Major Characters in Othello

taken from http://students.cis.uab.edu/black790/Othello.html

Othello 

Othello is a black –Moor, and is a Christian. He is the general of the armies of Venice. Although he is a black, people respected him due to his eloquent and powerful profile. People recognized him as a strength man and a clever general.

However, he is not a forcefully man. He possesses a psychological disorder or syndrome like that. When Iago told him about Desdemona and Casssio, the depiction of the story appears in his mind which makes him hurt and sick. Iago made the best use of this condition to separate him with Desdemona, and take over his authority. He is really in jealous till he kill Desdemona. 

Desdemona  

She is a gentle woman. She secretly married to Othello, the moor, because she knew that her father and might some white people do not like it. His father was Venetian senator, Brabanzio.

Desdemona really love Othello, and won’t be poles apart from him. She does not contemn Othello like others because of racial issue. She also a faithful wife who wants always getting on together with Othello. When Othello appointed to do his duty as a general in Turkey, Desdemona begs to follow him.

Desdemona for those who know him, such as Cassio and Emily, is e benevolent woman. That is why Cassio asked Desdemona to help him clarifying his problem with Othello.

Otherwise she is a true lover; her heart was not blinded by love. She still uses her smart mind. She realized that Othello has been provoked; she challenged Othello to find proofs that Desdemona was adultery. Desdemona finally killed by Othello because of his silly jealous. 

Iago

Iago is one of Othello ensigns, anoter is Cassio. He is a racist. I said so because he actually does not agree the marriage between Othello and Desdemona, white-black. He help Roderigo to win Desdemona heart, beside of racism, I think the highest motivation of it is money. He has been paid for help Rodrigo.

And when he helped Cassio, it is actually just an intrigue. In fact, he keened on Cassio’s position. He wanted to be lieutenant. He construct the situation that make Cassio in bad side, he made Cassio drunk then fight with a man from Cyprus. Then he testified before Othello as if he on Cassio side. He is good at manipulation.

He also created a story about Desdemona and Cassio for Othello. He told and showed him scenes as if Cassio and Desdemona were in love. He asked her wife, Emilia, to bring him Desdemona’s kerchief, the he inserted it to Cassio’s room. Othello were mad to now that Desdemona’s kerchief has been found in Cassio’s room. He was absolutely success to break up that couple.  

He is a big fat villain.

Emilia

Emilia is Iago’s wife. He really knew what his husband is. He knew that Iago is not an honest man. She works as Desdemona’s attendant and is attached to her. At first, she did not realize that the conflict between Othello and Desdemona was set up by Iago. However, she finally know it, the clue is how can Desdemona’s kerchief she stole for Iago is founded in Cassio’s room.

The time she found Desdemona lied dying on her bed, she tried to tell Othello that it all were Iago’s intrigues. She told her distrustful of her husband to Othello. She died in Iago’s hand; Iago killed her because her witness that Desdemona does not fault but Iago the villain.    

gelisah

ini gelisah bermuara dua

lari atau maju

diam atau bergerak

ini gelisah datang, saat kau sadar akan bodoh

Laskar hijau,,,

pertama kali ke laskar hijau, di Klakah, Lumajang, bulan juli tahun 2010,, lupa dah tanggal pastinya. waktu itu ceritanya bareng Ariph ()yg make topi kupluk) Muchlasin (di pojok kanan) nemenin winda (jaket merah putih) liputan. selama di sana ditemenin ma Noven...

langsung jatuh cinta we, pengen ke sana terus, nanam pohon, merawat tanaman,,,. melakukan hal-hal sederhana yg sudah mulai dilupakan orang banyak.

