Happy.. Birthday and New Year! (A Late Post)

We wish you happy birthday

We wish you happy birthday

And happy new year...

Happy getting old, Debi Karmila :P

  

My younger sister, enjoying pizza :D

My mom and my elder sister enjoying their ordered drinks :D

my elder sister abruptly posed with the fork and knife :P

My Passion: Translating Versus Teaching

Tadi siang, aku gajian untuk terjemahanku yang ke-empat. Wiiihh, keren ya? (Kaya yang dapet berapa aje, Deb..) Hahaha, I’m very grateful though. Alhamdulillah.. Memang jumlahnya ga seberapa dibanding gaji mereka yang ngajar. Tapi, disini passion aku.

Jurusan yang aku tempuh saat ini adalah Pendidikan Bahasa Inggris. Orang yang mendengar ini pasti langsung bilang, “Wah, nanti jadi guru dong?” Harapannya sih seperti itu. Tapi, aku bisa jadi apa aja yang aku mau. Jadi penerjemah, misalnya. Iya, I love translating. Ngutip perkataan Nyueh padaku, “I can’t take translation job. But your passion is there.” Dia mungkin benar. I’m very happy doing it. See, happiness itu ga bisa diukur dengan banyaknya uang yang kita terima. As long as we’re happy on it, no matter how much money we can get, we’ll always be happy. Aku mungkin belum ahli dalam hal terjemah menerjemahkan. Aku juga ga ngambil konsentrasi translating. Tapi, aku selalu pegang kata-kata dosenku, “You can start translating from now on. Practice, practice, and practice. Don’t worry. There is no exact translation.” Dan dosenku yang satu lagi bilang, “After you’ve graduated, you can be whatever you want.” Dengan kata lain, no one can force me to be a teacher. Bahkan, ibu aku juga udah pasrah saat aku menyatakan, “Bu, Eby ga mau jadi guru, ya?” Ibu hanya bisa merespon, “Terserah lah. Eby yang ngejalaninnya kan. Lagipula, Allah itu akan selalu mencukupkan rezeki Eby, gimanapun caranya.”

Tapi, bagaimanapun aku tidak menutup kemungkinan kalau aku nanti harus jadi pengajar. Sebenarnya, saat ini I’m trying to love teaching. Teaching kids, especially. Aku pernah bilang sama Retta, aku mau ngelamar kerja buat jadi pengajar, siapa tahu aku jadi suka ngajar. Aku ga boleh benci sama pekerjaan yang mulia yang satu ini juga. Hanya saja I still love translating more than I love teaching. :)

'Flawless' Saturday

Biking..

Last long weekend holiday (for me), I went to my hometown, Tasikmalaya. On Saturday, schools in this town had to be 'filled' again by students. So, on Saturday morning, there were only me and my sister staying at home. Remembering the drum sticks (which probably will be needed one day), I went to my best friend's house to take those sticks. I went there by my sister's bike. My 'real' bike had not been yet mended. I still had to wait for Dad to gain his good mood to care fixing my bike. Anyway, my sister's bike was enough to cheer my Saturday morning.

Eka's House and The Favorable Lotek

A house which formerly could always make me enthusiastic to study is my best friend's house, Eka. The last daughter of Alm. Bapak Mustofa. After a long time since the last time I've been there, finally I could step my feet there once more. There were not many changed things. The fences were still the same. The same yellow floor, the same flowery wallpaper, the same bedrooms, the same cupboard, the same couch, the same inn, the same bathroom, the same dining room. Things that change are the position of the furniture, and ... the absence of Bapa Mustofa who had just passed away in the early year. I and Eka talked about many things. She let me read the old magazines she put under the table in the living room, she let me watched MTV, she let me eat lotek made by her mom. Yum! She still remembers my favorite food! And I went back home with the bike. I saw Eka stood and laughed at me from the fences because I  was a little bit scared to bike in front of her house which is a highway.

Dad's Time

My energy is always full whenever I'm home. I'd been back from Eka's house at 3 p.m.
"Look, who's just come.." said my Mom a moment after I parked the bike. "Other people will take motorbikes or cars to their friends' house." continued her.
"And She takes a bike," added my elder sister.
They laughed afterwards.
"No matter. It's cool. Classic.." said my Dad.
I just put a smile on my face.

