Kisah indah itu berawal di saat aku mengenal sosok Gian, saat keluargaku pindah k desa itu karena orang tuaku bangkrut.masih ku ingat ketika pertama kali dia menyapaku.
"hey, baru ya pindah ke sini ?" tanya gian saat ituaku tak menjawab pertanyaan itu lalu pergi, saat itu yang ku pikirkan Gian hanya seorang cowok yang hanya iseng karena aku cewek baru di desanya, pasti dia akan bangga mengenal cewek baru lebih dulu dari teman2nya, terlebih jika dia bisa membuatku jatuh cinta. BASI ! jerit hatiku saat itu, trik seperti itu sudah ga jaman lagi.
"pagi ..!!!"suara itu lagi . aku hanya melirik dan berlalu.begitulah dia setiap pagi menyapaku dan aku melakukan hal yang sama.seminggu telah berlalu.susah ternyata beradaptasi di tempat yang benar-benar baru untuk kita, terkadang aku menganggap ini ga adil , saat anak-anak lain bebas berkreasi , melakukan apapun yang mereka ingginkan, aku malah terjebak di situasi seperti ini , orangtuaku tak mampu lagi membiayai aku.
kuliah, hal yang aku impikan dari dulu kini bagai mimpi yang begitu sulit untuk ku capai. entah ini salah siapa ? terlalu sulit aku mencari tahu . padahal di SMA aku selalu ada di posisi 3 besar bahkan ada sebagian teman yang menganggapku siswa berprestasi, ternyata itu ga cukup untuk menjamin aku bisa kuliah seperti mereka,
"melamun itu ga baik loh !" suara itu lagi, sepertinya didesa ini hanya ada suara itu karena aku selalu mendengarnya sejak pertama aku di sini. seperti biasa aku hanya diam , dan itu berjalan hampir sebulan.
" selamat y aku dengar kamu akan mengajar disini y ?" aku meliriknya dari mana dia tahu, ingin sekali aku tanyakan itu tapi hatiku terlalu anggkuh.hari pertama aku menjadi seorang guru di sebuah SMP, aneh memang seorang tamatan SMA menjadi guru SMP , tapi menjadi mungkin di daerah terpencil ini.aku mulai bisa tersenyum sekarang karena aku bisa menjadi guru untuk anak-anak desa ini, terlebih karena aku jadi guru Matematika , pelajaran yang dari dulu sangat ku gemari.
dua bulan telah berlalu aku semakin menikmati pekerjaanku dan desa semakin dekat denganku, beberapa teman telah ku kenal termasuk cowok yang selalu menyapaku sejak pertama aku disini, masih jelas di ingatanku kala pertama kali aku menyapanya,
" pagi bu !" sapanya seperti biasa
" pagi Gian...!! " jawabku sambil tersenyum tipis, aku mulai bisa menghapus pikiran buruk tentang dia, mungkin dia memang tulus.sore itu aku dan gian pergi ke kota mewakili desa itu untuk mewakili karang taruna.
" menjadi guru pasti menyenangkan ya rie ?"
" ya tergantung, ada suka ada duka"
" tapi lebih banyak sukanya"
"emh... mungkin "
"oya rie , aku boleh nanya ga ?"
"nanya ja Gian kalo aku bisa jawab pasti aku jawab"
"tapi kamu jangan marah, dulu kanapa kamu ga mau jadi teman aku ?"
"bukan ga mau, dulu aku masih baru wajar ja kan kalo aku sedikit meragukan ketulusan kamu"
" oh....... kirain kenapa ? emh,, kalo sekarang gimana ? apa ketulusan aku bisa kamu percaya?"
"tergantung gimana sikap kamu nanti"
kami tersenyum obrolan hari itu semakin membuat kami akrab dari hari ke hari ada saja kegiatan yang menyatukan kami.bisa di pastikan dimana ada gian di sana ada aku.hari-hari indah kian berjalan tak terasa sudah hampir setahun aku disini, sekarang desa kecil ini sudah seperti kampung halaman ku sendiri. persahabatanku pada Gian kian dekat sampai suatu hari hal yang tak pernah aku pikirkan sebelumnya .malam itu tiba - tiba Gian mengajakku ke danau di dekat desa itu
" rie aku boleh nanya sesuatu ?" aku heran kenapa tiba-tiba dia nanya seperti itu
" ya udah nanya ja ian, apain sih ?" aku semakin ingin tahu apa yang sebenarnya dia katakan
" apa selama kita bersama kamu pernah berpikir jika hubungan kita lebih dari sahabat?" aku tertegun, pertanyaan itu sama sekali jauh di pikiranku.
" gian, maksudnya? jangan bilang kalo kamu mau aku jadi pacar kamu ?"
" rie, kita udah lama bersama sebagai sahabat, kamu sendiri dan aku sendiri apa salahnya kita mencoba untuk menyatukan hati kita"
" gian, itu ga mungkin hanya pikiran kita yang bisa disatukan bukan hati kita,!"
" jadi,,,,,,,,,,,,,,!?"
gian pergi meninggalkan aku dengan segudang pikiran berkecamuk di pikiranku malam itu, cinta terlalu rumit untukku dan aku takut untuk jatuh cinta, memiliki dan akhirnya kehilangan,.
sebulan aku tak melihat gian, sepertinya dia sengaja menghindariku , mulanya aku berpikir ini memang yang terbaik tapi lama kelamaan aku semakin merasa sepi, tak ada gian yang selalu menemaniku, aku merindukan sosok gian yang hampir setahun ini menjadi sahabatku, akhirnya ku putuskan untuk menemui gian.
" ada apa rie ?"
" ada apa harusnya aku yang nanya gitu apa karena cinta kamu aku tolak lantas kamu melupakan persahabatan kita.kamu benar-benar picik ian.!"
"picik,!!! aku hanya realistis rie, aku cowok dan kamu cewek ga mungkin selamamnya kita bersama tapi statusnya hanya sahabat, aku butuh cinta rie, seseorang yang mau menemani aku hingga akhir usia aku, begitu juga dengan kamu aku rasa"
"gian, lalu kenapa selama ini kamu menemani aku , setahun gian,bukan waktu yang singkat, kamu tahu aku ga mungkin jatuh cinta sama siapapun itu !"
" lalu kenapa kamu nyari aku ?"" aku kehilangan kamu gian ,"
" lalu ?"
" entahlah, aku bisa takut jatuh cinta, memiliki dan kehilangan, tapi nyatanya tanpa jatuh cinta aku kehilangan kamu"air mataku semakin tak tertahan dan dalam isakku aku terus bicara
"..sekarang, aku ga tahu harus gimana gian , aku sendiri tanpa kamu !"tangisku semakin pecah.aku rasakan begitu hangat pelukan gian, aku inggin seperti ini sejenak saja jika memang tak bisa selamanya.
"sekarang, aku ga perduli gian apapun yang terjadi, jika memang dengan mencintai kamu dan menjadi pacar kamu aku ga kehilangan kamu maka akan aku lakukan itu,"
" maafin aku rie, harusnya aku ga egois , mulai sekarang aku gakan maksa kamu untuk mencintai aku , aku akan terus ada untuk kamu sampai kamu siap membuka hatimu untuk aku,a"
Thanks god ! hanya itu yang mampu kuucapkan meski aku ga tahu pasti kapan keindahan ini akan berakhir. by : srikomaria
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Banun
Bila ada yang bertanya, siapa makhluk paling kikir di kampung itu, tidak akan ada yang menyanggah bahwa perempuan ringkih yang punggungnya telah melengkung serupa sabut kelapa itulah jawabannya. Semula ia hanya dipanggil Banun. Namun, lantaran sifat kikirnya dari tahun ke tahun semakin mengakar, pada sebuah pergunjingan yang penuh dengan kedengkian, seseorang menambahkan kata ”kikir” di belakang nama ringkas itu, hingga ia ternobat sebagai Banun Kikir. Konon, hingga riwayat ini disiarkan, belum ada yang sanggup menumbangkan rekor kekikiran Banun.