Maluku

bukan indonesiaNUS
bukan indonesiYAH
tapi INDONESIA saja

:mengenang peristiwa '99

arek2 B1

foto bareng teman2 PKPBA B1. jaman masih maba, smester I & II (masih imut ya?)
pkpba; sebenarnya melelahkan. bayangkan aja kuliah mulae jam 2 siang mpe jam 8 malam.. busyet dah. untung aja ada istirahat sholat bentar. serunya pkpba, py teman byk, dari jurusan mana aja ada di satu kelas. bisa kenal rohman, dari bahasa arab, ariel, dari ekonomi, badriah dari psikologi, firda dari biologi... pokoknya seru deh.

palagi kyak yg di foto ini nih, jalan2 ke wbl...
emang sih nguras tenaga, dompet; tapi tak apelah.....

kapan lagi bisa rame2 gini...

Because She is a Woman

Title                     : Agora

Directed by          : Alejandro Amenabar                   

Produced by        : Fernando Bovaira and Álvaro Augustin

Written by           : Alejandro Amenabar and Mateo Gil

Starring               : Rachel Weisz and Max Minghella
Music by             : Dario Marianelli

Cinematography  : Xavi Giménez

Editing by            : Nacho Ruiz Capillas

Release date(s)    : October 9, 2009 (2009-10-09)

Running time        : 126 minutes

Country               : Spain

Language            : English  

Agora is a biopic of Hypatia, a female mathematician, philosopher and astronomer of Roman Egypt in 4^th century. Rachel Weisz stars as Hypatia, act as an independent woman in a history which highlight the relation between religion and science. Christian versus Greco-Roman polytheism in Alexandria.

It is told in the film that Orestes (Oscar Isaac), her pupil at the Platonic school, and Davus, her slave were in love with her. Orestes, moreover, declares his love to Hypatia trough playing music in a public theatre, in front of many people. Whereas Davus only secretly in love.

As a woman, in some cases, Hypatia was lucky to be born as daughter of Theon (Michael Lonsdale), the director of the Museum of Alexandria, beside she is also an independent scientist, and she has some peculiarities that others do not have. She can speak up her mind in Agora, a gathering place in ancient, or teach at school.

However, whatever will be Hypatia is just a woman, when Orestes love and want to possess her, she just such a prey. That is why she rejects Orestes' love and prefers to be a freedom woman.

Two men who have conversation with Theon the day when Orestes declared his love, seems to represent what the society of Roman Empire think about woman. These two men jokingly suggest Theon to accept Orestes love and let them married. Hypatia is great woman people indeed, but as woman she does not get her blessing yet till she gets married. This is Theon's answer.

"Hypatia subjected to a man? without freedom to teach, or even to speak up her mind." You may agree that Hypatia is lucky to have father like Theon.

The struggle of Hypatia does not finished yet. She should fight against Christian to won her love of science. Her research about the heliocentric model of solar system which proposed by Aristarchus contradicts to the 'truth' of Christian. She investigates that the world is sphere. Due to this objection, Hypatia is forbidden to teach at school. In Christian, the only one who knows about the world is God. All is written in bible, so just believe it and do not question it.

Several years later, Orestes become the prefect of Alexandria, and had converted her belief to Christianity. While Synesius (Rupert Evans), one of Hypatia's students, become the Bishop of Cyrene. Both are immersed in a situation after religious commotion, Christian monotheism against Roman-Greco polytheism (science) –Christian called them as pagan. Both of them still appreciate Hypatia as their teacher. Moreover, Orestes yet loves her.

Cyril, stars Sami Samir, sees that Hypatia influences much over on Orestes. Cyril does not accept if the governor is smitten by any other Christian, especially only a woman. Therefore, he set up a public ceremony to force Orestes subjugate her. Synesius also come to rescue her if she agrees to be a Christian. Under all circumstances, Hypatia refuse to be a Christian, she loves science very much. She said that if she becomes a Christian she cannot explore her love on science anymore, because in Christian people are not free even only asking.

