Monthly Archives: January 2012

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Ambon, Molucca Archipelago

Indeed, the eastern part of Indonesia is breathtakingly beautiful! I have always wanted to visit the faraway Molucca Archipelago—well-known for its wonderful beaches and magical underwater views; one of the best site for diving in the world, according to my diver friends.

And I was lucky for being able to set foot there!

From the city center of Ambon or from the Pattimura Airport, it took only 30-45 minutes by car to reach this magical Natsepa Beach.

After paying an entrance fee of IDR 2,000 (or around US$ 0.2), you can enjoy the stretch of white sand and the seductive view of the faraway hills. The sea is calm and the water is clean, very ideal for bathing and swimming. Trees are growing along the beach, perfect for a shelter from the sun!

Ambon had suffered from ethno-religious clashes—the worst took place in 1999 (until recently, some countries are still issuing travel warnings for their citizens who’d like to travel to this part of Indonesia). Since then, several parties have been trying to shake the city’s peacefulness. However, the youths in Ambon won’t let it happen. Consisting of youths from different social classes, religions and backgrounds, they are trying to promote tolerance and respect through a peaceful movement, Badati Ambon.

When you’re visiting Natsepa Beach in Ambon, you have to try the famous Rujak Natsepa. There are tents along the front of the beach, with local women behind a stack of fresh fruits, selling traditional fruit salad called ‘rujak’–a suitable treat after a sunny day at the beach.

Rujak Natsepa is made of a mixture of tropical fruits: pineapple, mango, starfruit, papaya, rose apple (water guava), bangkuang (jicama/mexican turnip), and cucumber. These sliced fruits are then mixed with a paste of peanuts and brown sugar; you can choose whether you’d like to add some chili into it or not. For a plate of fresh and fruity Rujak Natsepa, you need to pay around IDR 10,000 or US$ 1.

And sipping fresh coconut afterwards? :)

Early in the morning, you can also walk around the traditional street-market and find fresh vegetables/spices, as well as fresh/salted fish! Ambon is a heaven for seafood lovers! :)

Let’s go exploring more beautiful places in the eastern part of the country! (As for the travel warning, the only warning I’d like to give you is: you wouldn’t want to go home after this).


*) special thanks to Almascatie and friends from Badati Ambon for the hospitality :)

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Dia adalah nada-nada dalam hidupku. Kadang kuat, kadang samar. Tapi pada setiap langkah yang tersesat, aku selalu bisa mendengar nada-nada itu, bahkan dengan mata terpejam. Seperti pasir yang basah, seperti ombak, air dingin yang merendam mata kakiku dan dermaga yang hangat; nada-nada itu menyelimutiku seperti matahari, lautan, dan lengkingan burung-burung pantai di musim panas.

@beradadisini for Lelakiku

Belakangan aku tahu, namamu berarti nada-nada, irama, musik. Begitulah aku akan mengingatmu.

Kamu seperti nada-nada yang diterbangkan angin dari tempat yang sangat jauh. Aku menangkap nada-nada itu ketika sunyi jatuh. Seperti sihir. Aku memejamkan mataku dan mereguk suara-suara yang mengelilingi kepalaku, melingkupi hatiku, merambati jari-jemariku. Seperti Freddie dalam adegan-adegan awal August Rush, aku mendengar musik pada setiap degup jantung, denting sendok dan piring, hela napas, angin, rintik hujan, dekuk burung hantu.

Ada sesuatu dalam nada-nada itu yang membuatku ringan. Aku tidak berjalan, aku melayang.

Kuikuti nada-nada itu (tidak mudah, karena terkadang nada-nada itu memelan dan menghilang ketika suara-suara lain menelan), lalu…

aku menemukanmu.

Tetapi kamu tidak sedang menyanyi. Kamu sedang berdoa. Sesungguhnya, kamu sedang memanggilku.

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You are too sweet to be true.

Raat din gardish mein hai saat asmaan. Ho rahega kuch na kuch ghabrayen kya.
Day and night the planets are in motion. Something will work out, why worry ourselves.
– Ghalib –

A wanderer told me once:

You can’t fill a glass that’s already full of water to the brim with wine. The wine will just continue to spill out. You need to emptied the glass first. The emptier the glass, the more wine can be contained. The more wine can be contained, the more wine can be poured in. The more wine can be poured in, the more wine can be sipped. It’s actually quite similar to your heart. When it’s full of past memories or future expectations, it just can’t contain the present love that is coming your way. This new love will continue to spill out. You need to emptied your heart first, ensuring that you have let go of the past and stop worrying about the future. Let your heart be vacant for a while and give a chance for the present love to fill you in.

