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Berat dan Serius

Tumben.

Pake bahasa Indonesia dan sama sekali bukan review.

Berapa hari belakangan ini ada sesuatu yang mengusik hati. Jadi sering ngomong ke diri sendiri. Gabungan antara marah, kesian, dan ngga abis pikir.

Berawal dari suatu pernyataan di salah satu media sosial yang menuliskan bahwa ngga masuk akal orang yang rela ngeluarin uang,waktu, tenaga cuma untuk melakukan suatu ritual yang satu-satunya ‘manfaat’ yang didapat atau lebih tepatnya dijanjikan adalah pahala.

Hal yang lebih absurd lagi menurut dia, yang mana balasan atau manfaat itu sama sekali ngga terlihat dan hanya bisa ‘dilihat’setelah mati. Dia menuliskan semua dalam bahasa Inggris dan dia gunakan kata ‘shit’ untuk merujuk semua hal di atas. Stupid people believe to this shit.

Hmm. 
Saya bukan tipe yang suka ngomentarin orang kecuali emang perlu dan menarik. Tapi, pernyataan seperti tadi benar-benar mengusik akal, hati, dan tangan. Akhirnya tergerak untuk komentar. 

Saya tau ini akan sensitif. Dan bener aja, jawaban dan tanggapan dari pertanyaan dan pernyataan saya dibalas dengan galak.

Sebenernya, saya ngga tertarik untuk campurin apa yang orang percaya. Makanya saya sempet telusuri dulu yang ngomong ini siapa. Diliat dari nama, punya marga batak Islam. Setau saya hampir semua batak dengan marga itu muslim.Makanya saya pengen nanya.

Saya nanya udah pernah ke tempat suci itu atau melakukan rukun yang kelima apa belum. Dia jawab sudah dan ngga tertarik untuk melakukan yang kelima. Saya bilang lagi, ngga apa-apa kalo ngga tertarik, tapi bilang menolol-nololkan orang yang percaya itu, dan dengan ‘sok taunya’ bilang yang didapat cuma pahala setelah mati, buat saya itu kurang pantes. Saya bilang bahwa dia mungkin ngga paham lebih dari sekedar itu.

Orang ini membalas dengan kerap mengulang satu kata ‘shit’ ini dan itu. Akhirnya, setelah dua kali, saya putuskan berhenti karena tau, ngga ada gunanya bicara sama yang kaya gini.

Saya jadi nanya ke diri sendiri. Kenapa musti komentar dari awal?

Sebel karena yang saya percaya diejek? Mungkin.

Saya ngga ada masalah dengan agama dan kepercayaan orang lain. Saya punya sahabat-sahabat deket non muslim dari SMA, yang beneran deket, punya murid-murid non-muslim yang saya sayang banget, dan setahun tinggal dalam satu kamar sama orang atheis yang saya suka banget karena baiknya. Semua tanpa saya peduli apa agamanya dan karena memang hubungan yang terjalin sama sekali ngga menyangkut agama.

Saya pun ngga bilang kalo yang saya percaya paling bener dan semua yang ngga percaya itu bodoh dan berhak saya cap sepertu itu. Mungkin ini yang buat saya tergerak buat nanggepin. Sebelum saya ngetik tanggepan saya, bener-bener saya pikir berulang kali, apa perlu, apa bener, apa pantes, dan sebagainya. 

Saya ngga suka juga beragumen dengan sesuatu yang ilmu saya juga ngga tinggi, lebih lagi menyangkut sesuatu yang orang masing-masing percaya. Males lah ya ngusik-ngusik yang hati orang percaya selama ngga nyakitin orang.

Saya mutuskan ngga memperpanjang karena ngeliat ngga akan menyenangkan buat diterusin. Tapi, saya pengen sekali ngeluarin yang saya pikir disini.

Buat saya, akal manusia itu terbatas. Sangat-sangat terbatas. Banyak hal yang terjadi dalam hidup saya selama tiga puluh tahun lebih itu diluar kalkulasi akal saya. Saya percaya, ada kekuatan lain yang lebih besar yang menggerakan semua hal baik  yang terjadi pada saya.

Terus hal yang buruk? Saya percaya, sesuatu yang buruk itu adalah gabungan dari kelalaian kita sendiri dan sisanya takdir. Hal tersebut ada untuk kita  belajar dan jadi orang yang lebih baik. Buat nemuin diri kita sendiri juga, bahwa ternyata kita lebih kuat dari yang kita tau. Dan setelahnya jadi manusia yang lebih berserah, lebih tau diri kalo kita ya emang bukan siapa-siapa, bukannya jadi lebih angkuh. 

Salah satu contoh, waktu hamil dan melahirkan Langit. Dari hamil itu hasil tes darah dengan d-dimer tinggi, udah minum obat untuk nurunin, suntik obat, tapi hasilnya ngga ngaruh banyak, sampe 8 bulan posisi bayi pun masih melintang, semua hal dan bukti yang bisa dilihat dengan kepala, mata dan akal manusia sudah merujuk ke oprasi sesar untuk melahirkan. Belom lagi ditambah badan kecil dan panggul sempit. Udah lah, hampir pasti sesar.

Tapi, hati saya ngga sepenuhnya nerima itu. Saya punya banyak (sekali) kekhwatiran yang buka sekedar soal materi. Kalo kebanyakan dipikir dengan akal, bisa meledak otak saya. Saya dan suami punya cukup tabungan untuk sesar pada waktu itu, biarpun suami lagi spesialis yang biaya juga ngga murah (sama sekali). Tapi, saya udah niat, punya anak itu keputusan dan tanggung jawab berdua, jadi ngga boleh ngharepin orang lain, lepas dari apa yang sedang kita hadapin.