Hypatia is accused by Cyril as a witch, he successfully convince the Christendom to kill her. The parabalani then find her, they strip her naked and stone her to death. Anyhow, before that Davus, based on Hypatia permission, suffocates her till die, so when they stone her, she does not feel any pain. 

doc.istimewa?

ngangenin

haduh.. ini ni ha-er-de inovasi yang geje..
suka lari kalo ada kerjaan. saling lempar kewajiban. yg paling diandalin mbak zi,, walo sering gak bisa ditemui di ukm..

dari kiri: mbak ozy, nophy (aku), mbak em-yu, dan winda

She is the one

She cheers me up when I sad
She raises me up when I desperate
She treats me like a father to his children;
giving them candy, kite, and rollcoaster

 
She stays there: bestowing me with planty of mercy
So I can smile
She hugs me tight: showering me with seas of affection
So I can laugh
She is so kind like mother to me;
cooking my breakfast and sewing my blanket

 
You know,
She is the one in my heart
No one can replace her
I love her wherever, whenever
: she is my god

 

Malang, 7 Juni 2011

 

Musrifah? so why...

“Walk before, me. I don’t want anyone see me wearing this jeans.” Nur told her friend. It such a disgrace thing if she, who once became musrifah (female supervisor) wearing jeans. She put on grey veil, grey jacket, and jeans.

It was dark outside, Nur got up at 03:30, or at least before the Dawn pray. After that, she leaded the students of Umu Salamah, Ma’had Sunan Ampel Al ‘Ali to study about English vocabulary. It is called shobahullughoh. Next, she conditioned an accompanied the student to join the reciting Kitab program. All of these programs will have end at 06:30.

It is usual for them to hold that activity outside the mabna, it can be in the field, in front of SC building, behind rector building, everywhere at campus. If you see some girls crowd round a girl that might be a group of musrifah with her students doing shobahullughoh.

Yeah, that was the regular activities of a supervisor or Musrifah of Ma’had Sunan Ampel Al ‘Ali, the boarding house for fresh student of UIN Maliki Malang. She above refers to Nur Winda Safitri, a student of English Language and Letter Department.

She became musrifah when she was in her second year in this campus, at third and fourth semester. Since June 2009 to June 2010, she almost did that routine morning activity every day, otherwise on red letter days or official national holidays. She became musrifah of Ummu Salamh, a mabna near by Ulul Albab Mosque and A building.
From 06:30 to 20:00 is time for her to spend her need as a student. She goes to campus, studies at class, and passes the rest time at UKM (unit Kegiatan Mahasiswa). Later, before the fresh female students back to mabna, buildings such a flat for student in ma’had, she should stand by there. Sometimes, musrifah will stand beside the door, if there is a student back more than 9 pm o’clock, they will be punished.

At night, according to the schedule, the musrifahs only have a program of reciting kitab. However, they have many unscheduled times for some activities such as meeting among musrifah in Umu Salamah, inter-mabna, or with both Musyrif (male supervisor) and musrifah of Ma’had. It begins after praying Isya until undetermined time, but mostly end at eleven o’clock or more.

What a boring orderly schedule, eh? May be yes, may be no. The important that these activities have bothered her study is true. In the morning for example, sometimes Nur has a class on 06:30 while reciting kitab still in progress. To anticipate it, she prepared all things before the scheduled programs after daybreak begin. Meanwhile in the night, most of the time has been stolen for meetings till she did not have enough time to study. “It really bothers me. I need time to express my interest at UKM and to study.” She avowed.

What can she does? That was a consequence being a musrifah. Other consequences are not allowed to date someone and wear jeans. It is such an unwritten agreement that it is a taboo for a musrifah has a boy friend. Moreover, the students should not know about it. In ma’had, not only female students, but musrifahs also were forbidden to wear jeans. They may wear skirt, cotton trouser, or jubbah. As if the virtuousness can be judged from what they wear.

In some occasion, if mabna plans an event and they do not get money from ma’had, they have to contribute their money or ask the contribution of student. As a musrifah, the nominal account may be not too big. On the other hands, we all know that students expensively pay for ma’had. Should they go the pace again?
The first time she applied for that position, as someone who graduated of Islamic boarding school, she thought that it is time to serve and share her knowledge sincerely. She did not ask for any fee-paid money. Some of those who still stand as musrifah as same as her, most of them are graduate from Islamic boarding school who used to live in that way. While others, might consider it as charity deed.