The wanderer is right. I emptied my heart last week, and you came like a downpour. You are too sweet to be true, and I find it hard to refrain myself from being addicted to you.

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Gili Trawangan, Lombok.

Going there.

It takes you 1.5 – 2 hours by car from Lombok International Airport to reach Bangsal port—where wooden boats are lining up, ready to transport you to Gili Trawangan. For the car-ride, you can choose between two routes: either passing the monkey forest or Senggigi beach. If you’re in a hurry to catch a boat to Gili Islands, you better choose the monkey forest route as it will save you more time (and you can take pictures of the monkeys along the way!).

Bangsal Port in Lombok.

Every half an hour, there will be a boat leaving from Bangsal port to Gili Trawangan. You can buy a ticket for IDR 10,000 (or around US$ 1.2). The boat will carry tourists, locals, as well as bicycles and vegetables. In around 20 – 30 minutes, you’ll reach Gili Trawangan.

The boat that will take you to Gili Trawangan.

Gili Trawangan

Gili Trawangan is one of three islands in Gili, the two others are Gili Air and Gili Meno. If you prefer to have a more secluded atmosphere during your stay, Gili Air and Gili Meno will be a better option. Gili Trawangan is relatively more lively, with rows of cafes, restaurants and bars, that open for 24/7.

Gili Trawangan. The village is hidden behind the lush canopy of green.

Gili Trawangan is a small island. You can go around the island for 2-3 hours by bike. Cidomo is how the locals call their most ‘lavish’ mode of transportation: horse cart/wagon. Usually it will cost you IDR 50,000,- per trip (US$ 5). Apart from horse cart, you can either rent a bike for a day, or simply walk around. There’s no car or motorcycle in Gili Trawangan. The air is definitely not being polluted by motor vehicles’ exhausts, but you just need to get yourself used to the smell of horse’s feces :D

Cidomo, or the horse cart.

The village

If you don’t mind to get your feet soaked in mud, walking around the village early in the morning can be a bliss. Just watch your step and be mindful to the sound of cidomo approaching from in front/behind you, then step aside. The people in the village are very polite and friendly; you won’t get a stare/impolite comments though you’re a girl strolling around by yourself. If you smile, they’ll nod and smile back.

Here are some of the gorgeous views I captured during my morning walk:

The chickens.

The pretty horse. Disney-like, don’t you think?

This is the way people transport goods around the island.

The droplets left by the morning rain.

There are no police officers in Gili Trawangan. According to the Cidomo driver, having police officers around make people think that the island is not safe. Usually, the locals will catch the robbers/pickpockets by themselves, beat them up to teach them a lesson, and then they will be humiliated by being ‘paraded’ all around the island. Does this kind of law-enforcement work? Probably so. My friend lost her wallet in the afternoon, and later in the evening, a Cidomo driver actually returned the wallet back to the hotel where we stayed.

The restaurants.

Along the beach, you can find stretch of restaurants, cafes, and bars.

If you’re into organic and healthy food, you can stop by at Egoiste; and if you’d like to enjoy the best grilled seafood in Gili Trawangan, drop by at Scallywags after 6 pm, and pick your own lobsters/fishes (the restaurant is open since early morning, but the grilled menu will only be served after 6)!

The view from Scallywags. How lovely!

Storm beer: an organic beer brewed in Bali, served at Scallywags

Fresh lobster at Scallywags, ready to be grilled.

All the fish is caught in local waters, using environmentally friendly methods.

Before sunset at Scallywags.

Free salad bar at Scallywags.

Don’t forget to enjoy the famous Gili Gelato for dessert afterwards; you can find their ice-cream counter along this stretch.

If you’re into psychedelic experience (unfortunately, I got high only by looking at the ocean!), magic mushroom (Psilocybin) is sold free in small shops/marts. A bottle of ‘mushroom juice’ (the size of small mineral water bottle) is sold for IDR 200,000 (US$ 23). In bars and restaurants, they are also offering marijuana quite freely, especially to foreign tourists.

Magic mushroom.