Ada banyak Banun di perkampungan lereng bukit yang sejak dulu tanahnya subur hingga tersohor sebagai daerah penghasil padi kwalitet nomor satu itu. Pertama, Banun dukun patah-tulang yang dangau usangnya kerap didatangi laki-laki pekerja keras bila pinggang atau pangkal lengannya terkilir akibat terlampau bergairah mengayun cangkul. Disebut-sebut, kemampuan turun-temurun Banun ini tak hanya ampuh mengobati patah-tulang orang-orang tani, tapi juga bisa mempertautkan kembali lutut kuda yang retak, akibat bendi yang dihelanya terguling lantaran sarat muatan. Kedua, Banun dukun beranak yang kehandalannya lebih dipercayai ketimbang bidan desa yang belum apa-apa sudah angkat tangan, lalu menyarankan pasien buntingnya bersalin di rumah sakit kabupaten. Sedemikian mumpuninya kemampuan Banun kedua ini, bidan desa merasa lebih banyak menimba pengalaman dari dukun itu ketimbang dari buku-buku semasa di akademi. Ketiga, Banun tukang lemang yang hanya akan tampak sibuk pada hari Selasa dan Sabtu, hari berburu yang nyaris tak sekali pun dilewatkan oleh para penggila buru babi dari berbagai pelosok. Di hutan mana para pemburu melepas anjing, di sana pasti tegak lapak lemang-tapai milik Banun. Berburu seolah tidak afdol tanpa lemang-tapai bikinan Banun, yang hingga kini belum terungkap rahasianya.
Tapi, hanya ada satu Banun Kikir yang karena riwayat kekikirannya begitu menakjubkan, tanpa mengurangi rasa hormat pada Banun-banun yang lain, sepatutnyalah ia menjadi lakon dalam cerita ini.
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Di sepanjang usianya, Banun Kikir tak pernah membeli minyak tanah untuk mengasapi dapur keluarganya. Perempuan itu menanak nasi dengan cara menyorongkan seikat daun kelapa kering ke dalam tungku, dan setelah api menyala, lekas disorongkannya pula beberapa keping kayu bakar yang selalu tersedia di bawah lumbungnya. Saban petang, selepas bergelimang lumpur sawah, daun-daun kelapa kering itu dipikulnya dari kebun yang sejak lama telah digarapnya. Mungkin sudah tak terhitung berapa jumlah simpanan Banun selama ia menahan diri untuk tidak membeli minyak tanah guna menyalakan tungku. Sebab, daun-daun kelapa kering di kebunnya tiada bakal pernah berhenti berjatuhan.
”Hasil sawah yang tak seberapa itu hendak dibawa mati, Mak?” tanya Rimah suatu ketika. Kuping anak gadis Banun itu panas karena gunjing perihal Banun Kikir tiada kunjung reda.
”Mak tak hanya kikir pada orang lain, tapi juga kikir pada perut sendiri,” gerutu Nami, anak kedua Banun.
”Tak usah hiraukan gunjingan orang! Kalau benar apa yang mereka tuduhkan, kalian tak bakal mengenyam bangku sekolah, dan seumur-umur akan jadi orang tani,” bentak Banun.
”Sebagai anak yang lahir dari rahim orang tani, semestinya kalian paham bagaimana tabiat petani sejati.”
Sejak itulah Banun menyingkapkan rahasia hidupnya pada anak-anaknya, termasuk pada Rimah, anak bungsunya itu. Ia menjelaskan kata ”tani” sebagai penyempitan dari ”tahani”, yang bila diterjemahkan ke dalam bahasa orang kini berarti: ”menahan diri”. Menahan diri untuk tidak membeli segala sesuatu yang dapat diperoleh dengan cara bercocok tanam. Sebutlah misalnya, sayur-mayur, cabai, bawang, seledri, kunyit, lengkuas, jahe. Di sepanjang riwayatnya dalam menyelenggarakan hidup, orang tani hanya akan membeli garam. Minyak goreng sekalipun, sedapat-dapatnya dibikin sendiri. Begitu ajaran mendiang suami Banun, yang meninggalkan perempuan itu ketika anak-anaknya belum bisa mengelap ingus sendiri. Semakin banyak yang dapat ”ditahani” Banun, semakin kokoh ia berdiri sebagai orang tani.
Maka, selepas kesibukannya menanam, menyiangi, dan menuai padi di sawah milik sendiri, dengan segenap tenaga yang tersisa, Banun menghijaukan pekarangan dengan bermacam-ragam sayuran, cabai, seledri, bawang, lengkuas, jahe, kunyit, gardamunggu, jeruk nipis, hingga semua kebutuhannya untuk memasak tersedia hanya beberapa jengkal dari sudut dapurnya. Bila semua kebutuhan memasak harus dibeli Banun dengan penghasilannya sebagai petani padi, tentu akan jauh dari memadai. Bagi Banun, segala sesuatu yang dapat tumbuh di atas tanahnya, lagi pula apa yang tak bisa tumbuh di tanah kampung itu akan ditanamnya, agar ia selalu terhindar dari keharusan membeli. Dengan begitu, penghasilan dari panen padi, kelak bakal terkumpul, guna membeli lahan sawah yang lebih luas lagi. Dan, setelah bertahun-tahun menjadi orang tani, tengoklah keluarga Banun kini. Hampir separuh dari lahan sawah yang terbentang di wilayah kampung tempat ia lahir dan dibesarkan, telah jatuh ke tangannya. Orang-orang menyebutnya tuan tanah, yang seolah tidak pernah kehabisan uang guna meladeni mereka yang terdesak keperluan biaya sekolah anak-anak. Tak jarang pula untuk biaya keberangkatan anak-anak gadis mereka ke luar negeri, untuk menjadi TKW, lalu menggadai, bahkan menjual lahan sawah. Empat orang anak Banun telah disarjanakan dengan kucuran peluhnya selama menjadi orang tani.
***
Sesungguhnya Banun tidak lupa pada orang yang pertama kali menjulukinya Banun Kikir hingga nama buruk itu melekat sampai umurnya hampir berkepala tujuh. Orang itu tidak lain adalah Palar, laki-laki ahli waris tunggal kekayaan ibu-bapaknya. Namun, karena tak terbiasa berkubang lumpur sawah, Palar tak pernah sanggup menjalankan lelaku orang tani. Untuk sekebat sayur Kangkung pun, Zubaidah (istri Palar), harus berbelanja ke pasar. Pekarangan rumahnya gersang. Kolamnya kering. Bahkan sebatang pohon Singkong pun menjadi tumbuhan langka. Selama masih tersedia di pasar, kenapa harus ditanam? Begitu kira-kira prinsip hidup Palar. Baginya, bercocok tanam aneka tumbuhan untuk kebutuhan makan sehari-hari, hanya akan membuat pekerjaan di sawah jadi terbengkalai. Lagi pula, bukankah ada tauke yang selalu berkenan memberi pinjaman, selama orang tani masih mau menyemai benih? Namun, tauke-tauke yang selalu bermurah-hati itu, bahkan sebelum sawah digarap, akan mematok harga jual padi seenak perutnya, dan para petani tidak berkutik dibuatnya. Perangai lintah darat itu sudah merajalela, bahkan sejak Banun belum mahir menyemai benih. Palar salah satu korbannya. Dua pertiga lahan sawah yang diwarisinya telah berpindah tangan pada seorang tauke, lantaran dari musim ke musim hasil panennya merosot. Palar juga terpaksa melego beberapa petak sawah guna membiayai kuliah Rustam, anak laki-laki satu-satunya, yang kelak bakal menyandang gelar insinyur pertanian. Dalam belitan hutang yang entah kapan bakal terlunasi, Palar mendatangi rumah Banun, hendak meminang Rimah untuk Rustam.
”Karena kita sama-sama orang tani, bagaimana kalau Rimah kita nikahkan dengan Rustam?” bujuk Palar masa itu.
”Pinanganmu terlambat. Rimah sudah punya calon suami,” balas Banun dengan sorot mata sinis.
”Keluargamu beruntung bila menerima Rustam. Ia akan menjadi satu-satunya insinyur pertanian di kampung ini, dan hendak menerapkan cara bertani zaman kini, hingga orang-orang tani tidak lagi terpuruk dalam kesusahan,” ungkap Palar sebelum meninggalkan rumah Banun.
”Maafkan saya, Palar.”