Masih kebayang sih gundahnya saya tiap kontrol ke obgyn tiap bulan. Ngga ngerti juga itu d-dimer tinggi kenapa. Saya sih ngerasanya sehat-sehat aja ya. Saya masih kerja sampe sehari sebelum melahirkan. Kerja di dua tempat, jalan sendiri naik taksi ke yang jauh dan jalan kaki ke yang deket. Masih belanja ke pasar tradisional di bulan ke 9. Masih bisa ngerjain urusan rumah juga. Naik turun tangga juga ya biarpun berat ya dikerjain aja.

Saya sudah ngikutin semua yang dokter anjurin, obat, suntik, dan lain-lain, makan pun ngga pernah sembarangan, udah ngga kehitung berapa banyak artikel yang saya baca tentang nurunin, resiko dan akibat d-dimer tinggi. Udah nyeret kaki pergi ke RS sendiri berapa kali cuma buat cek d-dimer, ga peduli betapa takut dan bencinya saya disuntik, dan berkali-kali kok ngga turun secara signifikan. Frustasi. Tapi, itu semua hal konkrit sebatas yang akal saya bisa pikirkan dan usahakan.

Tapi, karena saya selalu percaya ada yang lebih besar dari akal sempit saya, saya kerjakan hal lain yang tentunya saya harapkan bisa meringankan sedikit beban saya. Tiap solat saya minta untuk dikasih jalan yang terbaik. Apapun yang dipilihkan, berikan yang terbaik yang mampu saya hadapi. Saya percaya banget, tanpa saya sebutkan gamblang, Allah tau semua kekhawatiran saya, tau mana yang saya lebih pilih. Maka itu, saya mintanya jalan yang terbaik, bukan minta dan ngatur sesuai yang saya mau.

Almarhum nenek saya pesan untuk baca Yasin tiap malam jumat. Saya ikutin, biarpun ya jujur aja, ngelawan rasa malas itu berat banget. Tapi, bersyukur banget ngikutin saran nenek saya, akhirnya sampai sekarang tiap malam jumat jadi rutin yang ngga boleh ditawar kecuali emang lagi haid.

Saya inget terakhir ke obgyn hari selasa, dan pas dicek, posisi bayi udah turun. Jadi tinggal tunggu waktu aja. Dua mingguan lagi karena masih minggu 37. Tapi, hari selasa dokternya ngomong gitu, rabu siang saya mulai mules. Kirain mules biasa aja. Kamis pagi makin mules. Abis zuhur, kaya ada flek sedikit. Trus nelpon rumah sakit mau daftar buat kontrol selasa depan, iseng nanya tandanya apa kalo udah harus ke rs.

Bilang mules dari kemarin tapi hilang timbul, barusan keluar flek, trus akhirnya disuruh dateng dulu cek aja. Boleh pulang lagi nanti. Setengah dua siang sampe, masuk UGD, dicek ternyata udah bukaan tiga. Kata dokter IGD tengah malam atau besok pagi kemungkinan. Dokternya juga baca hasil tes darah saya dan liat d-dimer yang tinggi dan komentar tentang lahir lewat oprasi. Saya agak shock sendiri lah kok cepet bener. Orang tadi siang niatnya cuma mau daftar kontrol dan iseng nanya.

Pindah ke ruangan jam empat kurang. Dokter obgynnya dateng dan cek udah bukaan lima. Dia bilang kemungkinan jam 9-10. Makin shock lagi kok malah tambah cepet. Jam lima kurang dicek lagi bukaan tujuh, setengah enam ketuban pecah, dicek bukaan sepuluh. 
Maghrib, kamis malam jumat, saya masuk ke ruang bersalin untuk melahirkan normal. Bukan ruang operasi. Setengah ngga percaya saya benar-benar akan melahirkan saat itu juga. Di hari jadwal rutin saya baca Yasin setiap malamnya. Di hari yang paling baik dalam Islam.

Dokter obgyn saya itu Profesor, sekaligus pemilik rumah sakit, yang pasiennya banyak. Ngga mungkin bantu saya melahirkan jadi pake dokter pengganti, yang ternyata menantunya dan juga kakak kelas suami saya. 

Saya masuk ruang bersalin jam 18.00, Langit lahir jam 19.35. Berkat sedikit kurang pinter saya ngeden jadi agak lama. Bisa lebih cepet kalo saya lebih pinter dikit😑.

Saya masuk jam setengah dua siang dan melahirkan jam setengah delapan malamnya. Enam jam. Ngga kehitung banyaknya blog orang yang saya baca nunggu bukaan naik itu bisa berhari-hari bahkan berminggu dan berujung dengan oprasi.

Saya siapkan uang dua puluh sekian juta untuk biaya melahirkan sesar dengan kamar yang nyaman sesuai paket yang ditawarkan rumah sakit. Hari ketiga saya pulang, dan berdiri di kasir, lihat tagihan. Total tagihan yang tertulis : kurang lebih hanya sepertiga dari yang kami siapkan. Semua biaya pada hari H, dokter obgyn, anak, anastesi, sampai kamar bersalin jumlahnya 0 rupiah.

Nol rupiah. Bahkan paket melahirkan normal tiga hari dengan kamar yang lebih bawah, di rumah sakit yang seoke itu ngga akan semurah itu.

Semua hal yang diatas, masih bisa cuma dipikir sama akal manusia yang dangkal? Masih bisa sekedar dibilang ya kebetulan aja dikasih cepat, gampang, dan murah.

Dengan lantang saya bilang : TIDAK.

Sungguh ngga. Ngga akan sampe dan sanggup akal kita mikir sampe sejauh itu dan bisa mengatur semua hal sedetil itu jadi kenyataan.

Makanya, kenapa saya sangat terganggu sama pernyataan orang di atas. Manusia yang cuma ngandelin otak dan ngerasa pinter sampe keblinger. Menaruh akal di atas semua. Lupa kalau matematikanya Tuhan ngga sama dengan matematikanya manusia. Apapun kepercayaan yang dianut.
Sampai bisa dengan lantang bilang (sombong buat saya), betapa bodohnya orang-orang yang percaya untuk bersusah-susah demi pahala yang juga ngga jelas didapetnya apa dan kapan.