The Internet connection

Should you need to connect the Internet, there are lots of cafes/restaurants with free wi-fi access. But I should remind you: it won’t really work. If you really need a relatively reliable connection, go to the Internet cafes. You rent a computer and the Internet connection for around IDR 24,000 per hour (US$ 2.8).

The beach

What can I say? This is one of the reasons why people come to visit Gili Trawangan at the first place :) Should you like to dive, go visit Trawangan Dive (find Graham if he’s around)—and they’ll help you with everything: from planning your diving trip to preparing all the equipments needed.

The glass-bottom boat.

Lovely afternoon by the beach.

The boat.

The mist came down in the afternoon.

Just perfect for swimming and sunbathing.

Boats in different colors and shapes.

OK, seriously, I want to go back! :)

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I am lost in you.

I am lost in you.

The gravitational pull of your thoughts draws me in. It envelopes me in such a dreamlike mood: the world seen from a lover’s eyes. Everything’s amazing when you’re around. The sky is pink and purple. The clouds are watermelon marshmallows. Everywhere I turn, I see beauty. Everywhere I go, I see you.

I am lost in you.

Lost in thoughts. Lost in the spiraling current that is drowning us to the core of each other’s hearts. Both are lifeboats, floating in a deserted ocean, somewhere in the midst of solitude. The sweet-scent of the mist delivers our longings, wafting through the stormy seas, bursting at the tip of our lips: May the universe be with you. May all beings be free from suffering.

I am lost in you.

A distant world where things are inaudible and invisible, where every touch is sunlight and every kiss is raindrops. I might have resided within you, you might have breathed me in. In quietude, we caress the divine countenance of midnight. We are the whispers of the winds on drizzling evenings. We are the silence that breaks at dawn, saluting the rose-tinted sun. We see shrines of gold colors lining up, showing an uninterrupted path from here to there, from me to you: Hi, handsome…

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Nothing good gets away.

Tahun 1958.

Novelis John Steinbeck membalas sebuah surat yang dikirimkan anak lelakinya, Thom. Saat itu, Thom tengah jatuh cinta pada seorang gadis bernama Susan—yang ditemuinya di sebuah sekolah berasrama. Steinbeck menulis, “Don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens. The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Tadi Malam.

Pada akhirnya kita bertemu juga, di sebuah rumah pantai dengan pintu-pintu besar. Aku bisa melihat laut dan pasir dari ranjang besar tempatku berbaring tertelungkup, membaca sebuah buku. Kamu berdiri di dekat jendela. Sosokmu bermandikan matahari. Semua putih. Kemeja dan celanamu, gaun pantaiku, sofa, pintu, dinding, seprai, dan bantal-bantal. Segalanya seperti terang dan berkilauan, seperti warna-warna yang biasa kau lihat dengan mata terpejam di bawah sinar terang.


If the man is known to you, then seeing a man in your dream may reflect your feelings and concerns you have about him.

Pada yang sekejap itu, aku melihatmu dan tidak ingin berpaling lagi. Aku bertanya padamu, di mana kita. Sebuah pulau di Filipina, katamu. Di sini, arus dari tiga tempat bertemu. Belakangan aku mencarinya, hampir yakin bahwa tempat itu sungguh-sungguh ada. Kemudian aku menemukan El Nido, pulau dengan pasir putih dan gua-gua, laguna dan batu karang, 238 kilometer di barat laut Puerto Princessa, ibukota Palawan, Filipina—dibatasi Semenanjung Linapacan di Utara, Laut Sulu di Timur dan Laut Cina Selatan di Barat. Inikah yang kamu maksudkan dengan arus dari tiga tempat?


To see the beach in your dream symbolizes the meeting between your two states of mind. The sand is symbolic of the rational and mental processes while the water signifies the irrational, unsteady, and emotional aspects of yourself. It is a place of transition between the physical/material and the spiritual.

Aku mendengarkanmu mengutip puisi-puisi dari masa yang jauh. Kamu mengingatkanku pada Gibran. Rumi. Neruda. Yeats. Dan The Falling of The Leaves pecah di atas bibirmu:

Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.

The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.


If you are waking up in a different and/or unknown bed in your dreams, then it represents the consequences of the decisions you have made. The dream may also be a pun on the completion of a project and “putting it to bed.” If the bed is made, then it symbolizes security.