In fact, a musrifah did not be paid, but they are free for charge living cost, free for living in ma’had. Compare it with fresh students, they have to pay about 4-5 millions, whereas sophomore level who wants to live at ma’had should pay about 2 millions. Besides that, at the end of leadership, all musyrif and musrifah have an agenda of having fun time together.

Based on her experience, she told that they went to Wisata Bahari Lamongan (WBL). All of them are given Rp100.000 and free for the transportation, also the pass ticket. On any account, that cannot paid for times and energy she has spent for being a musrifah.

After a year, she quitted the duty as musrifah. She thought that now is the time for her to focus on study and UKM. She goes to campus happily, but sometimes she still feels so clumsy to walking with male students or wearing jean. When she wear jean, all eyes are on her. Her friends in English Department know that she is a former musrifah.

“Wah, mantan musrifah. Pake jins ni ye… (there is a former musrifah wearingjeans!)” said her friend colloquially.

What a life!

Seterah

 

Beberapa pertanyaan mungkin ada jawabannya, beberapa mungkin tidak.

Kalau ada, jawab saja, atau kalau tidak mau, ya bilang saja. dan bila tidak tahu jawabannya, jangan sok tahu. Jujur saja bahwa memang tidak tahu.

Kalau ditanya mau, apa. Bilang donng.... Biar dituruti. Tak perlu melulu ikut-ikutan, atau menuruti orang lain.

Mau apa? Terserah.

Mau dimana? Terserah.

Mau yang mana? Terserah....

Jancukkk!!!!

Aku tanya kamu maunya apa, kuk terserah? Yang punya mau aku atau kamu, sih?

TERSERAH, menurutku bukan jawaban yang baik. kalau dijawab terserah terus, aku merasa seperti memaksakan kehendakku atasmu, seolah jawaban yang nantinya kamu berikan padaku sudah pasti akan aku tolak mentah-mentah, jadi jawaban terserahlah yang kamu pilih.

Emang ada benda terserah? Makan tu seterahmu!!!

Cerita hujan

Butiran hujan melesat membasahi tanah

Ratusan, ribuan, kemungkinan tak terhingga

Meninggalkan langit

Tik,           tik,           tik,         tik,         tik,       tik,       tik,     tik,    tik,   tik,  tik, tik.

Perlahan lalu memburu

Terdengar di atas genting

Gemiricik air menetes dari ujung daun ke tanah

Seolah hasrat yang segera dituntaskan

Mengalir menemukan arusnya, di antara deras kali

Tebing curam,

Dan danau teduh

Rindu anak pada rahim ibunya

Di segara ini

Tempat ia bermuara

Di rahim bumi.

yuri & teri

Yuri?

Ry, yuri?

Di manakah, kamu?



Kemana kamu belum muncul juga? Sebentar lagi hari akan rembang. Aku takut jika harus pulang sendiri. ibu bilang anak nakal yang masih keluyuran waktu magrib akan ditangkap setan. Ngeri!

Kalau kamu tidak bisa datang kenapa saat pulang sekolah tadi kamu tidak memberitahuku? Tiap sore kamu dan aku harus datnga ke taman ini. Dunia kita berdua.

Seringkali, kau duduk selonjor di depanku. Khidmat. Mendengarkan celotehku cerita-cerita yang aku sadur dari Uti Ni, kadang-kadang juga aku tambahkan dari dongeng Kung Fu. Tapi kamu lebih suka tidur-tiduran sembari membaca coretan-coretan dalam buku bersampul pink. Kamu bilang lebih asyik membaca ceritaku dari pada mendengar suaraku, cempreng ejekmu.



Huh, dasar! Aku sangat marah. Tapi entah kenapa, aku tidak pernah punya kekuatan untuk memarahimu. Kamu mau bilang aku nenek sihir sekalipun, aku akan menganggapnya sebagaai puian. Sebab sekian lama dekat dengamu, aku tahu, kamu bukan tipe orang yang suka memuji, mengakui perasaanmu sendiri.