Duh.

Pernyataan lain dari orang itu sempet muncul lagi, kali ini ini dia merujuk Al-Quran sebagai ‘the f*ck*ng book’ karena baca berita tentang hukuman rajam buat orang yang berzina di suatu negara.

Fiuh. Manusia dengan segala kepinteran otaknya. Keringetan dan kesian saya bacanya😓.

Jadi atheis atau berbeda kepercayaan sih hak asasi. Tapi mengeluarkan penyataan dan merujuk hal-hal sakral kaya gitu buat saya sampah. 

Pada akhirnya manusia emang butuh sesuatu untuk ‘dipegang’ dan ‘dipercaya’ buat jalanin hidup, apapun itu. Termasuk saya dan orang itu. 

Saya ngga akan ceramah panjang lebar. Cuma bisa dan mau berharap, semoga saya (dan keluarga saya) ngga akan pernah sampai menuhankan akal di atas segalanya. Semoga hati senantiasa dilembutkan dan dibukakan untuk melihat lebih banyak dan lebih dalam dari apa yang kedua mata tangkap. 

Beban hidup terlalu berat kalo cuma ngandelin diri sendiri yang kalo kelingking ngga sengaja kejepit pintu aja semua badan meriang.  Kita bukan apa-apa dan siapa-siapa tanpa semua yang dititipkan oleh Pemberi Hidup. Dicolek dikit juga bisa hilang kapan pun, dengan cara apapun.

Cuma selalu berharap, semoga Allah selalu ridho dalam setiap langkah sampai waktunya kembali. Sesulit atau sebahagia apapun hidup yang dijalani. 

Amin. Amin. Amin.

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A Greeting

To the one I owe every good things I have and I become of,

To the one whose hard works and kindnesses I could never repay,

To the one who set a standard about what, when, how, and why important things one should achieve in life,

To the one whose presence touched so many people,

To the one whose words were often hard, yet very rarely wrong,

To the one whose mind and money always went to others but herself,

To the one whose absence will always forever be mourned,

Joyeaux anniversaire, Madame Salma.

For showing us clearly and boldly how one should live and more importantly, how one wishes to return,
I could never thank you enough.
Merci beaucoup.

Bissoux,

Ta fille.

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Farewell Lessons

It’s unavoidable having a very noisy mind after witnessing a death, specially for the loved ones. It makes me recall lots of things I went through in the past.

I was taught the importance of having goals in life since a very young age. Being in the top five, went to good public schools, went to places I wanted the most, those were mostly measurable. Somehow, the goals have been rarely tangible. I have least interest in things.

A crucial moment which happened five years ago made me or force me having a new goal in life. The pain of missing the chance to say goodbye to my other grandmother lasted for a quite long time. Being thousand miles away during the final meeting with one I love so dearly was very torturing. Worse, I could do nothing to delay the farewell.

From then, I told myself, being present for those who matter a lot for me, in health and sick, happy and sad, life and death should be the guide how I will live my life forward.

The next big thing after my grandma’s death was my mum’s. I was so beyond lucky to finish my master degree when her sickness started. Even luckier that I had no permanent jobs at that time since I was in the middle of preparing for hajj departure and the wedding. 

In the middle of those big event preparation hassles, I still managed to accompany my mum to her doctor appointments, drove her here and there. As she would go hajj with me too, so it was double hassles.

I was with her on her last months, days, minutes, and the final breath. Though it made me become the most heart-broken, yet I felt that I was, am, and will always be the richest. I had the most memories, the greatest honour to be able the one who sent her off. Even after five years, tears couldn’t help falling reading those previous posts above.

It was painful for sure. But, I would still choose it than having none to be treasured. It’s soothing knowing I did my best to be with her during her final and hardest battle.

The chance came to me once again last Friday. When all things told me that it would be my grandmother last moments in the world, I was really grateful that I insisted to stay overnight with her, even more, stay right next to her ear to recite what most important she needed and wanted to hear for the last breath.

I had the honour too once again having my turn when she had her final breath. I kept accompanying her until we’re done with her funeral. 

Lots of her relatives from other towns came to her funeral. They made time to catch the earliest flight possible to send their last respect to her. From Palembang, Surabaya, and Banjarmasin, they put money or other things aside so they wouldn’t miss her farewell.

It makes me more certain about one thing. I am getting more and more assured that time is the most precious thing that a human could have in life.

We don’t give our most valuable things to just anyone. Such precious thing like time should be given to those who deserve it most. 

I want and choose to give this particular thing to ones who really matter to me. I find joy in staying more at home, taking care of my dad and others. Instead of making money but having less time, I choose making lots of time and having less money. Though it’s not always been easy, yet it’s satisfying.

I choose not to work on Thursday and Friday since two years ago. I want to have a peaceful sunnah fasting and having time for reading yassin leisurely after maghrib and breakfasting. I wouldn’t be able to do that if I am being tired from work. I want to have one special time, time when pray is being granted the most to be sent to those people I love.

I hope to keep this value for a very long time and want Langit to acquire a good understanding about this. 

82 years of living that my grandma had might sound so long. But, as we reach the end, really, life is indeed too short. Those years were just gone in a blink of an eye. It is a good reminder for us to choose wisely what and who really matter in our life.

Everyone choose differents battle to be fighting for in their life. Not all battle could be won and whether we like it or not, there will be battles that we lose. Choose well which one we want to win and with that comes ones that we have to lose.

I decided mine already and will keep going with that until the end. All things I live my life with, I am hoping for a happy ending to go through the hardest last battle in life.

At last, it reminds me about one important thing in life :

It doesn’t matter how you start, it matters a lot how you finish.