Kita bicara hingga langit gelap. Kelak, kamu akan bertanya mengapa kita hanya bicara hari itu. Aku akan menjawab, that’s the sheer beauty of it. Bagaimana kita bisa berbincang tanpa henti selama 12 jam, sambil memandangi pasir dan lautan. Kamu tidak akan menemukan kesenangan semacam ini dalam diri sembarang orang. Temanku bilang, you’ve got to be on the same wavelength. Mungkin demikian. Seperti laut yang berdebur di sana itu. Kita menemukan tanpa pernah saling mencari. Bukankah tak ada yang bisa lebih romantis lagi daripada itu?


To see sand in your dream signifies a shift in perspective or a change in your attitude. Consider the familiar phrase, “the sands of time”—in which it may be suggesting that you are wasting your time or letting time pass you by.

Aku memberikanmu kutipan Steinbeck itu, ketika kamu mempertanyakan perihal waktu. Bahwa kita tak perlu terburu-buru. Nothing good gets away. Kamu bilang kita berbicara bahkan ketika kita sedang tidak mengatakan apa-apa. Kita bercakap pada setiap langkah yang tergesa di pagi hari, pada secangkir air putih ketika kita terbangun menjelang dini hari, pada hujan, panas matahari, kerikil dan bunga-bunga ungu yang bergantung rendah dari cabang-cabang pohon di depan rumah seseorang, pada kubah-kubah di angkasa yang menebar kala senja: pada baris-baris kata yang kugoreskan di atas lidahku seusai berdoa.


To see the sea in your dream represents your unconscious and the transition between your unconscious and conscious. As with all water symbols, it also represents your emotions. It brings about hope, a new perspective and a positive outlook on life no matter how difficult your current problems may be.

Aku seperti melihat upakara-upakara di sepanjang jalan menujumu. Pada saat-saat seperti ini, sebagaimana pemeluk ritual yang taat, aku hanya bisa percaya. Kita tidak pernah bisa yakin. Tidak ada yang pasti, bahkan untuk sesuatu seperti perasaanmu sendiri. Hingga pagi itu, ketika rangkaian huruf-huruf memecah di udara, turun ke atas dirimu, ke atas diriku, menyesap ke dalam benak kita yang bermain-main di antara jarak ribuan kilometer, menyelimuti kita. Hangat.


To see the sun in your dream symbolizes peace of mind, enlightenment, tranquility, fortune, goodwill, and insight. It also represents radiant energy and divine power. Generally, the sun is a good omen, especially if the sun is shining in your dream.

Kita bermandikan cahaya matahari di El Nido waktu itu. Pulau dengan pasir putih dan gua-gua, laguna dan batu karang, 238 kilometer di barat laut Puerto Princessa, ibukota Palawan, Filipina—dibatasi Semenanjung Linapacan di Utara, Laut Sulu di Timur dan Laut Cina Selatan di Barat. Tempat tiga arus bertemu, demikian katamu. Seperti sesuatu yang telah dirajahkan di hatiku pada kehidupan-kehidupan sebelumnya, seperti pengetahuan purba yang sudah tersimpan dalam 4 pasangan basa A, C, G, T dalam DNA-ku jauh sebelum diriku: aku tahu, di sinilah, pada saatnya nanti, kita akan bertemu.

Sampai waktunya tiba,


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Choco-Apple Pancake

A very simple and perfect recipe for a rainy afternoon!

Choco-Apple Pancake recipe:

  • 1 cup of flour
  • 2 tbsp of cocoa powder
  • 3 tbsp of sugar (you can add more sugar if you like it sweet)
  • 1 tsp of baking powder
  • 3/4 cup of chocolate milk
  • 1 egg
  • 2 tbsp of melted butter
  • slices of apples


  1. Whisk 3/4 cup of chocolate milk, egg and melted butter
  2. Pour the liquid mixture into a bowl of dry ingredients: flour, cocoa powder, sugar, baking powder. Stir well.
  3. Heat your non-stick frying pan, test the heat by sprinkling a few flecks of the batter onto the pan.
  4. Pour about 3 tablespoons from the batter to the center of the frying pan.
  5. Flip the pancake gently when you have seen bubbles popping around the edges.
  6. Serve hot with slices of apples.