Hanya lukisanmu yang berbicara jujur. Gadis kecil, mata berkaca. Nenek tua dengan senyum lebar menampilkan gigi utuh, dan sisa merah sirih pinang di sudut bibir. Bayi dalam dekapan ayah, duduk di bangku taman. Aku suka semuanya. Beberapa kali sudah aku minta dilkusi, tapi kamu selalu saja mengelak. Katamu, wajahku jelek. Bisa-bisa kuasnya patah semua. Tuh, kan... Kamu memang menyebalkan.

Setidaknya aku masih terhibur mendengar nada gitar menyatu dengan suaramu. Syahdu. Menyenandungkan kisah indah.

Just a smile and the rain is gone

Can hardly believe it (yeah)

There's an angel standing next to me

Reaching for my heart

Just a smile and there's no way back

Can hardly believe it (yeah)

But there's an angel calling me

Reaching for my heart

Dan mungkin satu kesalahan besar. Karena tiap kali kamu memainkannya lagi dan lagi. Aku selalu berpikir 'that angel must be me.'

Malaikat di atas sana menyapukan cat hitam menutupi mozaik-mozaik merah. Langit, Yuri, sudah benar-benar gelap. Kamu tidak datang. Aku pulang dengan ketakutan. Selamat dan utuh sampai rumah. setan tidak menculikku. Dia tau, kuk, aku bukan anak nakal. Hanya seorang gadis malang, menunggu teman yang entah kenapa lupa menepati janji. (oh, sebaiknya, kamu harus hati-hati. Jangan-janngan setan akan menyantumkan namamu di daftar anak nakal.)ketakutanku lebih pada kamu juga tidak akan datang keesokan hari.

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Moonlight Sonata

Suatu sore Ludwig van Beethoven dan seorang temannya sedang berjalan-jalan. Ketika mereka melewati jalan sempit nan gelap, terdengar alunan musik dari sebuah rumah kecil.

"Sst!" kata Beethoven, "ini salah satu karya terindahku."

Tiba-tiba ada suara berkata, "aku tidak bisa memainkan lagi –ini teramat indah! Aku berharap bisa mendengar karya ini dimainkan oleh seseorang yang pantas melakukannya."

Tanpa sepatah kata, Beethoven dan temannya memasuki rumah tersebut. Rumah seorang tukang sepatu miskin. Sesosok gadis muda duduk di hadapan piano.

"Permisi," ujar Komposer hebat tersebut. "Saya pemusik. Saya dengar kamu bilang ingin mendengar seseorang memainkan karya yang baru saja kamu mainkan. Maukah kamu mengijinkan saya memainkannya untukmu?"

"Terima kasih sekali", jawab si Gadis, "tapi piano kami sudah tua. Lagipula kami tidak punya lembaran musik".

"Tidak ada lembar musik? Lantas, bagaimana kamu memainkannya?" tanya Beethoven.

Gadis tersebut memalingkan wajahnya menghadap sang maestro besar. Diamati lebih dekat, dia tau bahwa si gadis ternyata buta.

"Aku memainkannya berdasar memori", ujar si gadis.

"Dari mana kamu mendengar karya yang baru saja kamu mainkan tadi?"

"Aku biasa mendengar seorang perempuan sedang berlatih dekat rumah lama kami. Selama sore musim panas, jendelanya terbuka, lalu aku berjalan ke sana dan dari mendengarkannya dari luar". Jawab si gadis.

Beethoven duduk di depan piano. Si gadis buta dan saudara laki-lakinya dengan terpesona mendengarkan permainan sang maestro. Pada akhirnya si tukang sepatu datang mendekat dan bertanya, "Anda siapa?"

Beethoven tidak menjawab. Si tukang sepatu mengulang pertanyaannya, dan sang maestro tersenyum. Ia mulai memainkan karyanya yang coba dimainkan si gadis.

Semua yang mendengar menahan napas. Ketika permainan usai, mereka berteriak, "andalah maestro itu! Anda adalah Beethoven".

Ia bangkit untuk pergi, tapi mereka menahannya kembali. "Mainkahlah untuk kami sekali lagi –hanya sekali saja", pinta mereka.