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Undelivered Tuna Sandwich 

The last two days have been the hectic, tiring, yet ones that become a new member of my precious memories collection.

It started with an unusual call from my cousin to le husband on Friday evening. When we saw the call I knew right away that it would be something related to my grandma.

It was right. My cousin who is also a resident, told le husband the grandma was unconscious with a very low blood pressure and he decided to bring her to the hospital right away.

At hospital, everything that could and should be done, had been done. She kept being unconscious, no blood pressure was able to be detected, her heart was largened, and we knew she’s been fighting for the final.

Once she was admitted to the ICU, I insisted a lot that she shouldn’t be left alone. I was persistently asked everyone there to take turn recited tahlil or Qur’an in her ear. I was the one who was staying by her side longest.

I asked le husband to take Langit home and asked permision to stay at the hospital with my father. I surely wouldn’t know when would be her due, but I wanted to be there as long as I could. Said to him, I would be home by morning, but for the night, I wanted to be with her, just in case, it would be the last time.

In the ICU, I kept reciting La Illa ha Illallah and syahadat in her right ear. Despite there were lots of things attached to her body, wires were everywhere, it was pretty uncomfortable for sure to stand while leaning to the bed. It was understandable my dad and aunts couldn’t do it for long.

I kept staring at the monitor and witnessing how the numbers were gradually lower. We’ve been told it mostly the medecine worked. We asked the nurse to gradually reduce the medecine and said we would take all those things attached to her body by morning,whatever condition she had. 

We fully accepted her condition and wished nothing to be done to her. We just needed to be allowed to stay by her side. Thankfully, the nurses had been very helpful and kind. I even borrowed Qur’an from them. At midnight, seeing I kept standing for hours, one of them offered me a chair, finally. 

I took turn with my father and aunt around 1.30 am. Tried to sleep though the chair was surely uncomfortable. When I woke up, my aunt also slept so it’s been only my father inside. I went inside to ask him to rest. 

When I entered, the number on the screen was zero and my dad said it’s been a while. Her heart was still beating slowly. My dad went out and I replaced him. Kept reciting the tahlil word continously and read yassin once. 

I didn’t really know the precise time, but the zero on the screen, once suddenly changed and went up to 61 then dropped again. After that I just realized it this morning, it might be the time when she’s gone. Not long after that, my aunt came and joined me.

Just ten ninutes to five am, the doctor checked and pronounced her death. Though I had been staying by her side almost all night, tears couldn’t help bursting out hearing she’s gone. Knowing there woudn’t be any other chances to be with her.

I kept accompanying her throughout the process. In the deceased room, in the ambulance to my home, bathed her for the last time, wrapped her in kafan, sat beside her in the ambulance that sent her to cemetry, until the last piece of soil put to her graveyard.

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It was Friday morning when I went to supermarket and found the rare burger bun available. Bought two packs with the thought of sending her the tuna sandwich she liked for Saturday’s breakfast. 

Sadly, it was undelivered and would never be delivered anymore. I hoped my presence that night, words and prays I recited the whole night could make up those undelivered tuna sandwich for her.

She had 82 years of life. Even the number amazed me. Eight successful children, fourteen grandchildren, and four great grandchildren, fifty year of marriage, and so many things that I even don’t know. For one to have such a long life must be a great blessing that is just not anyone could have. I wish she had a beautiful next life as she had in her previous.

Till we meet again, dear grandma. Have a good rest and happy reunion there.

Be sure that my pray will keep going for you.

A bientôt.

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Motherhood’s Choices

Life happens usually quiet for few weeks in 2017. Not that quiet actually. Been dealing with some exciting stuffs and hope everything goes well. Doing tons of reading about something you’re excited about is soothing and rewarding. There is always some new knowledge. 

The baby is doing fine. Getting chatty and smarter when it comes to get something that she wants through nagging, crying, and whining. Sometimes, it is hard to deal with.

I am not that kind of sweet,loving, and crafty mother type. I lose my patience often and regret it after (often too). It feels like the baby is having more patience than me. 

But then, the choice made to stay with my baby had been decided since long ago. I didn’t have any idea about being a (good) wife, but I am always in when it is about being a mother.

I decided long ago, I would be the main caregiver of my child(ren) once I signed up for parenthood. I have been never into career or office work. I knew I wanted to be a teacher since my elementary school days. Simply because I enjoyed those glorious six years of learning. I loved my teachers, my school, and felt so happy to be there. 

As I grew up older and had my first teaching job in my first semester of college, I was totally sold to teaching. It’s addictive and rewarding at the same time, more than just numbers or recognition.

Since I was also raised by a teacher, it gave more insights how this job doing to my mom’s parenting. It allowed her to be present for her children. Not the kind that always playing with the children or doing things together, but whenever we needed her, she was there.

She was a working mom as well. In our toddlerhood years, she took turn with my father. My father worked from morning till afternoon, went home then my mom left and worked until evening. She left two toddlers and a baby with my father. Left without no hassles. 

When we were left with our father, he didn’t need to do any messy things. My mom had done it all before she went for work. Basically, my father was only babysitting us and he could rest, as we had gone to bed as early as seven pm.

I worked full time few years ago and only survived for one and half years and switched to part time. It was one of the best decisions made. It felt so liberating. I could do more things I love other than teaching (working). I had more time for myself and turned out for my mother when she was sick.

I love money but I love free time more. It makes me happy when I am able to do my regular exercise in the morning, enjoying my breakfast religiously, not rushing here and there, not dealing with traffic jam every morning and afternoon, not being trapped in a building all day, having time to watch serials and korean dramas, and more, doing my prayers and religious things not in a tired condition. 

Having men and a baby to be taken care of is not an easy job. Can’t imagine how I could take care ones that matter for me the most while dealing with too much work outside.