You can enjoy this pancake with an addition of honey and some sprinkles of cinnamon, accompanied by a cup of hot sweet tea! Happy tea-time! ^^

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a reply to #DearBangkok (2): a dream to hold on to

>> click here for a reply to #DearBangkok (1): a postcard to remember

Dear Dimas,

Minggu malam di Waterfront Esplanade. Lampu-lampu kota menyala seperti ribuan kunang-kunang. Kita dulu pernah berjalan-jalan di sekitaran sini, berlarian, tertawa, dan menjepretkan kamera.

Jadi, ketika aku menengadah memandangi langit Singapura yang berawan malam itu, aku teringat kamu. Tentang cerita-cerita dan keriaan yang pernah kita bagi di sini. Malam itu angin bertiup kencang, lebih kencang dari biasa. Aku bisa melihat gumpalan awan berarak menjauh, lekas, tinggi di atas kepalaku. Rasanya seperti berada dalam sebuah adegan time-lapse.

I can stare at the sky for hours,” aku bergumam.

I know, right? I just love the sky! Have always loved it since I was a child,” kawanku menyahut. “I’ve always wanted to become an astronaut, but I let go of the dream. In such a young age.”

What happened?” tanyaku.

Kami duduk-duduk di sana sambil mengunyah keripik kentang dan menyesap Chivas dalam gelas-gelas plastik, dikelilingi turis-turis yang asyik memotret di pinggir jembatan. Beberapa dari mereka berpose dengan batok-batok kelapa muda, berciuman dengan latar belakang Singapore River, mendorong kereta bayi dengan satu tangan. Aku jadi teringat ketika kita berpose di Merlion suatu siang, Dim. Mungkin orang-orang juga memandangi kita, tetapi kita terlalu senang saat itu untuk bisa merisaukan apa yang dipikirkan orang-orang.


My dad knew that I love the sky so much. So one day, when I was 9, he came home with a bunch of books about the sky and the outer space and galaxies,” kawanku melanjutkan. “Sejak saat itu, aku selalu menengadah ke langit, dan aku melihat pesawat-pesawat luar angkasa, roket, all the space-gadgets I saw in the book. Pada suatu kesempatan, di sekolah, guruku bertanya kepada murid-murid tentang cita-cita mereka ketika mereka besar nanti. Aku jawab, aku ingin jadi astronot. Dan guruku hanya menyeringai dan menjawab: that won’t be possible, you can’t be an astronaut here, not in Malaysia.”

What kind of teacher was that?!!” aku nyaris tidak percaya. “It’s too sad!”

Exactly! I mean, saying such thing to a 9-year-old! Well, that was when I let go of my dream. And you know what? Bulan Oktober 2007, astronot pertama Malaysia, Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor, bertolak ke luar angkasa dengan roket Russian Soyuz. I couldn’t stop thinking: it could have been me! If only I hold on to my dream! Dan penyesalan terbesarku bukanlah fakta bahwa aku tidak menjadi astronot, tetapi lebih karena aku telah melepaskan mimpiku itu. Who knows, meskipun aku tidak bisa pergi ke luar angkasa, mungkin aku bisa bekerja di NASA, atau semacamnya, doing things that I love, exploring the sky. And most importantly, at least I know I’ve tried.”

Di situlah aku teringat kamu, Dim. Teringat kita.

We need to hold on to our dreams, no matter what.

Kita akan saling melindungi mimpi kita masing-masing dari terpaan sinisme orang-orang yang seringkali mengerdilkan apa-apa yang mereka anggap tidak realistis. Tetapi realita adalah apa yang ingin kita percayai, Dim. Bukan begitu? Kita masih akan menikmati hujan dan bintang dan langit dan awan dan pasir yang basah oleh jilatan ombak, lalu membayangkan hal-hal yang menyenangkan. Kita masih akan bahagia mengejar mimpi-mimpi kita tak peduli seberapa lama waktu yang kita butuhkan untuk mencapainya.

We have a lifetime to hold on to our dreams, and most importantly, when things get rough, we have each other to hold on to.

Lain kali, ketika kita duduk-duduk di luar dan memandangi langit yang berawan, kita masih akan tertawa-tawa dan memekik riang melihat bentuk-bentuk lucu itu: bola basket, sapi, kue mangkuk, nenek sihir, kepala kucing—bahkan ketika orang-orang lain yang kebetulan lewat hanya melihat segumpal awan.



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Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” | Dr. Seuss

Suatu hari kawanmu bertanya: “What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you?”

Tanpa pikir panjang, kamu menjawab: “Being 17.”

