalanan saya selama 15 tahun di sekolah ini.

Ngga berhenti saya bersyukur buat semua yang dikasih hari itu, jauh di luar dari yang saya berani bayangkan.

Alhamdulillah alhamdulillah untuk epilog ini.

Saya pamit untuk melanjutkan perjalanan.

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A Beautiful Farewell

One day that deserve, thousands Alhamdulillahs, few words of gratitude.

Today’s marked the very last day after 15 years of teaching and 6 years of competitions by sending two out of two loveliest students a teacher could ask for to be a winner in their category.

To put a cherry on top, both were the first winner.

Month of practices, hard days of scolding (and of course crying), hundred times of notes drilling, endless hours of conversation in that small classroom, they truly deserved the first place. I couldn’t be more grateful to be granted with such farewell.

Participate in competition alone was brave enough. Finished playing until the end, no matter what, that took big amount of courage. To play the piece beautifully and let other enjoy the music, that’s what the first winners do.

Every small win given in my life, the thought went to the one and only person to whom I owe every good things happen in my life with her golden mantra : “Finish what you have started, no matter what it takes. The result is never up to us”.

One who pushed me to stay for 13 years of learning, in spite of my lacking in many things. One who taught that a teacher might never be rich in numbers but it’s surely one of the most rewarding jobs, if you’re doing it right.

A simple thank you and congrats are more than enough to end my long years of teaching day beautifully. After all, we always want to have a happy ending.

Now, guess I can proceed to the next big thing ahead with a lighter heart.

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The Last Ilana Tan’s Trip : (Early) Summer in Seoul

At first, I didn’t have any intention to have trips based on Ilana Tan’s tetralogy. I started reading Ilana Tan’s tetralogy in 2009 and Summer in Seoul was the first one, the first one to be published too. I was captivated by the book. The plot is clear, enjoyable light reading and it’s something that you can repeat even after so many times. Summer in Seoul followed by Autumn in Paris, Winter in Tokyo and last one was Spring in London.

When Autumn in Paris took place in October 2016, I had no idea, I would do this four season trip. But then, life has been kind and full of surprises (good and bad) after all these times. Six months from Autumn in Paris, Spring in London granted in April 2017. It was quite surreal when I looked back how we made it to the second trip within six months. Then, after having those two, the idea of having all four came. Winter in Tokyo accomplished in early March 2018. And finally, Summer in Seoul in late April 2019.

I have been a kdrama fan for nineteen years. Surprisingly, my first time dramas were seasons related too. Autumn in My Heart (2000), Winter Sonata (2002), and Summer Scent (2003), were three of my first memorable shows from dramaland. Although it’s been a long time playing in dramaland, but visiting Seoul has never crossed my mind. The want has never been there.

Until Ilana Tan’s three previous trips accomplished. The only one left is this one and I think it would be nice having the last one as a closing. Also, following the golden rule that my late mom told me, “Finish what you have started”. Although this one sounds more like an excuse to go on another trip, but, yeah, Summer in Seoul trip planning began.

As usual, it commenced from ticket searching. Ticket searching is one of my most favorite parts in traveling. It feels like activating all my brain part and its been always testing the patience. My benchmark of ticket price is quite low. The standard from Winter in Tokyo ticket price made me set the same standard for Seoul. It should be a full board airline too.

Thus, whenever I am doing ticket searching, waiting is compulsory. The right time with the right price came eight months ago. So far, it’s the longest interval between ticket purchasing and the real trip. But, based on destination criteria, trip duration, and budget allowed, the price found was reasonable.

Summer in Seoul is indeed the lowest expectation compared to other three previous trips. For the first time too I only chose to stay for five days, while usually it’s been always seven full days. The main reason is : we tried Korean Food few times and it hasn’t suited our taste yet. Rarely fit to our liking. So, five days would be enough. Hopefully.

To dramaland to meet oppa and ahjussi we go!

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The Third Ilana Tan’s Trip : (Late) Winter in Tokyo

The second English post in 2018 and it is dedicated to one of the most favorite topics and things to do. Another Ilana Tan Trip is coming. After Autumn in Paris 2016, Spring in London 2017, now it’s , Winter in Tokyo 2018. Well, actually, it’s quite late to call it winter, but it was still snowy at least till beginning of the March and since I don’t think I will survive the cold during January and February, and many other reasons, so March it is. A bit pushy, isn’t it?