Ia kembali duduk di depan piano. Cahaya cerlang bulan bersinar di dalam kamar kecil nan sederhana.

"Saya akan menggubah sebuah sonata untuk sinar bulan", katanya. Untuk beberapa saat ia memandang penuh perhatian pada langit cerah yang diterangi bulan dan kerlip bintang. Kemudian jemarinya berpindah dari tuts-tuts piano yang terlihat tua. Lewat nada rendah, sedih, dan manis, ia memainkan karya barunya. Akhirnya, ia menyorong kembali kursinya, dan sambil berbalik menuju pintu ia berkata, "selamat tinggal semua!"

Ia berhenti dan memandang lembut wajah si gadis buta. "Ya, aku akan datang lagi untuk mengajarimu musik. Selamat tinggal! Aku akan segera kembali!"

Beethoven berkata pada temannya, "ayo bergegas agar aku bisa menuangkan sonata ini selagi aku masih mengingatnya!"

Begitulah bagaimana karya terkenal Ludwig van Beethoven "Moonlight Sonata" tercipta.



Diterjemahkan dari "The Moonlight Sonata"

PKPBA should be reduced

uapminovasi.doc

On June 2010, there was a demonstration against PKPBA (Program Khusus Perkuliahan Bahasa Arab). The students, most of them are second semester, came with some demands to be fulfilled (Q Post, June). One of which is reducing time schedule of PKPBA at night. Just for your information, sometimes lecture in UIN MALIKI Malang begin from 07.00 WIB and PKPBA begin from 14.00-16-00 WIB & 18.30-20.00 WIB. For regular schedule, the students might do not have specific time how long they study in a day. However, in PKPBA they have 5 hour a day, from Monday-Friday. What a full day! As a student who once studied PKPBA, I agree that the time schedule of PKPBA should be reduced.


Actually PKPBA is a good program, because studying foreign language in a classroom can be effective. This university facilitates the students with foreign languages course (Arabic and English) to help them to compete in global era. Unfortunately, the time is too much, and it bothers the other activities. For instance, students from Faculty of Science and Technology have less time to do their report. Moreover, students who participate in internal/external students' organization could not actualize their selves. There were 90.48% students agree that PKPBA at night should be abolished (Q Post, June), because of some reasons above. PKPBA only have six credit courses each semester, but in the realization of it there were more than 6 credits. Therefore, the demand of students to reduce the time schedule at night should be fulfilled or they will ask more to abolish all illegal credits.


It is a good chance to study foreign language, but if it is forced and it consumes the time, it will not be fun anymore. According to the experiences before, the director of PKPBA and all the staff should reduce time schedule of PKPBA at night and find a new method or formulation to maximize students' abilities and make them enjoy the study.

   

Sayangi aku lagi
Kubenci kau sepenuh hati
Cintai aku lagi
Kan kutinggalkan dirimu
Hantui aku lagi
Lalu kubunuh kau

 
(saranku:
kau enyah saja)

 
surakartahadiningrat, 130308

Nenek tua; Anak laki dan perempuan.

Dia telah pergi, semoga dengan tenang. Semoga dia tahu betapa aku juga menyayanginya. Meski mungkin mendendamnya.

 
Karena kau sudah disana, dan aku belum sempat mengatakannya. Lewat puisi ini aku ingin kau tahu. Siapa yang merawatmu saat kau gila dan pikun? Anak perempuanmu, serta anak-anaknya.
Bajumu yang menyebarkan bau busuk, tinja berceceran di dalam kamar, serta tubuh penuh koreng. Siapa yang bersihkan? Anak perempuanmu, serta anak-anaknya.
Lapar, haus, mandi, tidur. Siapa yang layani? Anak perempuanmu, serta anak-anaknya.

 
Saat kau pikun dan tak waras, sepertinya tidak sempat tercatat rapi dalam memori. Jadi aku akan membantumu untuk mengingatnya. (aku tidak sedang menumpahkan marah)
Perempuan-perempuan yang selalu kau marahi, jatah makannya sering kau berikan pada anak laki-laki. Menurutmu, laki-laki itulah darah dagingmu, akan selalu menjagamu. Yang perempuan, akan jadi milik orang lain, untuk apa dihidupkan?