Rupanya penolakan Banun telah menyinggung perasaan Palar. Lelaki itu merasa terhina. Mentang-mentang sudah kaya, Banun mentah-mentah menolak pinangannya. Dan, yang lebih menyakitkan, ini bukan penolakan yang pertama. Tiga bulan setelah suami Banun meninggal, Palar menyampaikan niatnya hendak mempersunting janda kembang itu. Tapi, Banun bertekad akan membesarkan anak-anaknya tanpa suami baru. Itu sebabnya Palar menggunakan segala siasat dan muslihat agar Banun termaklumatkan sebagai perempuan paling kikir di kampung itu. Palar hendak membuat Banun menanggung malu, bila perlu sampai ajal datang menjemputnya.
***
Meski kini sudah zaman gas elpiji, Banun masih mengasapi dapur dengan daun kelapa kering dan kayu bakar, hingga ia masih menyandang julukan si Banun Kikir. ”Nasi tak terasa sebagai nasi bila dimasak dengan elpiji,” kilah Banun saat menolak tawaran Rimah yang hendak membelikannya kompor gas. Rimah sudah hidup berkecukupan bersama suaminya yang bekerja sebagai guru di ibu kota kabupaten. Begitu pula dengan Nami dan dua anak Banun yang lain. Sejak menikah, mereka tinggal di rumah masing-masing. Setiap Jumat, Banun datang berkunjung, menjenguk cucu, secara bergiliran.
”Kalau Mak menerima pinangan Rustam, tentu julukan buruk itu tak pernah ada,” sesal Rimah suatu hari.
”Masa itu kenapa Mak mengatakan bahwa aku sudah punya calon suami, padahal belum, bukan?”
”Bukankah calon menantu Mak calon insinyur?”
”Tak usah kau ungkit-ungkit lagi cerita lama. Mungkin Rustam bukan jodohmu!” sela Banun.
”Tapi seandainya kami berjodoh, Mak tak akan dinamai Banun Kikir!”
Sesaat Banun diam. Tanya-tanya nyinyir Rimah mengingatkan ia pada Palar yang begitu bangga punya anak bertitel insinyur pertanian, yang katanya dapat melipatgandakan hasil panen dengan mengajarkan teori-teori pertanian. Tapi, bagaimana mungkin Rustam akan memberi contoh cara bertani modern, sementara sawahnya sudah ludes terjual? Kalau memang benar Palar orang tani yang sesungguhnya, ia tidak akan gampang menjual lahan sawah, meski untuk mencetak insinyur pertanian yang dibanggakannya itu. Apalah guna insinyur pertanian bila tidak mengamalkan laku orang tani? Banun menolak pinangan itu bukan karena Palar sedang terbelit hutang, tidak pula karena ia sudah jadi tuan tanah, tapi karena perangai buruk Palar
Ada banyak Banun di perkampungan lereng bukit yang sejak dulu tanahnya subur hingga tersohor sebagai daerah penghasil padi kwalitet nomor satu itu. Pertama, Banun dukun patah-tulang yang dangau usangnya kerap didatangi laki-laki pekerja keras bila pinggang atau pangkal lengannya terkilir akibat terlampau bergairah mengayun cangkul. Disebut-sebut, kemampuan turun-temurun Banun ini tak hanya ampuh mengobati patah-tulang orang-orang tani, tapi juga bisa mempertautkan kembali lutut kuda yang retak, akibat bendi yang dihelanya terguling lantaran sarat muatan. Kedua, Banun dukun beranak yang kehandalannya lebih dipercayai ketimbang bidan desa yang belum apa-apa sudah angkat tangan, lalu menyarankan pasien buntingnya bersalin di rumah sakit kabupaten. Sedemikian mumpuninya kemampuan Banun kedua ini, bidan desa merasa lebih banyak menimba pengalaman dari dukun itu ketimbang dari buku-buku semasa di akademi. Ketiga, Banun tukang lemang yang hanya akan tampak sibuk pada hari Selasa dan Sabtu, hari berburu yang nyaris tak sekali pun dilewatkan oleh para penggila buru babi dari berbagai pelosok. Di hutan mana para pemburu melepas anjing, di sana pasti tegak lapak lemang-tapai milik Banun. Berburu seolah tidak afdol tanpa lemang-tapai bikinan Banun, yang hingga kini belum terungkap rahasianya.
Tapi, hanya ada satu Banun Kikir yang karena riwayat kekikirannya begitu menakjubkan, tanpa mengurangi rasa hormat pada Banun-banun yang lain, sepatutnyalah ia menjadi lakon dalam cerita ini.
***
Di sepanjang usianya, Banun Kikir tak pernah membeli minyak tanah untuk mengasapi dapur keluarganya. Perempuan itu menanak nasi dengan cara menyorongkan seikat daun kelapa kering ke dalam tungku, dan setelah api menyala, lekas disorongkannya pula beberapa keping kayu bakar yang selalu tersedia di bawah lumbungnya. Saban petang, selepas bergelimang lumpur sawah, daun-daun kelapa kering itu dipikulnya dari kebun yang sejak lama telah digarapnya. Mungkin sudah tak terhitung berapa jumlah simpanan Banun selama ia menahan diri untuk tidak membeli minyak tanah guna menyalakan tungku. Sebab, daun-daun kelapa kering di kebunnya tiada bakal pernah berhenti berjatuhan.
”Hasil sawah yang tak seberapa itu hendak dibawa mati, Mak?” tanya Rimah suatu ketika. Kuping anak gadis Banun itu panas karena gunjing perihal Banun Kikir tiada kunjung reda.
”Mak tak hanya kikir pada orang lain, tapi juga kikir pada perut sendiri,” gerutu Nami, anak kedua Banun.
”Tak usah hiraukan gunjingan orang! Kalau benar apa yang mereka tuduhkan, kalian tak bakal mengenyam bangku sekolah, dan seumur-umur akan jadi orang tani,” bentak Banun.
”Sebagai anak yang lahir dari rahim orang tani, semestinya kalian paham bagaimana tabiat petani sejati.”
Sejak itulah Banun menyingkapkan rahasia hidupnya pada anak-anaknya, termasuk pada Rimah, anak bungsunya itu. Ia menjelaskan kata ”tani” sebagai penyempitan dari ”tahani”, yang bila diterjemahkan ke dalam bahasa orang kini berarti: ”menahan diri”. Menahan diri untuk tidak membeli segala sesuatu yang dapat diperoleh dengan cara bercocok tanam. Sebutlah misalnya, sayur-mayur, cabai, bawang, seledri, kunyit, lengkuas, jahe. Di sepanjang riwayatnya dalam menyelenggarakan hidup, orang tani hanya akan membeli garam. Minyak goreng sekalipun, sedapat-dapatnya dibikin sendiri. Begitu ajaran mendiang suami Banun, yang meninggalkan perempuan itu ketika anak-anaknya belum bisa mengelap ingus sendiri. Semakin banyak yang dapat ”ditahani” Banun, semakin kokoh ia berdiri sebagai orang tani.
Maka, selepas kesibukannya menanam, menyiangi, dan menuai padi di sawah milik sendiri, dengan segenap tenaga yang tersisa, Banun menghijaukan pekarangan dengan bermacam-ragam sayuran, cabai, seledri, bawang, lengkuas, jahe, kunyit, gardamunggu, jeruk nipis, hingga semua kebutuhannya untuk memasak tersedia hanya beberapa jengkal dari sudut dapurnya. Bila semua kebutuhan memasak harus dibeli Banun dengan penghasilannya sebagai petani padi, tentu akan jauh dari memadai. Bagi Banun, segala sesuatu yang dapat tumbuh di atas tanahnya, lagi pula apa yang tak bisa tumbuh di tanah kampung itu akan ditanamnya, agar ia selalu terhindar dari keharusan membeli. Dengan begitu, penghasilan dari panen padi, kelak bakal terkumpul, guna membeli lahan sawah yang lebih luas lagi. Dan, setelah bertahun-tahun menjadi orang tani, tengoklah keluarga Banun kini. Hampir separuh dari lahan sawah yang terbentang di wilayah kampung tempat ia lahir dan dibesarkan, telah jatuh ke tangannya. Orang-orang menyebutnya tuan tanah, yang seolah tidak pernah kehabisan uang guna meladeni mereka yang terdesak keperluan biaya sekolah anak-anak. Tak jarang pula untuk biaya keberangkatan anak-anak gadis mereka ke luar negeri, untuk menjadi TKW, lalu menggadai, bahkan menjual lahan sawah. Empat orang anak Banun telah disarjanakan dengan kucuran peluhnya selama menjadi orang tani.