Like previous trips, it started when crazily cheap full airboard airline promo with DIRECT FLIGHT was found. Even the low cost airline couldn’t beat the price offered by this one with all those benefits because LCC has that long hours of transit which I consider is quite useless and wasting time. When it comes to traveling abroad, full board airlines are always better choices. Also like those previous trips, after long and days of consideration, consultation, three paxes tickets were bought.

Thrice went abroad with my little family, it was never really being planned. They were desired of course. The want is there. Some people prefer when travel to some countries which needed a visa, they will make sure the visa is granted first, then issued the ticket, I almost always go for buying the tickets first. Ticket price is more costly than visa. So when the chance and courage are there, grab it fast is always a better choice.

Unlike Paris and London which had a very strong motive, Tokyo is not really like that. As an europe minded person, visiting Asia’s countries is not that tempting. Visited Singapore once, and never have any will to return. Kuala Lumpur and Malaysia are another story. They were once home for me. But, other than that, I have not enough strong will to visit the other countries. No matter how much I like watching korean dramas, visiting the country is almost not on the wish-list.

Tokyo was once considered last year when I found, yes, again, quite good deal tickets from another full board airline. The minus was it had a transit. For 7-hour destination, a transit is such a waste. But the price was quite agreeable.

So, cheap ticket was the main trigger (actually, I often feel like it is not me who finds the cheap tickets, they are the ones who find me😄😄). No matter how often I read and heard the beauty of Japan, the happy place Tokyo is, the heart is quite hard to be moved.

Another motive might be because of Ilana Tan. Since two previous trips had been done according to her book, so the third one would make it a nice serial trip.

When Paris was pretty high in expectation and excitement, London and other 2 cities were highly anticipated, Tokyo is low expectation with medium excitement. We have no specific places that we want to visit badly, for the first time we just feel like seeing what Tokyo offers to us.

Hopefully, the offer as good as what other people said about the city. Amin!

Off we go to Tokyo!

Bismillah.

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Second Ilana Tan’s Trip : (Freezing) Spring in London

I seem forgetting about traveling-with-baby mess quickly. Remembered how I consciously wrote few months ago said that I wouldn’t have the courage to do another long haul flight(s) with the baby until certain limit of time.

Then, voila.

Tickets issued just two months after the oath. Even crazier, with longer flights. I must have been insane.

This is not on my bucket list. I have been there twenty years ago and have no intention to go back again, unless something really forced me to or something made me have to or someone asked me desperately, free of charge. Then, count me in.

So, this trip is actually not about me, but more about other members of the trip.

The last Paris trip was very memorable till I had little regret that my father didn’t join us. We offered of course, but he refused. I enjoyed it a lot and often thought about him a lot when I was there.

My brother is currently pursuing his master degree in UCL. After lots of scholarships hunting, for two years, he finally made it. So, after went back home, I urged my father to go and visit my brother in this city.
He surely refused and said what he should do there alone. I was jokingly said I could be his companion if all expense would be on him. He frowned😃.

Nevertheless, I kept searching the cheapest ticket possible. Continously, daily, on every airlines possible. I was checking certain websites regularly.

I always checked the price for three adults and one child. Why? Because my father wasn’t interested in traveling alone, while I also couldn’t go alone. I had to bring this little baby and the consequence, another adult had to go with me too. Who else other than the baby’s father?

It is surely so tempting for a hard core liverpudlian like him when Anfield is just few hours by train from there. So, these four unseparated and tangled people should travel together, for their own reasons and motive.

It started with ticket hunting of course and it was such a painful thing to do. It was really heart-breaking seeing the price they offered for our travel squad. The Paris trip expenses all together equals to tickets cost to this city only. That was too cruel.

But, it didn’t stop me. I kept searching daily and religiously. One day, in a fine morning after subuh, I tried MAS website and had a light heart attack watching the price they offered for 3 adults and 1 child. They offered half price from others than I regularly checked.

I had checked MAS before continously since it was one of the most possible alternatives and the offer had never been that shocking. Slightly cheaper than other yes, but with less advantages, such as less agreeable schedules.

