the cure

this may not be wordful. but this is heart-ful...

to any kind of pain
to any kind of insanity
they are the cure

the little guy

I am not a patient girl. nothing happens on my due date drove me crazy. I didn't want to be induce or have C-section. then I did crazy thing that I thought would give me contraction.
aku bukan gadis penyabar. tidak terjadi apa-apa di HPL bikan aku senewen. aku ga mau diinduksi apalagi operasi. lalu aku melakukan hal-hal gila, yang aku pikir bisa merangsang kontraksi

I swept the whole house's floor (well it is a small house anyway :P)
I cleaned the bath room
I walked 2 kilo meters in the morning, and again in the afternoon
aku ngepel seluruh rumah (halah, rumah kecil ding :P)
aku nyikat kamar mandi
aku jalan 2 kilo di pagi hari, dan lagi sore harinya
I wanted to walk around every floor in the biggest mall in the city but Dan thought it was too crazy he could not tolerate.
aku mau jalan-jalan keliling tiap lantai di mal paling besar di semarang, tapi ga boleh sama Dan.

I don't know if those worked, or there was any other reasons. I got contraction and about 9 pm I went to hospital. until 7 am (GOD, ten hours!) there was no progress, my contraction stood still, even weakening. I didn't want but I needed a little induction to fix the contraction. at 8 am they put it in, and alhamdulillah at 9.10 am, this little guy says hello to me.
ngga tahu apakah itu hasil usahaku atau ada sebab lain. akhirnya aku dapat kontraksi dan jam 9 malam masuk rumah sakit. sampai jam 7 pagi (Ya Tuhan, sepuluh jam!) tidak ada kemajuan. kontraksiku bukannya nambah malah melemah. aku tidak ingin tapi harus diberi induksi untuk memperbaiki kontraksi. jam delapan infus dipasang, dan alhamdulillah jam 09.10, lelaki ganteng ini berteriak menyapaku

world, Dek Ai'
dunia, Dek Ai'


*we haven't find a name but we already have that nick name.
*belum nemu nama panjang, pokoknya panggilanannya begitu

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this has been the biggest toot of the week. so I'm joining

Facebook and Honesty

ibu, please delete my facebook account
I don't think I want it any longer
I will not use it
it was created with a lie
by telling that I was thirteen...
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and I felt my head was hit by a hammer


ibu, tolong hapus akun facebook-ku
aku ngga pengen lagi
aku ngga mau pakai
itu dibikinnya pakai bohong
masa dibilang umurku tigabelas...
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kepalaku rasanya dipalu

that's my boy...

we just finished praying Maghrib. Ir sat on my lap facing me.

Ir: is this Monday?
me: ya
Ir: tomorrow Tuesday
me: ya
Ir: I will have to go to school
me: ya
Ir: I want a day off
me: a day off? tomorrow is not a holiday
Ir: I don’t want to go to school
me: oh?
Ir: I want to quit school forever...
me: hm... *quite for seconds* okay.
Ir: *starred at me* okay?
me: *nodded* so I can save some money, coz I don’t need to pay for your school and pick-up car.
Ir: *cuddled up on my chest* I don’t want to quit school. I want to go to school
me: ya. that’s my boy. holiday is coming anyway..
Ir: *looked up* holiday?
me: ya. a long holiday
Ir: long? why?
me: because teachers understand, going to school everyday can make students tired and get bored. holidays will make them fresh again and go to school happily.

Ir smiled, looked so happy, and cuddled up again

Ir: ibu, it’s cold. hug me.

so I hugged him, and together we swing forward and backward and forward and backward and for ward and backward…

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Ir duduk di pangkuanku, menghadap aku. kami baru selesai sholat Maghrib

Ir: ini hari senin ya
me: iya
Ir: besok selasa
me: iya
Ir: aku harus sekolah
me: iya
Ir: aku pengen libur
me: libur apa? besok ngga libur
Ir: aku pengen bolos
me: oh?
Ir: aku pengen bolos selamanya...
me: hm... *diam sebentar* boleh
Ir: *memandangku* boleh?
me: *mengangguk* jadi ibu berkurang bayar sekolahnya. tidak perlu bayar Mbah Min (mobil jemputan - red)
Ir: *nyungsep di dadaku* aku ngga mau bolos. aku mau sekolah
me: anak keren, kan bentar lagi libur..
Ir: *mendongak* libur?
me: iya. libur panjang
Ir: panjang? kenapa?
me: karena bu guru tahu, sekolah terus itu bisa bikin murid murid bosen dan capek. jadi setiap habis tes anak-anak boleh libur panjang... nanti kalau sudah ilang bosennya, jadi semangat sekolah lagi.