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Sesungguhnya Banun tidak lupa pada orang yang pertama kali menjulukinya Banun Kikir hingga nama buruk itu melekat sampai umurnya hampir berkepala tujuh. Orang itu tidak lain adalah Palar, laki-laki ahli waris tunggal kekayaan ibu-bapaknya. Namun, karena tak terbiasa berkubang lumpur sawah, Palar tak pernah sanggup menjalankan lelaku orang tani. Untuk sekebat sayur Kangkung pun, Zubaidah (istri Palar), harus berbelanja ke pasar. Pekarangan rumahnya gersang. Kolamnya kering. Bahkan sebatang pohon Singkong pun menjadi tumbuhan langka. Selama masih tersedia di pasar, kenapa harus ditanam? Begitu kira-kira prinsip hidup Palar. Baginya, bercocok tanam aneka tumbuhan untuk kebutuhan makan sehari-hari, hanya akan membuat pekerjaan di sawah jadi terbengkalai. Lagi pula, bukankah ada tauke yang selalu berkenan memberi pinjaman, selama orang tani masih mau menyemai benih? Namun, tauke-tauke yang selalu bermurah-hati itu, bahkan sebelum sawah digarap, akan mematok harga jual padi seenak perutnya, dan para petani tidak berkutik dibuatnya. Perangai lintah darat itu sudah merajalela, bahkan sejak Banun belum mahir menyemai benih. Palar salah satu korbannya. Dua pertiga lahan sawah yang diwarisinya telah berpindah tangan pada seorang tauke, lantaran dari musim ke musim hasil panennya merosot. Palar juga terpaksa melego beberapa petak sawah guna membiayai kuliah Rustam, anak laki-laki satu-satunya, yang kelak bakal menyandang gelar insinyur pertanian. Dalam belitan hutang yang entah kapan bakal terlunasi, Palar mendatangi rumah Banun, hendak meminang Rimah untuk Rustam.
”Karena kita sama-sama orang tani, bagaimana kalau Rimah kita nikahkan dengan Rustam?” bujuk Palar masa itu.
”Pinanganmu terlambat. Rimah sudah punya calon suami,” balas Banun dengan sorot mata sinis.
”Keluargamu beruntung bila menerima Rustam. Ia akan menjadi satu-satunya insinyur pertanian di kampung ini, dan hendak menerapkan cara bertani zaman kini, hingga orang-orang tani tidak lagi terpuruk dalam kesusahan,” ungkap Palar sebelum meninggalkan rumah Banun.
”Maafkan saya, Palar.”
Rupanya penolakan Banun telah menyinggung perasaan Palar. Lelaki itu merasa terhina. Mentang-mentang sudah kaya, Banun mentah-mentah menolak pinangannya. Dan, yang lebih menyakitkan, ini bukan penolakan yang pertama. Tiga bulan setelah suami Banun meninggal, Palar menyampaikan niatnya hendak mempersunting janda kembang itu. Tapi, Banun bertekad akan membesarkan anak-anaknya tanpa suami baru. Itu sebabnya Palar menggunakan segala siasat dan muslihat agar Banun termaklumatkan sebagai perempuan paling kikir di kampung itu. Palar hendak membuat Banun menanggung malu, bila perlu sampai ajal datang menjemputnya.
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Meski kini sudah zaman gas elpiji, Banun masih mengasapi dapur dengan daun kelapa kering dan kayu bakar, hingga ia masih menyandang julukan si Banun Kikir. ”Nasi tak terasa sebagai nasi bila dimasak dengan elpiji,” kilah Banun saat menolak tawaran Rimah yang hendak membelikannya kompor gas. Rimah sudah hidup berkecukupan bersama suaminya yang bekerja sebagai guru di ibu kota kabupaten. Begitu pula dengan Nami dan dua anak Banun yang lain. Sejak menikah, mereka tinggal di rumah masing-masing. Setiap Jumat, Banun datang berkunjung, menjenguk cucu, secara bergiliran.
”Kalau Mak menerima pinangan Rustam, tentu julukan buruk itu tak pernah ada,” sesal Rimah suatu hari.
”Masa itu kenapa Mak mengatakan bahwa aku sudah punya calon suami, padahal belum, bukan?”
”Bukankah calon menantu Mak calon insinyur?”
”Tak usah kau ungkit-ungkit lagi cerita lama. Mungkin Rustam bukan jodohmu!” sela Banun.
”Tapi seandainya kami berjodoh, Mak tak akan dinamai Banun Kikir!”
Sesaat Banun diam. Tanya-tanya nyinyir Rimah mengingatkan ia pada Palar yang begitu bangga punya anak bertitel insinyur pertanian, yang katanya dapat melipatgandakan hasil panen dengan mengajarkan teori-teori pertanian. Tapi, bagaimana mungkin Rustam akan memberi contoh cara bertani modern, sementara sawahnya sudah ludes terjual? Kalau memang benar Palar orang tani yang sesungguhnya, ia tidak akan gampang menjual lahan sawah, meski untuk mencetak insinyur pertanian yang dibanggakannya itu. Apalah guna insinyur pertanian bila tidak mengamalkan laku orang tani? Banun menolak pinangan itu bukan karena Palar sedang terbelit hutang, tidak pula karena ia sudah jadi tuan tanah, tapi karena perangai buruk Palar
Senin, 27 Desember 2010
Lilin untuk Sarah ....m
Cerpen Hari Ibu, judul : Lilin untuk Sarah
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“Kenapa nggak boleh, Bu? Kan cuma lima hari?” marah Ningsih pada ibunya yang tidak menyetujuinya untuk ikut berlibur bersama teman-temannya ke Bukit Tinggi.
“Feeling Ibu nggak enak, Ning. Ibu masih belum bisa melepas Ningsih.” Sambil menyalin nasi ke mangkuk, Sarah, ibu Ningsih menjelaskan alasannya dengan nada datar, nada keibuannya yang biasa meluluhkan anak semata wayangnya untuk menurutinya.
“Bu, Ningsih kan sudah besar. Apalagi yang Ibu beratkan untuk melepas Ningsih? Pun Ningsih juga sering Ibu tinggal berhari-hari, malah lebih dari lima hari, karena kerjaan Ibu.” Dengan kesal …
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“Kenapa nggak boleh, Bu? Kan cuma lima hari?” marah Ningsih pada ibunya yang tidak menyetujuinya untuk ikut berlibur bersama teman-temannya ke Bukit Tinggi.
“Feeling Ibu nggak enak, Ning. Ibu masih belum bisa melepas Ningsih.” Sambil menyalin nasi ke mangkuk, Sarah, ibu Ningsih menjelaskan alasannya dengan nada datar, nada keibuannya yang biasa meluluhkan anak semata wayangnya untuk menurutinya.
“Bu, Ningsih kan sudah besar. Apalagi yang Ibu beratkan untuk melepas Ningsih? Pun Ningsih juga sering Ibu tinggal berhari-hari, malah lebih dari lima hari, karena kerjaan Ibu.” Dengan kesal …
My Heart! - Cerita Cinta
My Heart! - Cerita Cinta
Cerita Cinta: My Heart!
Tak sadar cinta menelusup ke dalam relung hati melalui pori rasa sampai kehilangan itu begitu nyata. Hanya sesal menyesak dada mengapa cinta terlambat dinyatakan pada saatnya…
Ku coba merasakan kehadiranmu, menyentuh ragamu dalam bayangan imaginerku. Hanya itu yang mampu ketika cinta tak dapat mentautkan rinduku padamu…
Marah, benci, rindu, cinta dan bahagia hanyalah sebuah rasa yang tak memihak pada kebenaran atau kesalahan. dan rasa itu hanya satu yang mampu menyentuhnya. ialah hati…
Jika sabar itu bertepi, dimanakah ujung kesabaran itu menyepi. jika sabar itu tak ada batasnya. Maka seberapa luas hati, seberapa asa jiwa dan seberapa lugas pikiran mampu menembus batas mencapai kesabaran itu.
Cerita Cinta: My Heart!