I told my father about this price but I didn’t receive a proper response from him. It was surely quite a lot of money, but it was also a very good deal, if the price was the only thing we considered important.

I checked the price day by day until it’s really gone and left me with something. What’s that?

Regret.

It turned out that the regret of not bravely taking the offer was bigger than I thought. I kept thinking about that day and night. I also conveyed this to my father. As a result, it caused more tense ticket hunting than before. My leisure time mostly spent on those airlines websites, every single day.

I had certain preferences. After flying with TK twice and considered its service was just okay, I prefered other middle east airlines. It’s either QR, EK, or SV would be fine. I flew once with EK to Manchester and really impressed until I still could remember it even after twenty years later.

But then, all those three prices were totally out of reach. No matter how many times I checked their websites, it hadn’t changed much.

During the interval of my search, I found two which had promo at that time : GA and THA. It was pretty similar to MAS promo, few millions more expensive, but still within reach. The MAS promo price became my anchor price.

Fortunately, both GA and THA were not that convincing for me. GA might be good for domestic flight but I didn’t trust them enough for international flights. Seen quite a lot of complaints related to lost/missing baggages. That was one. Another one, their schedule were not comfortable, especially when you travel with a baby and a parent. Thirteen hours straight return flight sounds scary. THA was once being considered. But, after reading some reviews, it wasn’t that recommended.

So, I let both go. This time, without any regrets.

I had tried every airlines possible. Literally EVERY AIRLINES. Name it, I had tried it. No result. Even some of them had very irrational numbers.

Then, I forgot when, an idea came. Instead of departing from Jakarta, I chose Kuala Lumpur. Turned out KUL flight offered a very very reasonable price. Almost every middle east airlines offered almost half of the price that they did in CGK flight. Of course the price was displayed in MYR, but it was truly agreeable.

I didn’t tell my father in an instant. I kept doing my research and continous checking daily. Since it was from KUL, so I also had to find flight from CGK-KUL as well. It became more and more researches.

I kept QR and EK in my list. Both had similar price and schedule. It was uncountable how many times I counted the total price of both offers. Reading as many as reviews that I could, comparing those two. I also did sounding this to my father.

Finally, in a Friday morning, I checked both websites once again and felt this should be executed as soon as possible if I didn’t want to keep searching without result.
I told my father before he went for Friday prayer. Told him to execute this.

I guessed the regret wasn’t only on me when I let previous MAS shocking offer go. My father seemed regret about it too. Maybe not much, but he surely had it. When I mentioned the KUL flight offer on that Friday, without too much hesitation, he said yes.

Even after he said yes, I didn’t book it directly but doing more and more reading and comparisons between QR and EK. I also added CGK-KUL flights cost.

The total amount of CGK-KUL-LHR return flights for three adults and a child was very very agreeable. We had of course longer trip and more transit than direct flight from CGK. But, with such millions rupiahs differences, which could be used for other expenses, I guessed (and desperately hoped) it was really worth it. More, it would be those two best middle east airlines we would fly with. There would be no hope if I decided to wait until their price went down for direct flight from CGK.

So, with many times of repeated bismillah, the deals were made. It was scarier than clicking the Paris tickets since I did it with my father’s expense.

We came to an agreement that tickets would be on him while me and le husband would be on transport and Airbnb. The rest we go dutch.

Done with tickets, another hectic thing to do came : visa. It turned out the visa is a lot more headache than Schengen. About the visa, flights and Airbnb, each separate post will do.

Hopefully we will have a good journey this time. I have one ultimate wish for this trip : I would be very happy as long as my father enjoys this trip.

It turns out that this trip also becomes my second Ilana Tan’s tetralogy trip after Autumn in Paris last October.

Which one is that?

To Spring in London we go!

A whisper heard from a far, “keep calm, mum. Lower your expectations. Done? Have it a bit lower again, please. Enjoy your trip”.

Sincerely,

A-won’t-stop-moving-toddler bunny.

Bismillah, 24 hours trip to the west we go!

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The Third Longest Dream Unlocked, First Ilana Trip : Autumn in Paris

Waiting for today feels like forever since last June. Looking back to all things happened in the last four months make the heart almost exploded of mixed emotions felt.

Let’s go through the past tunnel first, shall we?

