April 17, 2014

Emily

Let's try something crazy. Before we move on, I will tell you about myself. I am Emily Maple Chemical Cherry. Surprised with my name? So am I. My father is a scientist. My mother loves plants. Magically, they both adore Einstein. And I become the victim. They create my name refer to this popular relativity equation: E=mc2. Got it now?

My parents never allow me to fall in love or have fun for eighteen years. When the girls scream for One Direction concert, i dream about Milky Way with encyclopedia below my head. So, here is the clue about something crazy that I've told before: "Emily will fall in love". It's not an axiom or hypotheses, by the way. I jump directly to conclusion: "I already fall in love!"

Who's the man? He is the man I've found in Facebook! He is my friend's friend. I made a note about the book that I've just read and I tagged my friend, but incidentally she mentioned him in her comment - because he liked that book too. Then, we became friend! Nature conspired!

April 16, 2014

The Rocking Chair

There was an old woman who used to sit on the rocking chair while staring to the sunset over the tower accross the terrace of her house. She was a  seventy-something grandma of her seventeen-year-old favorite girl. She waited there for years with the same position, the same anxiety, and the same clothes' style - drinking tea from the same cup and chewing the same brand of biscuits.

What made difference was the time which changed as the girl grew up. It was twelve turned to be three and got to be six. If the clouds didn't bother hiding the sky from red to black, from glad to sad, sunset was the only entertainment she had while seeking sound of the footsteps, knowing the girl had gone home safely, kissing her hand, and helping her waking up from the rocking chair - the old-wooden one with crying out rhymes as it shook.

All she needed was that girl. She didn't want to have dinner or to get to sleep before seeing that girl close to her. She took care her, prayed for her, and slept next to her every night. Fortunately, she loved that girl too much. Yet, unfortunately she loved that girl too much.

And one day, the sunset didn't look nice anymore. It was difficult choice. She didn't want to let go but the girl had to chase her dreams. She still waited on her rocking chair wishing the girl come back and hugging her. She missed her until having no appetite and she began to sick. On the fortieth day of the flight, the old woman lied down on the rocking chair for the last time - the old-wooden one with crying out rhymes as it shook.

April 8, 2014

The Art of Missing Someone

One day, you will find the beauty of holding the phone, pressing the buttons, and cancelling it suddenly because you understand your ego is nothing compared with the need of having good rests for your loving one. You cover your body with blanket though you are awake because your nerves ask that voice for their lullaby. The eyes never lie and they create the rains without cold and storm shaking your body until you fall asleep. God answers your prayers and gives you nice dreams. You remember every detail and you have more energy in the morning. You jump and search your phone over your bed once you wake up. The battery is off. You are hurry to charge and turn the power on. It will be like a chocolate box. Sometimes you find a hello, a smile, sometimes you don't. Sometimes you get a little sorrow. But you let it be, it happens again tomorrow.

April 4, 2014

Passport Pertamaku

Lagi-lagi berasa telat, LOL. Saat yang lain udah berkali-kali ke luar negeri, saya baru ngurus passport dong -__- Sebenernya udah lamaaa banget pingin ngurus, sejak tahun 2012 mungkin. Kalau mau ngurus di kantor imigrasi (kanim) Jakarta dan KTPnya bukan domisili Jakarta, harus pakai surat keterangan kerja. Suratnya udah punya, eh males banget buat izin pergi ngurusnya ke kanim. Setelah tugas belajar, makin jauh deh itu berasa kanim..........

Berhubung pulang, sekalian deh ngurus passport. Belum ada rencana buat pergi kemana-mana hoho tapi sesuai yang saya percayai kita harus mempersiapkan kebaikan-kebaikan dari Allah itu datang. Setidaknya punya passport dulu hehehe. Saya bikin passport di Kanim Kelas I Khusus Medan. Lumayan jauh huhu tapi ada abah yang nganterin...... baiknyaaa. Kirain sepi jadi datangnya nggak terlalu pagi, eh sampai jam 8 pagi dapat antrian nomor 81 alhamdulillaaah masih dapat soalnya sampai nomor 90 antrian udah ditutup.

Sekarang mengurus passport sendiri jauh lebih mudah dan murah. Pelayanan sudah lebih baik. Jasa percaloan masih ada tapi tidak separah dulu, dan formulirnya gratis tis tis. Formulir bisa diisi secara online dan secara manual, alias langsung datang ke kanim. Saat mengisi formulir selalu ada perbedaan pandangan antara passport 24 halaman dan 48 halaman.

April 1, 2014

Priceless

Sleeping with mother. Being hugged. Enjoying her food. Walking with father. Telling some random stories. Looking his old face during working. Being in their prayers. Crying and getting advices. Studying with young brother. Knowing that he understands what you've been saying. Listening his dreams. Meeting the real people. Helping and talking. Being patient and respect. Escaping and finding yourself. Realizing about how this world's running. Sometimes you can't please everyone, sometimes people may come and just go from your life.

For me, it's the best thing of having days-off. It's all about being a human and doing something that you rarely experience. And you'll one day regret because you've missed it.

That kind of happiness is just... priceless.

March 28, 2014

She is A Wallflower

Her name is Violet. She likes toast as she loves books. She often speaks with her own mind when she is in crowd. She gets bored easily, but she is really nice. Yes, she is a perfect girlfriend - something that she never knows.

She is invited in a lot of groups in social media. She hates notification knowing that people keep chatting, even for unimportant things. She is a silent reader. She is invisible. She is beautiful in her unnoticed behavior and being alone - something that she never knows.

She is asked to involve in various kinds of activities. She realizes that it's challenging to stay in places or meet people that honestly don't make her comfort or force her to be extroverted while she is pure introverted. She often runs and creates reasons to escape. She loves small groups, and speaks one to one. When she finally meets some friends that really connect to her, she can't stop talking, laughing, and becomes so loyal. She works behind the scene, she has brilliant ideas - something that she never knows.

"How about saying no?" - her heart is bleeding.

"Violet, we need you. Can you do this for us please?"

She should have said no. She gives up her mind and walks back on her desk.


Yes, she is a wallflower - something that she never knows.