Tak sadar cinta menelusup ke dalam relung hati melalui pori rasa sampai kehilangan itu begitu nyata. Hanya sesal menyesak dada mengapa cinta terlambat dinyatakan pada saatnya…
Ku coba merasakan kehadiranmu, menyentuh ragamu dalam bayangan imaginerku. Hanya itu yang mampu ketika cinta tak dapat mentautkan rinduku padamu…
Marah, benci, rindu, cinta dan bahagia hanyalah sebuah rasa yang tak memihak pada kebenaran atau kesalahan. dan rasa itu hanya satu yang mampu menyentuhnya. ialah hati…
Jika sabar itu bertepi, dimanakah ujung kesabaran itu menyepi. jika sabar itu tak ada batasnya. Maka seberapa luas hati, seberapa asa jiwa dan seberapa lugas pikiran mampu menembus batas mencapai kesabaran itu.
STORY ADDS SHORT
I want to get marrie Darling
I want to get married bang! That was the beginning of his letter ... makes my heart berdekap tight, then I read the letter slowly.
I want to get married bang!
Not because I want to do things that had been prohibited by religion, but I want to enjoy the wedding itself.
I know not easy to undergo a marriage, a close bond that can not be played like a man who dating. But I want it, I want to enjoy hard being a wife, have children and take care of them .. I liked it and I'll take it as a worship because there are challenges that must I go through, in addition to running the household is also a career for myself .
Mirror of a Bird
When the dry season has just begun. A sparrow began to feel his body heat, then accused of swearing in hostile environments. He then decided to leave the place that long ago became its habitat, fly away to the north, which is always looking for cool air and cool.
True, he slowly felt the cool air, the more to the north of the cool, the more excited he's flying spur further north again.
Carried away by passion, she did not feel the wings are attached to the snow began, increasingly thick, and finally he fell to the ground because his body was wrapped in
snow.
Up to the ground, the snow off the wings she became more bold. The sparrow could not do anything, think that history has been completed.
She whimpered regretting his fate. At the sound of moans, a buffalo that happened to pass by him. But the bird was disappointed why that came just a buffalo. He rebuked the buffalo to move away and say that the creature might be a fool not able to do something to help him.
The buffalo did not talk much, he just stood up, then urinate right on top of the bird. The sparrows getting angry and swearing abuse at the buffalo. Again, the buffalo did not speak, he took a step back, and remove the dirt onto the body of the bird. Immediately the bird can not talk because buffalo dung buried. The Bird thinks again that death could not breathe.
But slowly, she felt the warmth, the snow freezes to the fur slowly melted by the warmth of buffalo dung, he can breathe freely and look back at the clear sky. The sparrows shout for joy, sing loud sepuas content.
Hearing no sound of birds singing, a little kitten approached the sound source, extended his hand, scratching the body of the birds and then cradling nimang, licking, stroking and cleaning up the remnants of snow still clinging to the feathers of the bird. Once the fur is clean, the birds sang and danced for joy, she thought they had to get a friend a friendly and kind.
But what happened then, instantly felt the world was dark for the birds, and history of the sparrows This is the end swallowed by the cat.
Hmm ... not hard to draw bright lines of this story, something that often happens in our lives: the page looks always greener neighbors; appearance often becomes sizes; the bad often considered the disaster and did not see the wisdom of playing in reverse, and feel proud of favors a snap. Sparrow is a mirror that reflects our faces ...
When We're Not Perfect Again
My husband is an engineer, I love its natural and I love the warm feeling that comes when I leaned on his broad shoulders. Three years in the courtship and now, two years into marriage, I must admit, I am getting tired with all that.
The reason I loved the first time, has turned into something that is tiring. I am a sentimental woman and really sensitive and highly-strung. I yearn for romantic moments like a child who wants candy. And my husband is the opposite of me, feeling less sensitive, and its inability to create a romantic atmosphere in our marriage has broken my expectations about love.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision. I want a divorce.
"Why?" He asked with surprise.
"I'm tired. Too many reasons that exist in this world, "I replied.
He was silent and pensive throughout the night with a cigarette that unfailing. My disappointment grew. A man who can not even express their feelings, what else can I expect from him? And finally he asked, "What can I do to change your mind?"
Someone said, changing the personality of other people is extremely difficult, and it's true. I thought, I began to lose confidence that I could change his personality. I stared deep into his eyes and replied softly, "I have a question for you. If you can find the answer that is in my heart, maybe I'll change my mind. If, let's say I like a flower on the cliff of the mountain, and we both know, if you climb the mountain, you will die. Are you going to do it for me? "
He said, "I'll give the answer tomorrow."
My heart just upset to hear his response. The next morning, he was not at home, and I saw a piece of paper with the graffiti hand, under a glass of warm milk, which reads:
"Honey, I would not pick that flower for you. But allow me to explain why. "
The first sentence was destroying my liver. I tried to read it again ... a strong resume
"You can only type in the computer and always mess up the program on his PC and end up crying in front of the monitor. Then I must give my fingers to restore the programs.
"You always forget to bring the house keys when you leave the house, and I must give my legs to rush home, opened the door for you.
"You love the roads out of town but always lose your way in new places you visit: I have to give the eye to direct you.
"You're always sore at the time of 'guests' have you come every month: I have to give my hand to massage your feet are aching.
"You like to dwell in the house, and I worry that you will be 'weird'. Then I have to save my mouth to tell jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
"You always looked at the computer and it is not good for your eye health. I must keep my eyes so that when later we are old, I can still help your nails and pluck mengguntingkan ubanmu. I'll hold your hand, stroll down the beach, enjoying the sunshine and the beautiful sand. Telling the flower colors that you shine like the face cantikmu ....
"Also my dear, I am so sure there are many people who love you more than the way I love you. But I would not pick that flower and die .... "
My tears fell on his writing and blurred the ink and I read again ...
"And now, dear, you have finished reading my answer. If you are satisfied with these answers, please open the door of our house, I am standing there with your favorite bread and fresh milk .... "
I immediately opened the door and saw her face once so I love. He was so intrigued with his hand holding the milk and bread. I'm not strong anymore and immediately embraced him and fell on his broad shoulders, crying ....
The wind in the leaves of the Tree
The reason why people call me "Tree" because I'm very good at drawing trees. After that, I always use a picture of trees on the right side as a trademark in all my paintings. I have been dating as much as 5 women when I was in high school.
There is one woman who I really I loved, but I do not have the courage to say it. He did not have a beautiful face, sexy body, and so forth. He is very concerned with other people and religious. But he's just ordinary women.
I love it, love it, love his style is innocent and it is, its independence, I liked the versatility and strength.
The reason I did not ask her out because I feel he is a very common and do not match for me. I was also afraid, if we were together all these wonderful feelings will disappear. I'm also afraid that there are rumors that will hurt him. I feel he is the "best friend" and I will have no end and I do not have to give everything just for him.
The last reason, made her accompany the various struggles for 3 years. He knew I was chasing the other girls, and I had made her cry for 3 years.
When I kiss my boyfriend the second, and seen by him. He just smiled with a red-faced and said "just move on ..." and after that leave us. The next day, her eyes swollen, and red ...
I did not want to think about what caused it to cry, but I laughed with him all day. When everything has come home, she was alone in the classroom to cry. He did not know that I got back from soccer practice to pick up something in class, and I saw him cry for coeval.
My boyfriend is the 4th did not like it. Once they were both cold war, I knew not in his nature to start a cold war. But I'm still with my boyfriend. I yelled at him and his eyes filled with tears of sadness and shock. I do not think about her feelings and walked away with my boyfriend. The next morning still laughing and joking with me like nothing happened before. I know that she was very sad and disappointed but he did not know that my heart hurt just as bad with him, I was also sad.
When I broke up with my boyfriend of the 5th, I asked her to go. After a date one day, I said that I have something to say to him. He said that a coincidence that he also got something to him tell me. I told him about the breakup I was with my girlfriend and she said about him are starting a relationship with someone. I know the man. He often pursued so far. A good man, full of energy and interesting.
I can not show how sick hatiaku, but could only smile and say goodbye to him. When I got home, it hurts my heart growing stronger and I can not help it. As there is a very heavy stone on my chest. I can not breathe and wanted to scream but could not.
Tears flowed and I fell down crying. I've often seen him cry for a man who ignored his presence.
When the graduation ceremony, I read an SMS on my mobile phone. SMS was sent 10 days ago when I was sad and crying.
SMS that read, "Leaf fly because the wind blows or because Tree did not ask her to stay?"