Right after the first umra when I was 19, three goals were set to be accomplished before married :

1. Master degree abroad

2. Going Hajj

3. Going to this city

The first two were checked in the same year of the marriage, but not the third one.

This city has been My constant stomachache. Having the language teacher at home made me really familiar about this city. The books were everywhere. The language was also daily spoken. One or two or three words were often used whenever we discussed something.

First time learned the language at 11. Then, it was on and off. During high school, this was one of an elective subjects for two years. Maybe, other than me, no one enjoyed this subject at all.

It has been come closer for several chances. When we visited Manchester in 1994, we had BeNeLux and this country visa with us. Sadly, chicken pox stopped us from going. In 1996, the teacher was sent for a month summer course, but again, joined her was out of option.

The dream was off for quite some times.

Then, I started working on it seriously in 2008. It was a thought of accomplishing number one and three in one shot. Master degree in this country or other countries nearby. Wherever it would be, as long as it was getting closer to number three would be fine.

Had been applying lots of universities in The Netherlands and England and received quite offering letters. Sadly, the scholarship wasn’t available. Back then, scholarships were not widely available. Not to say I would surely get it, but at least could give it a try.

Since Europe was quite hard, then the plan was revised. Instead of doing number one and three, the focus and resources were all used on number one first. It worked better than having two things at the hands. Number one was checked in 2011, after almost two years of searching.

In 2011, life happened a lot. The wedding planning had started rolling. The chance of having number three done before the wedding day was getting thinner. While number two was confirmed, number three was too far to be seen.

In 2011 also, the news of the teacher sent to one of the city in that country broke my heart a lot. She actually supposed to go the previous year, but she had to unveil herself. She refused and declined the offer. Unbelievably, the chance came once more on the following year. This time, she was told that she could keep her veil. So, she did go. As if this opportunity was chasing her until she said yes.

What made it was pretty heart-breaking, it was me who had been trying hard for almost two years, but why it seemed the teacher, who didn’t do anything to go, was the one who could go. It wasn’t fair at all.

Right after Hajj, a month after, it was the wedding day. The hope of accomplishing all three had totally gone. The chance of going within visible time was pretty zero, with le husband’s residency on the running. Until the wedding day, when the teacher was no longer here, number three was still left untouched.

Two years after marriage, the baby came. The hope was even more fading. Let alone that far, going somewhere near for couple of hours now is even not easy knowing this little baby is waiting at home. In the wildest and worse thought, number three was halfly given up. Although, the thought of dying without going there gave me a broken heart.

God has always had a funny, unexpectable, and mysterious way in fulfilling our wish. This year fasting month brought a greater blessing than we expected.

It started when the idea of homecoming to Solo was popped. Since le husband is already in his last year of residency, the schedule has been quite loose. For the first time in four years, we went for a trip by plane. Although the cost made our saving screamed a lot.

Right after bought the homecoming tickets, an idea to check the cost of number three ticket came into mind. Did it as a guilty pleasure, like I have always been doing whenever remembering number three.

Checking several airlines, it turned out one of them currently had some promos. As the curiousity was getting higher, destination and some dates were typed. Nothing serious, just wanted to check how much it would cost.

When the monitor displayed the price for two adults and an infant, the first reaction was…numb.

Such price, return, for three person? Seriously?

It might be not that cheap, but calculating quickly on my head, it was doable. At least, affordable for us. The dates input had been chosen, according to my schedule.

Couldn’t help staring at the monitor for some time. The tab had been opened for a whole day. Went to bed sighing and thinking, it would be still impossible.

The day after had never been the same. It made me checking the website every single day. Reading a lot of reviews. Comparing to almost every airlines possible. Discussing things with le husband, my father, and also my saving account.

For at least 12 days ahead, I had numerous disturbed sleeps. While le husband kept telling me just clicked and bought the tickets, while the courage was there. Telling me that I had been longing for this too long. Maybe it is really the time.

The courage came after sahoor in Ramadhan. The tickets were bought. Never in my life I spent money that much on something. For a stingy person like me, the amount spent was too scary.

Strangely, this time, instead of guilt, it felt good.

Those tickets bought were the first real thing I have done about number three. Although few months later I am still paying the debt for it, it is worth all the pain of having debt for.