When the baby came, I first had struggles to do those things while dealing with baby’s stuffs. But, as I highly needed those things to keep my sanity, so I put more efforts to have it. I reduced my working hours outside to gain some more peaceful time at home.

It’s a bless that I have been an early morning person thanks to my mother. I always woke up few hours before subuh to do stuff. Practicing piano at 3 am, learning for exams, and preparing breakfast. 

My mother had me and my sister took turn to prepare breakfast for the family since elementary school. It was up to us how we arranged it. Either one week straight or day by day. When piano exams months coming, I had to wake up even earlier so I could practice before breakfast. Breakfast is served before subuh in this house. I really want having what I had as a child once I am a mother.

Until now, it keeps going like that and the baby is surprisingly following the habit. She wakes up minutes before adzan, joins us for breakfast, having a tiny cup of tea or milk with fruit or bread, then sometimes she follows her dad to go to the mosque for subuh prayer, then joins me for Qur’an reading. Then, the real breakfast and the rest of the schedules are going as usual, more or less the same since she started eating. It’s funny remembering that I have been given almost all things that I want and what I have been picturing for a long time. 

Since the beginning of motherhood, I have been even given more. I didn’t trying hard to have vaginal birth since I had high d-dimer during pregnancy, I prepared more to have c-section, but it turned out I had vaginal one. I grew up with formula since birth,and I felt I had nothing against that so I prepared to do the same for my baby. Again, the more I read and know that there’s something better than that and worth to be fought for, I ended up breastfeed my baby up until now. Not yet succesful to wean.

For these two years, I couldn’t be more grateful to have the choice to stay with my baby. Choosing and having many things happened because of that choice are privileges that not everyone can afford. 

I stay at home most of the time while still able to have regular morning exercises class twice a week, go working for few hours three times a week, watch korean dramas daily, take care of my father and house stuff, not have to deal with traffic jam since my workplace is within walking distance and the other one is about 20-30 minutes driving. 

In the other side, I have a chance to witness how this little creature grows up day by day, from knowing nothing to lots of things, from being incapable of doing things until she masters some, being the one she turns to when she wakes up, feeding and taking care her with my own hands, and witnessing how some my habits (good and bad) followed by her precisely.

I absolutely earn much less money than pre-motherhood but alhamdulillah, it never feels less sufficient. It comes through any other ways beyond a human calculation. Putting money over things I consider more important turns out giving more than just larger amount in my bank account. I couldn’t count them enough. Really.

I choose to neglect my baby for a while and let her playing alone to write this, free of guilt. Even to the simplest choice, I believe there is no right or wrong in any motherhood choices we make. In the end, every mother is responsible for any choices that she makes in her life and the children’s. 

For the greatest responsibility that I consciously signed up and given perfectly, I choose one that I think the best way to bear the responsibility, which I consider most important. 

I hope to have the least regret in the future. Having too much absence, literally and unliterally, while I am still healthily present.
Then, time to go back to ‘work’ now.

Bonne journée!

Posted in Thoughts

New Year’s Wishes

Bonjour!!

It’s been quite some times after the last post in 2016. New number on the calendar means another year closer to the expired date. Haha, such a gloomy first greeting😀

I stopped having certain clear resolutions after 2012. It was when my steps were finally slowing down after several years running fast, hard, and going here and there a lot. 2012 was the year of fulfilled-dreams. Years after that, life had been more of living the real life dealing with marriage and motherhood.

2016 gave some surprises beyond the wildest thought. Never thought that Paris was finally checked in 2016. The long awaited and most wanted Paris was granted beautifully. 

But then, nothing good comes easy. 2016 also gave one of the most unpleasant surprises. Some relationships meant to be changed due to some circumstances. I nearly forgot there had never been great things fulfilled without having some precious ones taken, like 2012 did to me.

When most people said 2016 was absolutely terrible, I came to say it was terribly great in both ways. Paris was equally worth the pain.
After the big three dreams were all accomplished, I don’t have much to be looked forward to for personal stuff. The wishes become more abstract. Motherhood becomes top priority. I am pretty much done with myself.

So, let’s pray for more strength and patience to be bestowed to go through whatever life brings this year. Health and wealth in true faith until the end.

Amin.

Posted in Langit Senja, Maternité, Thoughts

It’s Matched!

I once wrote about five different things about Langit here.

Reading Pamela Druckerman’s Bringing Up Bébé can’t stop me from smiling. 

It explains precisely what I have been applying for these two years raising the baby, those all were done too in French parenting.

I also once wrote about this. It turns out that French gives more influences than I thought. 

After all, no wonder I love this country a lot.

Pamela Druckerman is an American mother who raises her daughter in Paris and found lots of fact how French children act differently from Americans,in a good way. 
Comparing to what happen in Indonesia, here is pretty similar with those American style. Reading this one will give another good point of view about parenting, which I have been doing and finding it works well with me. Very well. Not to say it is the best one, of course😊.

If you’re fond of any parenting books, try not to skip this one!

Posted in Maternité, Thoughts

School is (not yet) Cool

Parenting provides many theories that will give you headache when you try your best to follow them. It sounds good and ideal when you read them, but when you go to the real practice, nah, no single good theories seem fit to every parenting. 

Combinations of parents situation, support systems, child preference, and many other things that make one thing works well with some while fails for others. School, baby school to be precise, is one thing that we thought before would work well for the baby but turned out it didn’t.

School here means a playschool. An hour a week, with parents involved. We thought she needed some interactions with other same age kids, and my sister in law recommended one that her child attended.

The first term we joined the class, it was far from our expectations. The baby was hardly enjoy the activities, less attentive facilitators, more, it gives me anxiety. While other families were busy doing what’s been instructed, I was busy chasing the baby here and there. More, le husband was rarely present due to his shift schedules. So, when others were at least a team of two or even three, I was often a solo fighter. Eight out of eight meetings, never once we skipped it. No matter how anxious I had been, I am never a quitter.