Ir tersenyum bahagia lalu nyungsep di dadaku lagi.

Ir: ibu, dingin. peluk.

lalu aku peluk Ir. dan bergoyang badan kami ke depan, ke belakang, ke depan, kebelakang, ke depan, ke depan, ke belakang.....

pets

Ir's fish was dead
ikan cupang piaraan Ir mati

so to make him stop crying, I told him to put in the box, the crab he and Ar took from some ditch near our house
supaya dia berhenti menangis, aku suruh dia masukin kepiting yang sebelumnya dia dan Ar ambil dari parit deket rumah

Dan thought it was too creepy, so he bought Ar Ir a pair of turtles
tapi kata Dan binatang itu terlalu nggilani, maka dia belikan Ar Ir sepasang kura-kura

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I'm joining Wordful Wednesday, see more here:

Wordful Wednesday - bau kertas terbakar...

Wordful Wednesday - I smell something burning...

last monday, at about 10.30 in my office

'pak, yang bener aja dong, kalau buang puntung rokok jangan di tempat sampah!'
'aku ngga ngrokok...'
'oh please, you shouldn't put you cigarettes in the trash basket'
'I wasn't smoking...'

kriiing....!!!!!

'kebakaran... turun semua... kebakaran...!!'
'fire... everybody get down... FIRE!!'

aku masih bengong di tempat dudukku. tapi kulihat dari arah dapur mulai mengepul asap putih. spontan hal pertama yang kulakukan menyambar laptop di mejaku dan menjejalkannya asal-asalan ke wadahnya. untung ngga lagi tak sambung adaptor. aku langsung menyusul yang lain keluar ruangan. tapi baru sampai pintu tangga balik lagi, HP dan kacamata ketinggalan. udah turun hampir sampai lantai 2, balik lagi, kepikiran uang tabungan teman-teman di laciku.
I sat stiffed there on my seat. but then I saw from the kitchen some smoke started to spread into our room. my first reaction was grabbing my laptop, put it in its case, and went eith the other employees ran out the door. I almost got to the emergency stair when I realized I've left my phone and glasses. so I turned back to take them. but again, after few steps down stair, I remember I left some amount of money in my drawer. I turned back again

saat itu ruanganku sudah penuh asap, dan aku sempat melihat nyala api (warnanya oranye...) di arah dapur.
that time my room was filled with smoke, and I saw the fire at the kitchen

sayang ngga kepikiran moto oranye-oranye itu. boro-boro... aku udah gemeteran menyeret ranselku yang tiba-tiba terasa lebih berat dari biasanya, dan asapnya mulai hitam pekat dan seperti mengejar aku yang lari sepanjang lorong ke arah tangga darurat.
too bad, I didn't even think to take a picture of it. I was too afraid and trembly dragging my backpack that suddenly felt heavier than it usually was. and the smoke was turning to dark and like chasing me running along the corridor to the emergency stair.

kupikir aku ini pemberani. paling tidak cukup berani untuk berhenti sebentar ambil foto api atau asap. blehh...!! :P.
ternyata aku cuma bisa ikut yang lain, lari menyelamatkan diri (dan harta karun) keluar gedung.
I thought I was a brave girl. at least brave enough to stop for a while and took a picture of the fire or smoke.. bbbllhhh... :P
all I did was just ran to save my self (and my treasure) out the building.

alhamdulillah, pemadam kebakaran cepat datang. api bisa dilokalisir di tempat asalnya, belum sempat menjalar ke mana-mana. diduga penyebabnya adalah hubungan arus pendek. terima kasih pak pemadam, anda keren banget... :)
alhamdulillah, the firefighters soon came. the fire was blocked at the location where it started and didn't spread out any farther. they said it was caused by an electricity short cut. thanks to the firefighters, you are so cool.... :)

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see more Wordful Wednesday at Angie's

aku ngga ingin anakku jadi artis

I don't want my kids to be celebrities

tapi ini komentar mbakku: kamu boleh ngga ingin. gimana kalau anaknya yang ingin?
but this is what my sister said: may be you don't but what if they do?

aku selalu dukung Ibit ikut lomba-lomba di Ungaran-Semarang. tapi ikut audisi Idola Cilik?
audisinya aja di yogya. belum lagi kalau lolos (ya ampun pede-nya!) apa ngga harus bolak-balik Semarang Jakarta?
I always supported Ibit to join any singing contest in our city. but joining Idola Cilik? (it's like Indonesian Idol for kids). the audition would be held in Yogya. and if she make it (ugh, like if she would!), means I would have to travel Semarang - Jakarta every weekend.