The next morning, passports were being registered online and after two weeks, the new passports were ready. Passport done, the next step was one of the most important things about number three. One process which sucked almost your energy, time, and money : Visa application.

Preparing for visa was one of the most exhausting yet enriching steps about number three. It made me do lots of reading, if not to say too much reading. Almost all available articles, with any possible keywords were being read. Made sure I didn’t miss anything for my visa documents so it would be approved or before that, at least no document missing when we came to submit it.

One week after documents submission, the passports were returned. Opened the sealed envelope in front of the locket, opened the passport and… the stamp was there.

It was really there until I really wanted to cry.

The visa was there.

My permission entry to enter this country was granted.

Then, (Maybe), it is really the time.

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For me, it’s not a simply mere vacation. Nor an ordinary family trip.

It feels like going for another smaller Hajj. Going to the place which make your heart beating fast and has been giving you a constant stomach ache for almost three fourth of your life.

The place where you almost read everything about that, speaking the language (trying hard) like its people, knowing something about this place more than any common knowledge.

When usually people are having at least two or three countries to visit with their visa during their travel time, I (we) decide only to visit this one country, in this one city. I won’t be a hopping tourist. (Well, it’s actually a soft translation of the money is limited;))).

This one might sound too mainstream for many people, but not to me. It’s the place where some parts of the teacher’s soul lived. By the teacher, I have been talking about my mother.

The teacher who had been teaching me not only about the country and its language, but the more importantly, she taught us about having dreams and working on it until we make it.

Half of this journey, maybe about showing her up there, this time, I finally make it for my third biggest dream. She knew for sure I have been longing number three since a very young age. Sadly, she is not here to cheer with me like the previous two. But, I hope she would be proud to see everything that I have done to make this one real.

The initial plan was going alone, strolling here and there, taking pictures, resting for coffee and cake near the river, shopping till the wallet drop, visiting places on the list every single day all day long, having a day trip to the nearest cities, and many more of self-pleasing things. An ultimate self trip to end my 20s.

It turns out I am going with another two people. One of them is a baby, which gives me a lot of concern. Double and triple preparations, while having less and lower expectation. Instead of the strong 20s, it’s the less agile 30. God truly gives all my dreams checked, according to His will, not mine.

Dream then work on it to the fullest, I am the one who will decide the result, He said.

Then, let’s accept the result.

To the city where my heart has been constantly wrenching for after Mecca and Medina, here I come. I’ll see you there, Mom.

October 25, 2003 : the departure day of the journey when the three dreams were set.

October 25, 2016 : the departure day of the third and longest dream.

Missions accomplished.

Bismillah, off we go.

My First and Second are here.

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Running Once Again

It’s not a literal title. I am not a runner, nor a fan of running. The word here refers to the current situation where is being well described as running.

Ramadan is here. Years before, Ramadan always brings something different. Something fun, exciting, meaningful, and gives that warm feeling.

The last four years, after all those big things happened in 2012, life has been pretty plain. It’s all about work. Maybe the only major change is having Langit. Other than that, it’s totally about working and saving. Never been to anywhere for the last four years. Literally nowhere.

This year, Ramadan surprisingly brings some unexpected circumstances. If all is going well, I will have the very first mudik during my 30 years of living. We’re going to visit Yangti on the second day of Idul Fitri insya Allah. This will be the first time for Langit to be on the plane, which gives me quite concern.

One thing always leads to another. Other than that, we happen to prepare another bigger journey. For me, it’s the one who has been becoming my constant stomach ache for a long time.

One first huge step was made and even that already felt like an accomplishment for me. Knowing how much and how long I have been holding back. Thinking that it will come very much later than sooner regarding the situation we’ve been living in for the past few years.

Made that first huge step was scary. But, it was as if the universe let it happened. Few past weeks feel surreal, exciting, yet full of worries. The next big step is being prepared and it consumes lots of energy, time, and of course, money. Can’t go with details about this until we (hopefully) really make it.

Chasing a dream is not like playing around. It takes determination, persistence, and your strongest faith to do your best and leave the result for Him to decide. And here I am, using all my resources to go here and there, until we reach the final destination.

I am going to have a faster speed after Idul Fitri. From the bottom of my heart, I sincerely pray May this time, it’s really my turn.

Amin.