Finished one term, did we give up? No, we signed for another term, reluctantly ( for me). Thought it might be better since she had it for the second time. Thought she would and should have been more familiar with the activities, the class, and others.

The second term turned out to be … not any better. It made at least both of the mother and baby felt tired enough. I decided to stop coming after six meetings. We had had enough. 

After she turned two few last weeks, the schooling idea was brought up again, more from her dad, to make the verbal skill better. I have been torn in between. In spite my hesitations here and there, I didn’t just sit around and wait. I visited nearby daycare and pre-school, asked about their programme, and sadly, not one suited me. Instead of explained what they have, do,and offer there, they went with the numbers we should pay first. Such a major turn off.

Last week, she had a trial in another one with le husband while I was working and the result was pretty much same. She couldn’t stand being inside for quite some time, doing any sitting activities, but survived well in the playground.

I am getting more and more certain, she hasn’t been into and ready for school yet.

I decided and had it pictured from a long time ago, once I am a mother, I will stay with my child while working for several hours, in certain days. Lucky enough, the wish is granted. I work three days a week, for maximum of four hours, in a close distance workplace from home. Even one of them is within walking distance.

I strongly believe, no matter what and how, the best nurture in early life of a child comes from the mother. I believe the baby’s first and best school is the one at home with the mother. Even in Islam, it says the children first madrasah (school) is mother. No matter how lazy,ignorant or whatever bad things the mother has, guess no mothers want their child to be lack of something. Same goes with me.

I might be not that expert, nor patient, but I surely care about my own baby. Taking care the baby alone pushes me to read and read more. Combine it with my own intuition, up to now, we’re doing good. Alhamdulillah. I dare say, except the verbal skill, the baby is somehow doing differently well from others, like these and this.

I have been pushing myself to go out more often,bring the baby to groceries, driving somewhere nearby, enjoying ice cream at the restaurant, just two of us alone. Surprisingly, I enjoy it a lot. Even more pleasant, the baby seems happy too. We sing during driving, mentioning name of things, or eating snacks. She sits nicely next to the driver, me.

We have a singing time every Wednesday morning. Sing the children songs while I am playing piano. She is able to sit only up to four songs, the rest she is doing it while going here and there.

Then, today I found a very good reading that matched my questions about sending a baby this age to school. The answers bring my confidence back and happy that what I believe is something that I can still hold on to.

The current best school for my baby is still at home, with me.

Have a good read on this one!

Posted in Past learning, Thoughts

The Other Side of November

Like everything in this world, there’s always two sides of something. So is November. After the happy occasion, then we move to the other side.

It’s been four years, yet it still can’t be helped to remember every details without flowing tears. A dark rainy afternoon made the pain felt more hurt and real. As if the sky was crying a lot with her gone.

The one who set the standard how one should live. Do your best, dream and make it real, finish what you have started, give a lot, trust your own self and your God the most, don’t take what is not yours, and know how to feel enough with what you have and been given. 

The one who had the honour to left exactly two weeks after Hajj, paid her zakat, fasting for five days, done ashar prayer, and recited syahadat. 


The one who really showed the best way one should live and the most wanted way one would return.

The woman I call mother.

In this life, I have so many things I have been so grateful for. Being my mom’s daughter was, is, and will always be on the top of my list.

It’s greater than gratefulness. It’s an honour to be given birth, raised, and loved by her.

Sending my best prayer for the one I love the most.

Till we meet again, bu…

Posted in Places, Thoughts, Travel

7 Days in Paris (With A Toddler)

It’s been quite some times this one is saved on the draft. It is not a typical clean, straight, and easy to read itinerary. Too wordy. This one is for me to remember.
Why do I put the words on the bracket? Because, the places we chose to visit, when and where also  halfly decided according to the baby. We decided to visit some places in the last minutes.

We started wandering from the very first day we set the foot in Paris. We went out twice a day daily. The morning trip was for main attractions while the afternoon one for the ones within walking distance from our appartment, or just short trip by bus. 

We had a break during morning and afternoon, resting and lazing around while doing photos posting and also prayed once our jama qashar time had expired on the third day. 

We went out around 8.30-9.00 until 13.00 – 14.00, had a break until ashar around 16.00-16.30, then continued wandering until maghrib, around 18.00-18.30. During our stay, daylight saving time, the changing time from autumn to winter happened, so the pray time also became an hour earlier, so was our afternoon trip. 

(Half) Day 1 – afternoon trip only

11.30 : arrived at Charles de Gaulle. 14.00 : check-in, cleaning,resting. 15.30 : first wander around neighbourhood and happened to arrive at Sorbonne University. Then, we stopped by at Franprix for small groceries.

Day 2

Morning trip

9.15 : Monge Mutualité bus stop to Eiffel Tower.

We spent time around park Champ de Mars, the yard in front of Eiffel Tower taking pictures, then crossing the street and found a carousel near Pont d’Iena. Played with Langit for one round, then climbed up to Trocadero.

We proceeded to the unfamous Rue Clér where le husband wanted to see a pop up market and ended up resting in one of the cafe enjoying baguette and hot tea.

14.00 : Back to appartment

Afternoon trip

16.30 : heading to Pantheon by walk. It was close to closing time and our intention was to buy Museum Pass for visiting Louvre and Versailles on the next following days.

Museum Pass is available in almost all museums and main attractions. It is available based on the days validity, either 2 days, 4 days, or 6 days. We only bought for two days. Honestly, I halfly regreted it. 96 euros for two persons couldn’t be used effectively. I prefered use the rest of it for more food or anything else. Never mind, anyway.

From Pantheon, we were heading home and accidentally found a small book store in a smal alley where we stopped for a while. I found some interesting children pop up books. I adore pop up books and ended up went home with three of them.

