I’m quiet, start thinking, start writing,
But, I find nothing
Wait! Am I smiling?
Owh damn! What’s going on me?
Is it because of that guy? Who’s he?
The story begin,
This story started on Sunday, October 19,2010.
It is the third times I come to
State University of Jakarta. But, this is the first time I meet him in the hut
at faculty of language and literature. He is an old enough man (hehehe), who
has black skin and curly hair. There is a scratch in one of his eyebrow. He has
slow of speech. If I met him alone, I would run as soon as possible (He looks
better as a criminal than a good senior, hehe).
There are about ten people here. We are separated into senior and junior
in press institution SUKMA. He is the chief here. As we have gathered, he asks
me and other to introduce each other.
“My name is Anastasia. I come from Cibinong-Bogor. My reason to join
SUKMA is because I like writing any poem. I hope, I will get much knowledge
here,”
As I know, his name is Romen, (It
is increasing my strangeness, because I never heard the name before). From his
manner of speaking, he is so open. He listens to my introduction seriously and
gives me good response.
“Of course Anastasia, you can increase your writing ability here. Maybe one
day SUKMA can publish a poem anthology,” he emphasizes.
It is enough for
the introductory. He may not as bad as I thought.
Writing is my hobby. I often
publish my poem in my Facebook. It is the time for me and Romen to know each
other better. Because, he often comments in my poem and we often discuss even
debate about some argument which I deliver in my poem. They make me appreciate
enough to him as he appreciates to my poem. Not only poem, but also my private
story I publish in my Facebook. I write it as a feature which Romen commands to
me and other SUKMA’s members. When there is a gather, I feel flattered by his
question about the continuity of my story.
“How is your account counter? Is it running well?” he asks.
“Yeah,, it is good. Thanks,”
Ehm, I never
thought that he is so care.
Sunday, January
09, 2011
It is the first time I miss Romen,
(Do not ask me, why?). I and other SUKMA’s members have gathered in Ismail
Marzuki’s garden to watch a freedom movie, Jakarta 1966.
“Where’s brother Romen,?” I’m asking to my friend.
“He may at work, and will come soon,” my friend answer.
Here he is. He comes after the
film has finished. Then, he commands us to sit under a big tree and discuss
about the film that I and others have watched.
“What is your impression about that film,” Wiwit, SUKMA’s editor, asks.
“It shows about there is no freedom in that days. It is so sad. But, it
should give much awareness for us as a new generation, to work harder in fight
for our freedom,” I answer.
There are others topic that we discuss here. In my opinion, Romen has
much knowledge, because he knows many things which I ask. He is like uncle
google. So, I have called him “uncle” since today.
“Uncle,” I am tempting
“uncle?” he answers wonder
Tuesday, April 12, 2011 is my
birthday. I would not come to Jakarta this day. So, I just tempt Romen to give
me ice cream, if I come to Jakarta on Sunday, April 17, 2011.
“Uncle, you do not mind to buy
me an ice cream at my birthday, don’t you?” I am tempting
“Yeah, if you are diligent in
writing I will give it to you,”
“Yeaaah, thanks
uncle,”
Sunday, April
17, 2011
After a long time waiting in
front of UPBJJ-UT Jakarta, Romen finally comes at 5 P.M. I am so happy for his coming,
it has mean that my ice cream also come.
“Uncle, where is mine?” I ask
nervously
“What?!” he answers in one tone
Owh.. it sounds not pretty good.
Does he forget my gift? I just need a stick of ice cream, (huhuhu,, my heart
crying).
I try to think positive. Maybe,
he does not have any time for buying it.
As the sky starts cloudy, I go
home soon after praying in a praying house. I do not go to mosque which too far
from my place right now. I am separating with my friends and go home in rainy
afternoon by using an umbrella.
“Bye,, take care guys,” I said
goodbye
“Bye ncha, so do you,” they
answer.
I walk alone to the
bus station. Actually, I do not find Romen to get permission for leaving.
Monday morning, at the office. I
do not really like it. I got bad mood because I did not get my ice cream. Suddenly,
there is a message.
“Cha, where did you go
yesterday? I was seeking you at the mosque for giving your ice cream, but you
was not there,” a message from Romen.
“Did you? I did not pray at the
mosque. Btw, I thought that you did not buy it, so I went home earlier. How is
it now?”
“I did not mind if gave it in
front of our friends. So, I thought, I would give it when you were alone. It is
OK, I will give it next time,”
“Huhu, I am so flattered if you
have bought it for me. Thanks uncle, I am happy enough by knowing it,”
It ends our conversation.
Since the day, I have
so respect to him. I really appreciate of his attention to his friends. In my
opinion, Romen is a very good friend. He listens more than speaks, he gives
more than asks. I wanna thanks goodness for knowing him. He is a good prize who
has given by god to me and maybe to others.