'aku ingin tau, menurut mereka aku bagus ngga nyanyinya', katanya
'I only want to know, how good they think I sing', she said

ya sudah, masak mau ngga dibolehin? paling-paling juga ngga lolos audisi. (duh, doa yang jelek karena males ngebayangin ribetnya kalau lolos....)
well, would I say 'NO'? I think she wouldn't make it (what a bad prayer of a mom who can not imagine how hard it would be if she does make it)

sudah sering lihat yang beginian di tivi, tapi ngalami sendiri?
as seen on TV, but being a part of it?

capeknya ngantri tiga jam lebih
tired being in three hours waiting in line

dalam jenuh kami mulai gila-gilaan....
and we started going crazy...

dan ibit senang dapat teman baru
and she was glad to have a new friend

pengumumannya masih besok, lewat telepon bagi yang berhasil. berdebar-debar. bingung musti berharap lolos atau tidak....
they will let us know if she made it or not tomorrow, by phone. I don't know what to wish better, should she make it or not...

cerita seram

scary story

di perjalanan pulang dari embah sehabis acara pertemeuan keluarga di hari ketiga idul fitri..
on our way home from family reunion on day 3 idul fitri...

udah masuk maghrib, dan anak2 kayanya boring banget di mobil. untungnya ibit punya ide seru, mereka akan bergantian telling scary story...
it's getting dark, and the kids seem bored sitting in the car. fortunately Ibit had an idea, they should tell scary story

cerita pertama dari Ibit. dia menceritakan kembali salah satu novel thriller anak anak yang pernah dibacanya. adik-adiknya lumayan dibikin ketakutan, apalagi aku nambahin sound efffect.. (yang tulisannya di-italic itu aku)
first story by Ibit. She retold a kid thriller story she read. her brothers seem got goosebumped... more over with the sound effect I added. (the italized words is me)

laudia dan nadya memasuki rumah itu
i..hi…hi..hi…
belum ibu….!!!!
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lalu terdengarlah suara itu
…
ibu, ayo suaranya…
ho.. ho.. ho..
bukan… yang tadi…
uhuk.. uhuk.. uhuk..
bukaaa..n.. yang tadi yang mirip hantu beneran…

*gubrakk!!*

laudia and nadya entered the empty house...
ee... hee...hee
Ibu... not yet..

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and then they hear that voice
...
Ibu... the voice.. the voice..
ho.. ho.. ho..
no not that... the voice you made before...
ough.. ough..
Ibu... that lady ghost voice.. you sound so much like her.. c'mon do it again..

*brakkss!!*

cerita kedua dari Ar, sepertinya murni dari khayalannya. deskripsinya tentang hantu bener2 menyeramkan...
the second turn was Ar. he told something from his imagination I think, and his description of ghost was pretty scary...

hantu itu menempel di pohon
matanya yang satu merem, yang satunya lagi bolong
bibirnya…
besar

eh, ngga
bibirnya… mm..
bibirnya… uh..
bibirnya…
ngga ada

ngga ada bibir dan hidungnya…

*serem*

the ghost sticked to a tree
his left eye was closed, and the right one is a hole
his mouth is...
big

ah, no
his mouth is..
his mouth is..
not there

no mouth and nose

*scary*

cerita ketiga dari Ir, berdasarkan pengalaman pribadi, cerita waktu dia main di game fantasia...
last turn was Ir, he told a story based upon his experience when he went to a play ground

suatu hari aku pergi ke game fantasia
lalu aku main pancing-pancingan

tiba-tiba pancinganku gerak-gerak sendiri, padahal ngga ada orang
lalu … pyuk!!
airnya nyiprat ke mukaku…

*dan ini komentar Ar: serem itu?*

one day I went to game fantasia
I played fishing

suddenly my fish hook moved, while there was no one there
and... pyukk!!
the water splashed to my face

*Ar commented: is that scary?*

ooh... siapa sangka anak-anakku ternyata pendongeng yang hebat?
ooh.. who ever thought that my children are great story tellers?