Usia tujuh belas (juga dua atau tiga tahun sebelum dan sesudahnya), merupakan masa-masa paling sulit dalam hidupmu. Saat itulah kamu sungguh-sungguh berpikir untuk lari. Meninggalkan semua yang kamu miliki (atau semua yang tidak kamu miliki) di belakang. Memulai kehidupan baru di suatu tempat, di mana tak ada seorang pun yang mengenalmu.

Kamu mulai berpikir dan membuat daftar tentang barang-barang yang akan kau bawa di dalam ranselmu ketika kamu pergi: dompet, uang tabungan, akte kelahiran dan ijazah, buku-buku harian, novel-novel favoritmu, walkman dan kaset-kaset Eminem, juga kertas dan pensil. Ya, banyak kertas dan pensil. Kamu mulai memikirkan apa yang akan kamu makan nanti, di mana kamu akan tinggal, apa yang akan kamu kerjakan (warung makan, loteng atau gudang di rumah seseorang, menjadi pelayan di toko atau restoran).

Kamu juga sungguh-sungguh memikirkan tentang bunuh diri. Tentang siapa yang akan kehilanganmu, apa yang akan kau tuliskan di surat perpisahanmu, cara bunuh diri apa yang bersih, cepat dan tidak menyakitkan. Tentu ini berarti kamu tidak ingin menyayat nadi, menenggelamkan diri, atau terjun dari lantai atas sebuah gedung bertingkat. Mungkin kamu akan memilih arsenik jika kamu tahu di mana dan bagaimana kamu bisa mendapatkannya (lalu kamu tersadar bahwa kamu terlalu banyak membaca novel-novel detektif Hitchcock dan Agatha Christie).

Tetapi kamu tidak.

Tidak lari dan tidak bunuh diri.

Kamu memagari kamarmu dengan tumpukan buku-buku, tulisan-tulisanmu, kertas-kertas dari kehidupan yang lalu, cerita-cerita yang mengisi setiap ruang kosong dalam laci-lacimu, bunyi ketak-ketik di atas keyboard komputermu. Eminem marah dan menangis di dalam kepalamu. Kamu menemukan cara untuk merasa tidak sendirian. Akhirnya kamu bisa merasa bahwa kamu bukan satu-satunya. Kamu mencari lirik-lirik gelap dan sedih itu di Internet, menerjemahkannya menggunakan kamus Inggris-Indonesia, kemudian membacanya lagi berkali-kali hingga kertasnya lusuh dan nyaris sobek karena terlalu sering tertetesi air mata.

Kamu membawa walkman dan Eminem ke mana-mana; juga sebatang pensil untuk memutar kaset di dalamnya kalau kamu sedang ingin menghemat baterai.


Tadi pagi, kamu terbangun menjelang subuh. Ada suara burung kunti di kejauhan (kamu tak tahu nama burung itu, tetapi kamu menyebutnya burung kunti karena ia bersuara mengerikan), ditingkahi suara adzan dari masjid di dekat rumah.

Kamu bergelung kedinginan di tempat tidur, merapatkan selimut, dan mendengarkan. Kamu selalu suka suara-suara pagi. Suara-suara lewat tengah malam hingga sebelum matahari terbit. Suara-suara kesunyian. Tokek berbunyi dari suatu sudut di teras rumahmu. Dulu, kamu biasa menghitung dalam hati: he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not…

Tetapi kini kamu menikmatinya saja. Tak tahu harus mempertanyakan apa.

Perjalanan, sedianya membawa seseorang berpindah dari satu titik ke titik lain. Hanya saja, titik-titik ini tak selalu ditandai dengan tiket pesawat atau kereta api, bis malam menuju kota-kota yang tak bercahaya, atau sebuah rumah dengan teras lucu dan dapur kecil di dalamnya. Perjalanan tak menuntutmu bertemu orang-orang baru atau membawa kamera, atau membuat paspor dan membawa peta.

Terkadang yang kamu butuhkan hanya kesunyian. Mengheningkan tubuh, pikiran, dan hatimu. Kamu duduk di tempat yang sama, melihat jauh ke belakang, menarik napas dalam-dalam, lalu tersenyum: menyadari bahwa satu perjalanan besar telah kamu lewati tanpa beranjak pergi.

Hatimu lapang.

Ya, kamu sudah pulang.