We then wandered along Boulevard Saint Germain. Watching people, taking pictures, enjoying the lively Latin Quarter. I am not into crowd, but really, I love Latin Quarter. It was crowdy in a pleasant way, for me. Listening the noise of people talking French, I love that sound!


Day 3

Morning trip

8.45 : Heading to Jardin Tuilleries and Musée du Louvre

We took a breath and wandered aroun Jardin Tuilleries for  a while. Rows of autumn trees with morning sunlight were so amazing. It was quite cold and we had a smokey breath.

We arrived at Louvre and luckily skipped the long line. Not because of we had Museum Pass with us but the baby. We went straight to the middle door while having the people stared at us.

Enjoying Louvre for only two sections. Middle age and Islamic Art. I have never been into any art or museums actually. But, Louvre has quite stunning collections. We also saw the reverse triangle before heading to Printemps.

Done with Louvre, we went out and had a lunch nearby. Then, we crossed the street and waited for the bus to Notre Dame. It took quite a while until the bus came, so Langit and I enjoyed playing on the bridge while watching ferries passed by The Seine. I don’t know why, I love watching Seine. Just stood up and watched felt pretty soothing.

13.00 : Notre Dame

We lined up for this one, but of course the line wasn’t as long as Louvre. Surprisingly, there was no entrance ticket checking although we had the Museum Pass with us. 

In Notre Dame, we were just having a round tour. Since I am not going to church, so I didn’t find any particular interest for it. Beside, it was pretty dark inside, so we hadn’t be able to see and actually understand well what had been shown there.

After Notre Dame, we went home by walk.

Afternoon trip

16.30 : Jardin du Luxembourg

The second Jardin for today. Jardin du Luxembourg is a large and beautiful one. Langit enjoyed playing, running, chasing bird, and she was so eager to jump to the pond where some ducks were enjoying their afternoon. We stayed there until the gate almost closed at 18.00. 



Day 4

Morning trip

8.10 : heading to Chateau de Versailles.

It was Saturday morning and we had planned in advance to go north west to Versailles. Versailles is located outside Paris and we needed to take RER C train to get there. We catched the 8.30 bus from Clunny La Sorbonne metro station.

RER train is above my expectation. I thought it is just like KLIA express. But, it turned out bigger and more spacious. It is a double decker train. For departing trip, we chose the below seats while chosed the upper ones for return. The train was quite empty. The fare is slightly higher than metro. For return tickets, we paid 14 euros for 2 persons.

Versailles is one that I was really eager to visit. I read a lot about it, had it pictured in my head about how beautiful it is. Many forums said although the line would be quite long, it would be worth the time doing it. So, I was so full of hope.

Sadly, it was only one third came true. On that Saturday, it was pretty full. The line was quite tolerable, but not the tourists. Specifically, those pretty loud, annoying large group of tourists from China. There were a lot of them, liked taking selfies in almost every pictures, and really, so unpleasant. I skipped rooms where I saw a bunch of them inside. We went around to the King’s room and the main palace. It was surely beautiful. We skipped the park since the museum pass didn’t include the park. Another 9 euro per person is needed to enter the park. Thank you, 18 euros can be saved for a good lunch.

It was colder in Versailles than Paris. So, we finished the main palace, rested for a moment in one of the benches while sipping hot chocolate and sandwich we brought, then went back to metro station for another RER train riding to Paris.

10.30 : back from Versailles and heading to Centre Pompidou
This one was my husband’s idea knowing our museum pass would be expired this day. I was quite against it since I knew that none of us were really into art, let alone modern art. When we saw the queue, I was getting more uninterested. So, we canceled and just wandered around the area while searching places for lunch. We ended up having an outdoor lunch on.

13.00 : Back to the apartment

Afternoon Trip

16.30 : Shakespeare Company and street musician watching around Notre Dame.

Shakespeare Company had been one of a must visit for me and le husband for a different reason. I am Before trilogy shipper and this book store is the place where Jesse and Celine meet again in Before Sunset. While le husband’s reason is the book store is where Hemingway published his first book.

The book store is very small. There was a short queue in front of its door because the number people inside is being limited. We didn’t line up. Next to the book store, it has the cafe. We planned to sit and enjoy some coffee, but it was full.

So, we walked nearby and decided to enjoy the almost evening in one of the bridge with Notre Dame view, watching street musician, sitting on the bench,eating chocolate, and enjoying the sunny autumn breeze. 

Doing merely those simple things, in a place I have been longing for long time, made my heart so full.

18.00 : stopped by at Mason George Larnicol Macarons.

On the way home, we stopped by to buy our first macarons in Paris. We once wanted to buy Ladurée in Versailles. But, it was too expensive and we couldn’t buy it for one or two pieces. We had to buy a pack of eight for 16 euros. Olala, c’etait trop chér pour nous. Two euros for a small macaron, I’d rather go for two pieces of small croissants.

When we passed George Larnicol, it was quite full and the writing on the glass wal said we could buy one or two and it costed only 0,7 euro per piece. Ouiiii, trés bon!! I ended up buying eight and paid 5,6 euros for them. One third from Ladurèe’s. The best part was, they were all good. All flavors were really good. Coffee, chocolate, lemon, and strawberry. 

The baby was sleeping when we bought it, then woke up found her parents were munching something and left her behind. We planned to divide the macarons four for each of us. In fact, I ate two, while le husband and the daughter ate three.

Day 5

Morning trip

08.30 : Heading to Pére Lachaise Cemetry then proceed to Bastille.

Here is where some famous ones like Chopin, Jim Morisson were buried. It is a very large area of cemetry. The ambience was far from creepy and somehow, peaceful. The sound of bird chirping, the sunny autumn breeze were perfect. We took turn to go to certain tomb we would like to visit since the road was not suitable for stroller. The baby was sleeping. I paid my respect to Chopin while le husband paid to both Chopin and Jim Morisson.