Actually, I had an 'appointment' with my sister to go somewhere. But an 'incident' happened. She was angry. And I couldn't go with her.
Then, I sat in the living room. Alone. It's painted green. With a wide window facing to the west.The most favorite spot in my home. I stared across the window. Seeing the yard. Quiet afternoon.
"Eby." It must be Dad. "Do you still want to go?" asked him.
"Ya.. But she.."
"Let me accompany you! Come on!"

Finally I went with my Dad till the night. It was raining. The heavy rain had drenched us to the skin. But I was joyful. Thank you Daddyyyy. You had saved my Saturday night.



Thanks to:
- Eka
- Mamahnya Eka
- My sister, Raelita
- Abah Wahyu
- Mamih

Huggy

Dear My Lovely Mommy,

I want to hug you. Right now. You're the only one who can give me a sincere hug. A kind of hug that is powerful to calm me down, to make me feel safe, to make me think that everything is always right. I rarely give hug to people or get hug from people. 

As I can remember, I hugged my friend in senior high school,  a long-time hug, and the boys started to stare to us. I could see what in their head was: are they friends or lovers?. It made me insecure when hugging her. I remember when I came out of a lecturer’s office and screamed, “I PASS!!” then accidentally I hugged one of my friends who was sitting in front of the office door. When I had realized, I let go of her immediately. I never hug people except the three of those I mentioned before. 

I only want yours. I want you to calm me down, to make me feel safe, to make me think that everything is always fine. Deep down.. I want to hug you right now. How I wish I could..

Hug me, Mommy.

Hug me now.

October 16th 2012, 11.16 p.m.

Sincerely,

Your daughter.

My Little Dreams

One of My Little Dreams Comes True

25th August 2010.
[madaaam, aku hatam Al-Qur'an.. Hehe]
[syukur alhamdulillah]

28th August 2010. Sambil nonton maii lupli Arsenal, aku sms-an sama Ibu. Seperti biasa Ibu nanyain kabar anaknya yang suka bola ini, nanya udah makan apa belom, lagi ngapain, de el el. Aku bales dan balik tanya [madam lagi apa? Ga traweh?]
Dan Ibu jawab [teraweh sendiri,ebi .. Jadi sedih ibuna]
Hati kecilku berkata, "honestly, i have the same feeling with u, mom..and i really miss our togetherness, going to mosque for doing tarawih together.."
aku pencet tombol-tombol huruf di keyboard hp-ku. [aduh, kaciaan.. emangnya Wa *** ke mana?]
Di layar hp ku tertulis Message to Mutti has sent. 3 menit 5 menit aku tunggu reply-an Ibu. Hah, pasti Ibu males ngetik sms lagi, seperti biasa. Yaudah, akhirnya aku khusyuk dengan Blackburn v Arsenal.
Tepat pukul 19.38 Welcome to My Life-nya Simple Plan mengaung di hp-ku. SMS dari Ibu..
[wa *** udah nggak lagi.. brusan ibu abis traweh sama ngaji.. ibu juga pengen kayak ebi yg udah hatam..ebi jgan lupa sholat traweh, itu kan cuma staun skali]
Deg!! Aku merasa dunia berhenti beberapa detik saat aku membaca pesan itu. Benarkah aku? Yang memotivasi ibu? God .. i don't know what i'm gonna do .. It's unbelievable.. God has answered my prayer ..

Flashback
Sejak dulu, aku selalu meminta pada Allah Swt. aku ingin menjadi motivator.. Di manapun aku berada. Aku senang bisa membuat teman2ku tertawa ketika mereka murung, membuat mereka bersemangat saat mereka malas sekolah. Dan kini, a bigger thing happens .. membuat bibir Ibuku kembali melantunkan ayat suci Al-Qur'an setelah sekian lama. Inilah impian kecilku.. merubah dunia kecilku menjadi lebih baik dengan cara merubah diriku sedikit demi sedikit melakukan hal baik.
Perubahan kecil itu pun datang without a compulsion. Everything goes naturally. Thanks God,, sekali lagi.. ini impian saya.. Menjadi motivator.. Merubah dunia kecil saya menjadi lebih baik. Alhamdulillah.. What a beautiful night..

LG aus Bandung,
Debs :D