LEAF
During high school, I like to collect the leaves, why? Because I feel that the leaves need a lot of strength to leave the trees that had been occupied.
Over the past 3 yrs in high school, I was close to a man, not as a boyfriend but "Friends". But when she has a boyfriend for the first time, I learned a feeling that I had never learned before, jealous. The feeling in this heart can not be described by using the Lemon. It was like 100 grain rotten lemon. They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid my feelings of extraordinary joy. But a month later he was with a girl again.
I love it and I know that she also liked me, but why he did not want to say? Since he loves me, why did not he who started first to go? When he has a new girlfriend again, my heart is sick. Time is running and walking, my heart is sick.
I'm starting to think that this is an unrequited love, but why he treated me very well outside of the treatment only for a friend?
Liking someone is very troublesome heart, I know their tastes, habits. But his feelings to me can never be known. You do not expect me as a woman to say no?
Beyond that, I want to stay at his side, gave her attention, accompanied him, and loved him. Hope, that someday, she will come and love me. It's like waiting telponenya every night, expecting it to send SMS. I know no matter how busy he is, he'll take the time for me. So I waited. 3 years heavy enough to go through and I want to give up. Sometimes I think to face-to-wait. The pain and heartache, and the dilemma accompany me for 3 years.
When the end of the 3rd, a man after me, he is the brother of my class, every day he chased me relentlessly. From the refusal which he had pointed out, I felt that I wanted to give him a small room in my heart.
He's such a warm and gentle wind, trying to blow the leaves to fly from the tree. Finally, I realized that I do not want to give this wind a small space in my heart.
I know this wind will carry away the tattered leaves away and into a better place. Eventually I left the tree. But the tree only smiled and did not ask me to stay, I was very sad looking at her smiling at me.
"The leaves fly because the wind blows or the Tree did not ask her to stay?"
WIND
Because I loved a girl named Leaf, because she is very dependent on the tree, so I must be strong winds.
The wind will blow the leaves fly away. When I first time, when a month after I moved school. I look at a watching us play football. At that time, he always sat there alone or with friends watching the Tree. When the trees talk to the girls, there's jealousy in her eyes. When the tree view in the direction of Leaves, there was a smile in her eyes. Watched a habit, like leaves that look like trees. One day, he did not look, I feel lost.
Senior did not exist at that time, I went to their classes, see the senior looking at the leaves. Tears streamed down the eyes of the leaves when the trees go, the next day, I see the leaves in her usual place, pay attention to the Tree. I walked and smiled at him. Write notes and give to him. He was very shocked.
He looked at me, smiled and receive notes. The next day, he came up to me and gave me a note. "Heart Leaves very strong and wind could not blow it away, it's because the leaves did not want to leave the tree." I looked at him with these words, and slowly he began to say to me and accept my presence and my phone.
I know the person she loves is not me, but I'll try that one day he likes me. Over the past 4 months, I have to say the word Love is not less than 20 times to him. Every time he changed the subject ... but I'm not giving up, I decided to have him and hope he will agree to become my boyfriend.
I asked, "what are you doing? Why do not you ever reply? "He said," I lifted my head. "
"Ah?" I do not believe what I heard.
"I lifted my head" he shouted.
I hung up, dressed and took a taxi to where she is, and she opened the door, I hugged him tightly.
"The leaves fly as blowing wind or because Tree did not ask her to stay."
He
He is a person who is very dear to me and I loved, someone who always harbored its own problems, always looked strong in the middle brittleness. Always smiling amid anger, it makes me love him, but he also makes me lost in this grief.
He was named Andrew, I met him at a student event, he's a good boy and humorous, so do not be surprised in a short time we can be friends close, my friends thought we were going out and they were very supportive. I just smiled amused to see my friends menjahili him, thought about right to me what they say. But I brushed it off, I do not want to think about it, because I've determined to not going out until I finished college and I tried to keep it.
Time flies, I also do not understand when to think it came and landed in the heart of this, when we started playing to the home Hilman, hilman then took me out to buy food, we talked a lot of things pertaining to hilman Andrew and his girlfriend, I'm shocked moment, but quickly hide a sense of that, I again talked as if I know if he already has a boyfriend, then I realized my heart is sick of hilman mendengarkan story.
Hilman home from home, I was quiet as well with him, he was angry because I'm too old to go with hilman, but that's not what I think, I think of myself, what's wrong with me, I'm just his friend, why I was jealous and hurt when he has a girlfriend, why not occurred to me that people there are as sweet as she must have, the basic stupid!. I smiled to myself room, trying to cheer, consider this normal and I can definitely overcome, I vow to myself to be a good friend, always there by his side during the ups and downs. The spirit cried that morning.
But that feeling came back when we went to eat at a café, where he poured all the contents of the liver that had been in pendamnya, I was surprised to see him cry like a little child in front of me, I've never seen him like that, tarnyata stored behind the joy over this a very deep wound, I was touched when he said trust me, I really love him but I could not possibly have it.
After that incident he was more open to me about her boyfriend who had been his cover, the more I understand how he was, the more understanding of what it wants, harapku one day he had someone who really understands him and love him, even though this heart break every time listening he told me about her boyfriend. But what I do not understand, he often says one thing to revive my feelings, that he did not want to let me go because I had become sebagain from him, I'm confused, but I also do not have the guts to ask him how he was feeling about me.
Until I was not strong at its peak to stem my own feelings, I told him that I love him and I know this feeling should not terbina, I just uneg-uneg issue is in my heart, whatever he thinks what is important my relief, I would not discus Hilman home from home, I was quiet as well with him, he was angry because I'm too old to go with hilman, but that's not what I think, I think of myself, what's wrong with me, I'm just his friend, why I was jealous and hurt when he has a girlfriend, why not occurred to me that people there are as sweet as she must have, the basic stupid!. I smiled to myself room, trying to cheer, consider this normal and I can definitely overcome, I vow to myself to be a good friend, always there by his side during the ups and downs. The spirit cried that morning.
But that feeling came back when we went to eat at a café, where he poured all the contents of the liver that had been in pendamnya, I was surprised to see him cry like a little child in front of me, I've never seen him like that, tarnyata stored behind the joy over this a very deep wound, I was touched when he said trust me, I really love him but I could not possibly have it.
After that incident he was more open to me about her boyfriend who had been his cover, the more I understand how he was, the more understanding of what it wants, harapku one day he had someone who really understands him and love him, even though this heart break every time listening he told me about her boyfriend. But what I do not understand, he often says one thing to revive my feelings, that he did not want to let me go because I had become sebagain from him, I'm confused, but I also do not have the guts to ask him how he was feeling about me.
Until I was not strong at its peak to stem my own feelings, I told him that I love him and I know this feeling should not terbina, I just uneg-uneg issue is in my heart, whatever he thinks what is important my relief, I would not discuss this issue again, because I promise I will always be a friend and her good friend
But the affection and love has blossomed in my heart, not easy to write it off, though I've tried, it is true the saying goes that love comes suddenly though we do not want it, but once we know why it would hurt. Somehow, after that he was more attention to me, I never know what he meant because he never told me, which I know he is giving more attention than usual, as if to answer all the questions without having to be disclosed, I do not care I just want undergo what I live now, do not want to think that grandiose about the future, what happened between me and him let berjalan, as now, without words but maksud understand each other and understand each other, although either until when this will continue, I will not know. But let this story go hand in hand with the time that we may never know the end of all this, but I still hope ... ....
(Ending approximately how Yes .... Love commentnya ok ...)
Mount and Love
Mount and Love
There is a story of a boy was climbing the mountain with his father.
Suddenly, the boy tripped over a tree root and fell. "Aduhh!" Scream broke the stillness of the atmosphere of the mountains. The kid is very surprised, when he heard the distant cry mimicked exactly the same, "aduhh!".
Elementary children, he shouted again, "Hey! Who are you? "
The answer came, "Hey! Who are you? "
Because his voice always annoyed knowing quoted, the boy shouted, "Coward you!" Again she was surprised when a voice from there responded with a similar aspersion.
He asked his father, "What happened?"
With great wisdom her father smiling, "Son, look."
Then the man said loudly, "I admire you!"
The sound in the distance answered, I am impressed with you! "
Once again the father shouted "You are the champion!"
The voice replied, "You are the champion!"