 
Kau tahu? Ah, sudah jelas tidak. Mungkin ketika lelakimu masih kecil, muda, bujang, mereka selalu pulang padamu. Minta makan, dicucikan baju, dan barangkali sedikit duit.

 
Tapi ketika perempuan lain hadir dalam hidup mereka, kau bukan siapa-siapa lagi. Dibanding perempuan serupa ratu di mata mereka. Ya, istri mereka itu. Hah.... Belum lagi dengan boneka-boneka kecil karya persatutubuhan mereka. Kau semakin terpinggir. Perempuan tua, tugasmu menemani boneka-boneka mereka. Bilaperlu juga ikut membersihkan rupa, kalo si ratu tidak sempat. Mencucikan baju boneka-boneka, sebagai penyayang anak dan anak-anaknya.

 
Oh, tidak. Itu mungkin masih mendingan. Lihat, dengan kondisimu seperti itu, pikun, koreng sekujur tubuh, kadang-kadang gila. Jelas lelakimu enggan menerima. Takut menular pada ratu-ratu mereka, apalagi boneka-boneka kecil, lucu, imut, dan menggemaskan. Tamatlah sudah. Kemana lagi kau hendak berlabuh, jika tidak pada perempuan-perempuanmu.

 
Air mata menyusuri pipi, suara tersedak. Sumpah, betapa pedih menyaksikan tubuh dan jiwamu yang makin membayi. Perempuan-perempuanmu lah, membelaimu seolah boneka kecil yang tak pernah kauberikan pada selama hidupnya.

 
Bila akhirnya puisi ini sampai padamu, entah dengan cara apa. Tak perlu kau sesali. Sumpah, aku tidak ingin mebuatmu merasa bersalah.

perempuanku #habis

Ibuku menitis dalam perempuan ini, Murni, datang apadaku dengan caranya yang purba untuk dunia post-mo. Ia bukan perempuan foedal, seperti potret putri-putri kerajaan jawa, bukan. Sudah kubilang, purba.

Ia kembali dengan caranya yang sederhana. Seperti kehidupan di masa komunal primitif. Bertahan hidup menggunakan cara dan peralatan sederhana. Bergotong royong. Kekayaan alam adalah milik bersama, tidak ada kapling-kapling tanah, harta atas nama pribadi. Seperti itulah kiranya manusia memperlakukan perempuan. Dari masa itulah ibuku lahir.

Murni, perempuan dihadapanku, perwujudan reikarnasi perempuan di zaman ibuku. Mencintai murni, menghargainya sebagai manusia komunal modern. Dirinya, jiwanya, tidak bisa dibeli dengan uang, dan menjadikannya sebagai barang simpanan, atau boneka yang dipamerkan di setiap jamuan makan malam.

a pray for nen di

Seolah langit runtuh saat kabar kematianmu tiba. Beta kira itu mimpi. Tidur lagi. Berharap mimpi berlanjut, kita bertemu lagi. Sedang kabar yang datang pada beta keliru belaka. Sampai-sampai beta punya saraf-saraf lupa cara mengeluarkan air mata.

Seperti ada rongga, semakin melebar dalam hati. Mungkin rasa cemas, gelisah, khawatir. Tapi lebih seperti rasa kehilangan.

“Sudah seng mau makan, mata terpejam melulu. Badanyya sudah tinggal tulang dibungkus kulit.”

Sebenarnya beta tidak mau dengar berita itu. Tiidak mau percaya. Tidak mau bersangka-sangka.

“Doakan dia...”

Benarkah secepat ini? Masih ada kisah yang seharusnya kita tuntaskan. Tentang buku cin, batu badaun, dan beberapa kisah-kisah nabi. Kau tau? Beta selalu membayang buku cin itu adalah dirimu, si moy cina.

Oh, nen e... falbe? Nen mkai tawar, ufangnan lii rek o.

