Boom clap the sound of my heart
The beat goes on
Nana nana nana nana
...
This post is about the
sound that I hear everyday now. A kind of sound that I’ve been missing for
months when I was so-called sturggling with the deadlines, duties, people’s
feeling, and so. Even, I’m not saying that I’m now off duties, but, ...
well here it goes.
Tok-tok-tok-tok-tok
First thing first, it’s
not the sound of someone’s knocking the door. The next clue is that, there we’re
gonna hear “yes, sekarang elu ngeceng!” Yup, we’re playing Congklak like all
the time. Not a fancy one, I said. It’s just the plactic one and color with
red, which was bought in Abang-abang(what are you trying to say, Nin?). Okey,
the happy part of this is that I played it with my sister and......my mum.
Yeah, you may think that it’s just a simple thing to do, but for me, it’s one
of those reasons that make my mum so special to me and my sister, (instead of every mum is must be so special
to their children), because she’s not only making me as her child for some
situations, but she also can make me as her friends. That make us compliment
each other, or complain, or argue, or play, but still one thing that I’m sure
about her is that she loves this little heaven on earth called, family. I feel
blessed then.
Kres-Kres-Kres-Kres-Kres
I remebered that moment
in kindergarten when my teacher asked me, “Anin mau jadi apa?” And I answered
surely proud (and innocently) without any doubts, “Mau jadi Tukang Risoles”. You
may laughed, but it’s okay. Even I found it silly, somehow, but maybe it
because I always saw this routines in my house, when my mom made a lot of
cakes, but not for me, one of those cakes that she made and is my favorite,
risoles. So, this is what I actually do, during my holiday, helping my mum
making all of those cakes, Rainbow Cakes, Putu Ayu, Risoles, Klepon, Cake Tape,
Cake Ketan, etc. And that sound is the sound of the carrots which I cut into
the cube shape, ½ or 1 kilos a day, and I’m happy doing it, it feels like, back
to the old days, because I can’t do it in Solo. It’s also the reason, why I put
“Make a Bakery or a coffeshop complete with those deli-cakes” on my dream-list
to be happened for the next 4 or 7 years ahead. Woohoo, God bless me!
Cring-cring-cring-cring
Since my dad has passed
away around 5 years ago, so it’s impossible to have a little baby here in my
house, and the fact that I’m not married..........(yet). But, there is this
cute little boy, named Arjuna, and we call him Juna. He’s cute, he’s totally
cute, we three, me my mum and my sister, love children like a lot, even that
was the natural personality that every woman has, I guess. So, my sister love
to bring him to my house, since he is my neighbor’s baby, and we play around
together, he sometimes sleep in our bedroom, play with us, Oh he’s so cute.
Oke, this paragraph is turning into annoying paragraph that is only adoring
without giving any description about it, lol. And “cring-cring-cring” is the
sound of the ball that will make that kind of voice when we shake it, the thing
that my 13 years old sister bought to be kept in our house, so Little Juna will
not be bored when he play in our house, how cute she is (sometimes). And with
the way my sister sometimes keep Juna, I found a figure of mum that is
dominated in her soul, I don’t know. Maybe because she’s the closest one with
my mum, after daddy passed away, and as the moment went by, some people started
to say “Anin ki, plek bapake”. Well,
to whom do am I supposed to be similiar to, if it’s not with my dad or mum?
Srek-srek-srek-srek
No, it’s not like the
sound effect in any horror movie, it’s the sound of my dream. No. It’s the
sound of my handwriting in my little notebook to write my dreams. Since it’s a
new year, (even I actually don’t really
care if it’s a new year or not, because I believe that every day is a brand new
day), I make some targets and a kind of timeline that some dreams gotta be
realized. Well, one of them is I want to see how Islam touch the other side of
this world, I want to know how those western people see Islam, not just from
the media I read or heard or watch everyday, I want to make it as a field-trip
not only to see how the other country is, or what their culture are. I want to
learn about what do these people see Islam, how Musleem or Musleemah survive
everyday as a minority in a country, I want to learn how do these Musleem keep
their spirit for da’wah or how the Musleemah wear hijab confidently there. So,
I put Australia as a dream to be realized for 12 months ahead. And I’m doing my
reasearch with some friendsfor the project to Japan, and the most important
thing is for the kids. Here’s my dream, I want to see Islam as fragrant as
cherry blossoms, and as warm as Koala. Aamiin.
So, it’s not only picture
that has a thousand words, cause today I write about 4 sounds and it contents
with these almost one thousand words. No wonder, I ever heard, if you want to
know more, you got to keep yourself in silence and just listen, that how the
earth speaks to you.
And dream is only a
dream,
Unless you get up,
And make it real.
Cheerio!
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