The kid is very surprised, though he still does not understand. Then the father explains, "The voice is an echo, but really that's life." Life gives feedback on all speech and actions.
In other words, our lives are a reflection or a shadow over our actions. If you want to get more love in this world, yes create love in your heart. If you want your work team has a high ability, yes improve that capability. Life will give
back everything you've given them.
Remember, life is not a coincidence but a shadow of yourself.
I want to get married bang! That was the beginning of his letter ... makes my heart berdekap tight, then I read the letter slowly.
I want to get married bang!
Not because I want to do things that had been prohibited by religion, but I want to enjoy the wedding itself.
I know not easy to undergo a marriage, a close bond that can not be played like a man who dating. But I want it, I want to enjoy hard being a wife, have children and take care of them .. I liked it and I'll take it as a worship because there are challenges that must I go through, in addition to running the household is also a career for myself .
Mirror of a Bird
When the dry season has just begun. A sparrow began to feel his body heat, then accused of swearing in hostile environments. He then decided to leave the place that long ago became its habitat, fly away to the north, which is always looking for cool air and cool.
True, he slowly felt the cool air, the more to the north of the cool, the more excited he's flying spur further north again.
Carried away by passion, she did not feel the wings are attached to the snow began, increasingly thick, and finally he fell to the ground because his body was wrapped in
snow.
Up to the ground, the snow off the wings she became more bold. The sparrow could not do anything, think that history has been completed.
She whimpered regretting his fate. At the sound of moans, a buffalo that happened to pass by him. But the bird was disappointed why that came just a buffalo. He rebuked the buffalo to move away and say that the creature might be a fool not able to do something to help him.
The buffalo did not talk much, he just stood up, then urinate right on top of the bird. The sparrows getting angry and swearing abuse at the buffalo. Again, the buffalo did not speak, he took a step back, and remove the dirt onto the body of the bird. Immediately the bird can not talk because buffalo dung buried. The Bird thinks again that death could not breathe.
But slowly, she felt the warmth, the snow freezes to the fur slowly melted by the warmth of buffalo dung, he can breathe freely and look back at the clear sky. The sparrows shout for joy, sing loud sepuas content.
Hearing no sound of birds singing, a little kitten approached the sound source, extended his hand, scratching the body of the birds and then cradling nimang, licking, stroking and cleaning up the remnants of snow still clinging to the feathers of the bird. Once the fur is clean, the birds sang and danced for joy, she thought they had to get a friend a friendly and kind.
But what happened then, instantly felt the world was dark for the birds, and history of the sparrows This is the end swallowed by the cat.
Hmm ... not hard to draw bright lines of this story, something that often happens in our lives: the page looks always greener neighbors; appearance often becomes sizes; the bad often considered the disaster and did not see the wisdom of playing in reverse, and feel proud of favors a snap. Sparrow is a mirror that reflects our faces ...
When We're Not Perfect Again
My husband is an engineer, I love its natural and I love the warm feeling that comes when I leaned on his broad shoulders. Three years in the courtship and now, two years into marriage, I must admit, I am getting tired with all that.
The reason I loved the first time, has turned into something that is tiring. I am a sentimental woman and really sensitive and highly-strung. I yearn for romantic moments like a child who wants candy. And my husband is the opposite of me, feeling less sensitive, and its inability to create a romantic atmosphere in our marriage has broken my expectations about love.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision. I want a divorce.
"Why?" He asked with surprise.
"I'm tired. Too many reasons that exist in this world, "I replied.
He was silent and pensive throughout the night with a cigarette that unfailing. My disappointment grew. A man who can not even express their feelings, what else can I expect from him? And finally he asked, "What can I do to change your mind?"
Someone said, changing the personality of other people is extremely difficult, and it's true. I thought, I began to lose confidence that I could change his personality. I stared deep into his eyes and replied softly, "I have a question for you. If you can find the answer that is in my heart, maybe I'll change my mind. If, let's say I like a flower on the cliff of the mountain, and we both know, if you climb the mountain, you will die. Are you going to do it for me? "
He said, "I'll give the answer tomorrow."
My heart just upset to hear his response. The next morning, he was not at home, and I saw a piece of paper with the graffiti hand, under a glass of warm milk, which reads:
"Honey, I would not pick that flower for you. But allow me to explain why. "
The first sentence was destroying my liver. I tried to read it again ... a strong resume
"You can only type in the computer and always mess up the program on his PC and end up crying in front of the monitor. Then I must give my fingers to restore the programs.
"You always forget to bring the house keys when you leave the house, and I must give my legs to rush home, opened the door for you.
"You love the roads out of town but always lose your way in new places you visit: I have to give the eye to direct you.
"You're always sore at the time of 'guests' have you come every month: I have to give my hand to massage your feet are aching.
"You like to dwell in the house, and I worry that you will be 'weird'. Then I have to save my mouth to tell jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
"You always looked at the computer and it is not good for your eye health. I must keep my eyes so that when later we are old, I can still help your nails and pluck mengguntingkan ubanmu. I'll hold your hand, stroll down the beach, enjoying the sunshine and the beautiful sand. Telling the flower colors that you shine like the face cantikmu ....
"Also my dear, I am so sure there are many people who love you more than the way I love you. But I would not pick that flower and die .... "
My tears fell on his writing and blurred the ink and I read again ...
"And now, dear, you have finished reading my answer. If you are satisfied with these answers, please open the door of our house, I am standing there with your favorite bread and fresh milk .... "
I immediately opened the door and saw her face once so I love. He was so intrigued with his hand holding the milk and bread. I'm not strong anymore and immediately embraced him and fell on his broad shoulders, crying ....
The wind in the leaves of the Tree
The reason why people call me "Tree" because I'm very good at drawing trees. After that, I always use a picture of trees on the right side as a trademark in all my paintings. I have been dating as much as 5 women when I was in high school.
There is one woman who I really I loved, but I do not have the courage to say it. He did not have a beautiful face, sexy body, and so forth. He is very concerned with other people and religious. But he's just ordinary women.
I love it, love it, love his style is innocent and it is, its independence, I liked the versatility and strength.
The reason I did not ask her out because I feel he is a very common and do not match for me. I was also afraid, if we were together all these wonderful feelings will disappear. I'm also afraid that there are rumors that will hurt him. I feel he is the "best friend" and I will have no end and I do not have to give everything just for him.
The last reason, made her accompany the various struggles for 3 years. He knew I was chasing the other girls, and I had made her cry for 3 years.
When I kiss my boyfriend the second, and seen by him. He just smiled with a red-faced and said "just move on ..." and after that leave us. The next day, her eyes swollen, and red ...
I did not want to think about what caused it to cry, but I laughed with him all day. When everything has come home, she was alone in the classroom to cry. He did not know that I got back from soccer practice to pick up something in class, and I saw him cry for coeval.
My boyfriend is the 4th did not like it. Once they were both cold war, I knew not in his nature to start a cold war. But I'm still with my boyfriend. I yelled at him and his eyes filled with tears of sadness and shock. I do not think about her feelings and walked away with my boyfriend. The next morning still laughing and joking with me like nothing happened before. I know that she was very sad and disappointed but he did not know that my heart hurt just as bad with him, I was also sad.
When I broke up with my boyfriend of the 5th, I asked her to go. After a date one day, I said that I have something to say to him. He said that a coincidence that he also got something to him tell me. I told him about the breakup I was with my girlfriend and she said about him are starting a relationship with someone. I know the man. He often pursued so far. A good man, full of energy and interesting.
I can not show how sick hatiaku, but could only smile and say goodbye to him. When I got home, it hurts my heart growing stronger and I can not help it. As there is a very heavy stone on my chest. I can not breathe and wanted to scream but could not.
Tears flowed and I fell down crying. I've often seen him cry for a man who ignored his presence.
When the graduation ceremony, I read an SMS on my mobile phone. SMS was sent 10 days ago when I was sad and crying.
SMS that read, "Leaf fly because the wind blows or because Tree did not ask her to stay?"
LEAF
During high school, I like to collect the leaves, why? Because I feel that the leaves need a lot of strength to leave the trees that had been occupied.
Over the past 3 yrs in high school, I was close to a man, not as a boyfriend but "Friends". But when she has a boyfriend for the first time, I learned a feeling that I had never learned before, jealous. The feeling in this heart can not be described by using the Lemon. It was like 100 grain rotten lemon. They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid my feelings of extraordinary joy. But a month later he was with a girl again.