Semoga kau tenang di sana.

yang terbaik #3

Si gadis ingin segera menyudahi perang dingin yang melanda keluarganya. Ia sudah bosan melihat ulah laku kedua orang tuanya. Jika berpapasan, langsungsung membuang muka. Si gadis tahu, sekarang meski serumah, tapi sebenarnya mereka sudah lama pisah ranjang. Mami tetap tidur di kamar utama, sedang papi lebih sering menghabiskan waktu di ruang kerja. Ada kasur lipat, berjejalan dengan kaleng-kaleng cat, palate, dan kuas-kuas yang berserakan.

“Mereka dulu dijodohkan. Masih saudara jauh.” Kata neneknya suatu hari. Oh, ceritanya biar merekatkan kembali kedua belah pihak keluarga besar. Kalo begitu saat aku lahir, harusnya mereka sudah boleh berpisah. Kan, sudah ada aku.

Saat si gadis masih berumur enam tahun, orang tuanya bertengkar hebat. Meski tidak memecahkan gelas, melempar panci, menendang kursi, atau meninju cermin di kamar mandi seperti biasanya, namun pertengkaran inilah yang terhebat. Akumulasi dari sekian banyak pertengkaran kecil-besar. Mereka berdua hanya mengucapkan satu kata bersamaan, “cerai!!!”

Yang dipanggil gadis kecil sebagai papi lalu meninggalkan rumah. membawa serta travel bag kecil. Ia mengantar sampai ke depan pintu.

“Papi, sukses, ya! Jangan lupa oleh-oleh. Da-da, Papi....” ia melambaikan, senyumnya semakin lebar. “I love you, Papi.” Ia sangat senang melepas keberangkatan ayahnya.

Tiga hari kemudian ia dikejutkan dengan kedatangan keluarga besar mami dan papinya. Mbak Susi, adik ibunya, diminta untuk mengantarkan si gadis ke hotel tempat ayahnya menginap. Ia semakin terkaget-kaget.

“Kalian ini....” Opa Josep memandang anaknya, papi, tajam. Lalu berganti manatap menantunya. “Anak masih kecil, ingusan, udah main ditinggal, saja.”

“Benar itu. Tidak baik untuk perkembangannya.” pasti yang dimaksud Kakek Lim itu aku, batin si gadis. Orang mengira gadis yang duduk di pangkuan mbak susi itu tidak mengerti apa-apa. Sesungguhnya, dialah yang paling mengerti, bukan mereka.

“Pikirkan lagi, jangan melulu kepentingan kalian yang di utamakan.” Kelak ketika di dalam kamar ia mendengar ibunya berkata; huh, aku menikah juga karena kepentingan kalian, kan? Brengsek!

What is your decision?

Today, writing is not only a kind of hobbies anymore. There are many people out of there who study and start to write for some reasons. Some considered writing as a job. There are pencil-pushers write to fill the order. Others go on their own way; just because they are talented. Still others do it to share information, idea, and opinion, with an eye to create changes in the society.

Ayu Utami, Habiburrahman, and Andreas Harsono, write as if writing is their air to breath. Ayu write and challenge us to think critically over our life, thinking, spiritual, culture, and government. While Habiburrahman, it is a missionary endeavor way to bring people (esc. muslim) back to al Qur’an and sunnah. In the other hand, writing (journalism) is a belief/religion according to Andreas Harsono.

I am not a professional writer –paid for the works, nevertheless when I write I do it seriously. Not that I have an assignment to be submitted, but rather than that. For me writing not only means a medium to actualize our selves, but also a way to realize a mission of enlightenment.

In this world, many of the people just know what is white or black and forget that between these two colors there is a hollow space, grey. There always a mystery behind reality that they do not know –the grey hollow, so if you choose to be a writer, you should reveal it out. Take for example the separatist movement in West Papua. Indonesian might judge them as seditious band; in fact decades ago Indonesia forced them to be part of NKRI. Have you ever heard it before?

In a rather simpler way, what you write is what you are. Since now on the decision is in your hand; you will write due to assignment, money, or enlightenment.