Done with the deads, we had a very looonggggg walk to Bastille. It was Sunday, the bus was quite rare. So, le husband suggested that we better took a walk instead of waiting for the bus. What he didn’t tell me it would be a very long and far. I had my face changed from smiley to wrinkled and grumpy. I love walking in Paris. It has no sweat, make us warm, and enjoying the scenery by our own pace. No rush.

BUT, not that far. More, le husband just wanted to see a market. A Sunday market. While I was so impatient to go to… Champ Éllysées.

We didn’t stay for long in Bastille. Bought a croissant and macarons there and the baby rode on a carousel which a failed one. She cried hard once it was running. Surprised because she was there alone, without me or her dad. 

11.30 : Heading to Champ Éllysées

It was one of the rare chance if metro riding. It took no line changing from Bastille to Champ Éllysées and quite a lot stops. So, it was worth the hassle climbing up and down the stairs carrying a stroller and a baby.

We arrived at the world most famous shopping avenue and got into a Disney Store to meet my sister’s request. Champ Éllyesées is such an eye candy. Famous brands are on the left and right side. The scent is surely different. But, guess it wasn’t my happy place. Too crowd and stuffy. 

We had a lunch at Brioche Dorée after couldn’t stand the queue at McDonald. Honestly, I wasn’t good to have my precious euros spent on McD. Glad we found Brioche Dorée and very very satisfied with everything that we eat. Tuna sandwich,  Pizza Poulet Curry, a croissant, and hot chocolate. 

We walked along Champ Éllysées until we saw the grandeuse Arc de Triomph, another Paris iconic monument. It was a clear blue sky when we took some pictures of it while waiting for the bus to back home.

That day also daylight saving time happened. The hour becomes an hour late as the result of season transition from autumn to winter. It changes the prayer time too. We rushed to go home thinking zuhur time was almost up. It turned out my watch still showed the old one.

Afternoon Trip

16.15 : Monoprix second visit and shoes searching.

We spent the afternoon trip by walking along Boulevard Saint Germain looking for shoes, for me and some affordable things for the family. We stopped by at Monoprix to buy some food. Entered few shoes store but ended up with nothing. I always buy when it only suits me in everything. Other than that, I skip it.

Day 6

Morning trip

08.30 : Grande Mosquée de Paris and Jardin des Plantes

The mosque is one of our must visit.     It is located in a quiet neighbourhood in 6th arrondisement. When we visited there, we were the only visitor. We did two rakaat prayer there.

Done with the mosque, Jardin des Plantes is only in another turn. I really envy these Parisiens for having lots of beautiful Jardin around their city. Jardin des Plantes, though is not as beautiful as Luxembourg and Tuileries, still, enjoyable.  A group of oldies was doing a light exercise there. We strolled around slowly and stopped by the bench, sipping our hot chocolate.

10.00 :  Heading to Rue de Commerce

We decided to visit Rue de Commerce in an instant, knowing the nearest metro stasion is the line that took us directly to Rue de Commerce. Such a good coincidence.

Rue de Commerce is located in 15th arrondissement where many small shops are available, which these were more suitable for us than Champ Éllysées. We strolled from one corner to the other, entered almost every shoes stores in the right and left side. Finally, le husband went home with a pair of black suede ankle boots and I brought a man’s leather sling bag for my father with a very decent price with such good quality. My shoes were still not available there.

Afternoon Trip

We didn’t go to any particular places this afternoon. We decided to sit and relax enjoying a crepe in one of an outdoor cafe nearby. Living as Parisiens felt so good.

Day 7

Morning Trip

08.30 : Heading to Galeries Lafayette and Opera

We previously wanted to see Montparnasse Tower. But, after some discussions, we decided to visit Galeries Lafayette and Opera. Galeries Lafayette is a large Department Store located in 9 arrondissement. It wasn’t opened when we arrive there and it was quite unbelievable that people were queuing in EACH of its entrance waiting for the door to be opened. Most of them were Chinese mainland tourists. It was so packed.

I decided to cross the street and looked for the shoes in a less crowded store. Then, after days of searching, it was over. I found mine on the strees across Galeries Lafayette. Done with my shoes, we still went inside the department store to look what it is like.

The famous expensive brands were all there. Another queue happened in the famous Louis Vitton store. It was enjoyable sight seeing, watching people patiently lined up just to buy things with the famous brand. No, it’s not cynical at all. For me, it was something pleasant to see since I guess I would never do such thing even if I had the ability to buy it one day. But then, who knows?;)

We decided to have lunch at the restaurant next to our apartment for our last lunch in Paris. This restaurant was almost always full whenever we passed by. We had a very delicious Chicken Basque with a very big portion there.

Afternoon trip

I had a solo walk for the afternoon trip to the souvenirs shops near Notre Dame while the baby and le husband were spending time in the park nearby. I followed them to the park when I was done. 

Walking alone on the last evening in this beautiful city felt quite sentimental. It had been a very great pleasure to be there. Staying in one of the most lively yet less touristy boulevard, in a nice small apartment that we loved so much, were beyond what we expected to have. 

When others say Parisiens are not friendly, we had been met with those friendly ones. Wherever we went, whatever we asked, we had met the nice ones. Really.

I wonder if my mum could see how happy I had been for those past 7 days from up there. My heart felt like bursting out of happiness.

Those twenty something years of waiting to set my foot in this city was truly paid off beyond my best expectation.

After all, dreams are meant to be executed. The feeling of having all three big dreams executed very well is incredible.

I think I can live and survive any hardships in the future by remembering these great journeys for the rest of my life.

Master degree abroad 2012 : checked.

Hajj 2012 : checked.

Paris 2016 : checked.

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“And  when you have a dream, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting”.

Paulo Coelheo, The Alchemist.

Thank you for your great conspirations, Universe.