I love it and I know that she also liked me, but why he did not want to say? Since he loves me, why did not he who started first to go? When he has a new girlfriend again, my heart is sick. Time is running and walking, my heart is sick.
I'm starting to think that this is an unrequited love, but why he treated me very well outside of the treatment only for a friend?
Liking someone is very troublesome heart, I know their tastes, habits. But his feelings to me can never be known. You do not expect me as a woman to say no?
Beyond that, I want to stay at his side, gave her attention, accompanied him, and loved him. Hope, that someday, she will come and love me. It's like waiting telponenya every night, expecting it to send SMS. I know no matter how busy he is, he'll take the time for me. So I waited. 3 years heavy enough to go through and I want to give up. Sometimes I think to face-to-wait. The pain and heartache, and the dilemma accompany me for 3 years.
When the end of the 3rd, a man after me, he is the brother of my class, every day he chased me relentlessly. From the refusal which he had pointed out, I felt that I wanted to give him a small room in my heart.
He's such a warm and gentle wind, trying to blow the leaves to fly from the tree. Finally, I realized that I do not want to give this wind a small space in my heart.
I know this wind will carry away the tattered leaves away and into a better place. Eventually I left the tree. But the tree only smiled and did not ask me to stay, I was very sad looking at her smiling at me.
"The leaves fly because the wind blows or the Tree did not ask her to stay?"
WIND
Because I loved a girl named Leaf, because she is very dependent on the tree, so I must be strong winds.
The wind will blow the leaves fly away. When I first time, when a month after I moved school. I look at a watching us play football. At that time, he always sat there alone or with friends watching the Tree. When the trees talk to the girls, there's jealousy in her eyes. When the tree view in the direction of Leaves, there was a smile in her eyes. Watched a habit, like leaves that look like trees. One day, he did not look, I feel lost.
Senior did not exist at that time, I went to their classes, see the senior looking at the leaves. Tears streamed down the eyes of the leaves when the trees go, the next day, I see the leaves in her usual place, pay attention to the Tree. I walked and smiled at him. Write notes and give to him. He was very shocked.
He looked at me, smiled and receive notes. The next day, he came up to me and gave me a note. "Heart Leaves very strong and wind could not blow it away, it's because the leaves did not want to leave the tree." I looked at him with these words, and slowly he began to say to me and accept my presence and my phone.
I know the person she loves is not me, but I'll try that one day he likes me. Over the past 4 months, I have to say the word Love is not less than 20 times to him. Every time he changed the subject ... but I'm not giving up, I decided to have him and hope he will agree to become my boyfriend.
I asked, "what are you doing? Why do not you ever reply? "He said," I lifted my head. "
"Ah?" I do not believe what I heard.
"I lifted my head" he shouted.
I hung up, dressed and took a taxi to where she is, and she opened the door, I hugged him tightly.
"The leaves fly as blowing wind or because Tree did not ask her to stay."
He
He is a person who is very dear to me and I loved, someone who always harbored its own problems, always looked strong in the middle brittleness. Always smiling amid anger, it makes me love him, but he also makes me lost in this grief.
He was named Andrew, I met him at a student event, he's a good boy and humorous, so do not be surprised in a short time we can be friends close, my friends thought we were going out and they were very supportive. I just smiled amused to see my friends menjahili him, thought about right to me what they say. But I brushed it off, I do not want to think about it, because I've determined to not going out until I finished college and I tried to keep it.
Time flies, I also do not understand when to think it came and landed in the heart of this, when we started playing to the home Hilman, hilman then took me out to buy food, we talked a lot of things pertaining to hilman Andrew and his girlfriend, I'm shocked moment, but quickly hide a sense of that, I again talked as if I know if he already has a boyfriend, then I realized my heart is sick of hilman mendengarkan story.
Hilman home from home, I was quiet as well with him, he was angry because I'm too old to go with hilman, but that's not what I think, I think of myself, what's wrong with me, I'm just his friend, why I was jealous and hurt when he has a girlfriend, why not occurred to me that people there are as sweet as she must have, the basic stupid!. I smiled to myself room, trying to cheer, consider this normal and I can definitely overcome, I vow to myself to be a good friend, always there by his side during the ups and downs. The spirit cried that morning.
But that feeling came back when we went to eat at a café, where he poured all the contents of the liver that had been in pendamnya, I was surprised to see him cry like a little child in front of me, I've never seen him like that, tarnyata stored behind the joy over this a very deep wound, I was touched when he said trust me, I really love him but I could not possibly have it.
After that incident he was more open to me about her boyfriend who had been his cover, the more I understand how he was, the more understanding of what it wants, harapku one day he had someone who really understands him and love him, even though this heart break every time listening he told me about her boyfriend. But what I do not understand, he often says one thing to revive my feelings, that he did not want to let me go because I had become sebagain from him, I'm confused, but I also do not have the guts to ask him how he was feeling about me.
Until I was not strong at its peak to stem my own feelings, I told him that I love him and I know this feeling should not terbina, I just uneg-uneg issue is in my heart, whatever he thinks what is important my relief, I would not discus Hilman home from home, I was quiet as well with him, he was angry because I'm too old to go with hilman, but that's not what I think, I think of myself, what's wrong with me, I'm just his friend, why I was jealous and hurt when he has a girlfriend, why not occurred to me that people there are as sweet as she must have, the basic stupid!. I smiled to myself room, trying to cheer, consider this normal and I can definitely overcome, I vow to myself to be a good friend, always there by his side during the ups and downs. The spirit cried that morning.
But that feeling came back when we went to eat at a café, where he poured all the contents of the liver that had been in pendamnya, I was surprised to see him cry like a little child in front of me, I've never seen him like that, tarnyata stored behind the joy over this a very deep wound, I was touched when he said trust me, I really love him but I could not possibly have it.
After that incident he was more open to me about her boyfriend who had been his cover, the more I understand how he was, the more understanding of what it wants, harapku one day he had someone who really understands him and love him, even though this heart break every time listening he told me about her boyfriend. But what I do not understand, he often says one thing to revive my feelings, that he did not want to let me go because I had become sebagain from him, I'm confused, but I also do not have the guts to ask him how he was feeling about me.
Until I was not strong at its peak to stem my own feelings, I told him that I love him and I know this feeling should not terbina, I just uneg-uneg issue is in my heart, whatever he thinks what is important my relief, I would not discuss this issue again, because I promise I will always be a friend and her good friend
But the affection and love has blossomed in my heart, not easy to write it off, though I've tried, it is true the saying goes that love comes suddenly though we do not want it, but once we know why it would hurt. Somehow, after that he was more attention to me, I never know what he meant because he never told me, which I know he is giving more attention than usual, as if to answer all the questions without having to be disclosed, I do not care I just want undergo what I live now, do not want to think that grandiose about the future, what happened between me and him let berjalan, as now, without words but maksud understand each other and understand each other, although either until when this will continue, I will not know. But let this story go hand in hand with the time that we may never know the end of all this, but I still hope ... ....
(Ending approximately how Yes .... Love commentnya ok ...)
Mount and Love
Mount and Love
There is a story of a boy was climbing the mountain with his father.
Suddenly, the boy tripped over a tree root and fell. "Aduhh!" Scream broke the stillness of the atmosphere of the mountains. The kid is very surprised, when he heard the distant cry mimicked exactly the same, "aduhh!".
Elementary children, he shouted again, "Hey! Who are you? "
The answer came, "Hey! Who are you? "
Because his voice always annoyed knowing quoted, the boy shouted, "Coward you!" Again she was surprised when a voice from there responded with a similar aspersion.
He asked his father, "What happened?"
With great wisdom her father smiling, "Son, look."
Then the man said loudly, "I admire you!"
The sound in the distance answered, I am impressed with you! "
Once again the father shouted "You are the champion!"
The voice replied, "You are the champion!"
The kid is very surprised, though he still does not understand. Then the father explains, "The voice is an echo, but really that's life." Life gives feedback on all speech and actions.
In other words, our lives are a reflection or a shadow over our actions. If you want to get more love in this world, yes create love in your heart. If you want your work team has a high ability, yes improve that capability. Life will give
back everything you've given them.
Remember, life is not a coincidence but a shadow of yourself.
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