28/07/2017 – My letter for Father

Dear Father,

This is my third week in Jogja after I met you from Idul Fitri celebration. At the first week, I had a class with a student from US. He is a musician. He has a band with underground music. What I love from him is his adventurous nature. Just like an animal person who really likes animal. That is why he is vegetarian. He has lived in many forest for many nights to live with nature, to hope nothing from a life, to pull away from a crowd. That is what I could interpret from him. 

Talking with him about being vegetarian reminds me about my friends and I while we were on fasting from animals-bilaruhi fasting-for 40 days during Idul Adha celebration. What I could say being vegetarian here is not easy. Almost food sold in warung were already obviously or invisibely contained by animals. Thus, the solution is we cook our meals by ourselves or actively asking about the ingredients of any foods we eat. 

You can assume him as Mas Rosi, coming from one concert to another in groups. We even talk about hitchhike that he often does in Indonesia. Just like me, when scouting group of UGM (Pramuka UGM) and I were hijacking right after tracking many hours to be finally arrived at our campus. It was one of amazing experiences I have with Pramuka UGM in tracking, just like him. He has travelled many places from this archipelago. Oh, how I want to travel these islands too. 

At the weekend, collegues and I were cooking together. I made ice tea and oseng-oseng kangkung among many other delicious dishes successfully provided on the table. I just remembered when Risma suprised to know how simply to put seasoning but creating a good taste on kangkung. I am very happy to have such a good time in cooking, as well as in home. Other enjoying parts are taking photos and chatting with people there. 

But the next week, I have no clear idea of what I am going to do here. My first skype class was cancelled and I turned to be free for a week. That was very terrible! I felt like I am losing my crowd. Something empty. The same situation, when I have no schedule to meet people will be always terrible.

In fact, it makes me remember random things which my bad mood comes. I remember mom and you, that I do not do important things here. I supposed to do something here. As well as your story. How you feel so sad when Risma wanted to move from her new school. I just cannot imagine your feeling is. You certainly did not want to be strict at her that always remind you to Mother, but letting her choose she wants. Thankfully she finally realize that she just needs to adjust herself in a new place around new people with new strict rules.  

Same like me, new condition without having clear plans is unconvenient. But it challenges me to do things I want. How I commit to realise my plans.  How I create creative things to do in a row. How I manage self-consistency with my big enemy, pleasure. By all the distraction on plans I make, being around people here is a gift. Even though I have no agenda to do but people here, together we move in the same mission for an increadible teacher-Pak Kyai. We walk through one duty to another in one reason. 

Helping each other. I was asked by mbak Ana to replace her in elementary school for a Quran class-TPA. I met incradible people on her own. Also, practicing my teaching skill in a big class is always interesting. One student, who cannot be silent, instead of hitting and annoying his friends during the whole class, catches my attention. It turns out that his background and daily life shapes him. His parents, both are working to earn money. Thus, he gets along with high school students to play around. Unfortunately, he sometimes becomes their assisstant to help themselves. A family, which must have more compassion rather than material, is every kids’ right. He deserves to get more attention and compassion.  

You and mother had worked hard. When I was in elementary school, to be honest, I was sad to know you being busy with your stuff rather than asking me if I have homework or not. But now I understand, making money is not easy. Running out of money is such a normal condition before end of months. However, a principal that withdrawing your transferred money is impolite. Graduated student from a university, economically, must be tough.

Besides that, pesantren, is the best place to share anything. We have lots of things to do together including food, time, story etc. We celebrated friends’ birthday. We came to a final paper presentation of our college student. This makes me know more people here and situation on how to get the rhytme to be socially connected. Furthermore, knowing how my spiritually goes so far is the other better. Not only praying for a duty but a call from the heart.  

Princess Zahra’s Final Presentation

Just like this night, a friend of mine, shared with me and other friends after my three years ignoring her so well because of her first worst impression. However, last night is the great time to know each other. We shared our story, how past shapes us. 

Deeply sharing without borders

At the weekend, I spent my time with my roomate, mbak Lian, who knows me well right now. With her, I try to build the best relations to learn mistakes from one another, to share compassion, to give a trust. It is not easy but I believe this time is the right time to the better. Soon I realise that to be always positive thinking is the key out from a conflict. 

Weekend on Opick’s concert

Today, I write this letter inspired by my lecturer, Angela Arunarsirakul, as my source of inspiration. Releasing my motto “coloring the world with my own patterns” is not a new one. It has been many years but I haven’t told anyone what the meaning is. That means, my life is colors (impression, message) for people in their life with my patterns (characters, actions) on my own. Having no idea when my life would end, thus, story is the only thing I can give to this world.
Always happy there.

Your daughter, Wirdatul Aini.

Yogyakarta, 28 July 2017

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Play Work Pray at Rumah TahfidzQu

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English Camp Ramdhan #3

Tawaran manis berupa goresan coklat pekat yang cocok untuk dirawat. Ya, menjadi tutor di kelas Bahasa Inggris Mr. Bob Kampung Inggris Pare yang bekerja sama denga Rumah Tahfidz berbuah keluarga yang harmonis.

Rasa nyaman sudah muncul dari awal bertemu santri kilat di asrama Rumah Tahfidz, Deresan. Makin lengkap bertemu dengan tutor tutor hebat dari berbagai latar belakang. Mulai dari kalangan hits bulu mata indah seperti adik Tsaqib, koordinator cantik yang insyaAllah berjodoh dengan Hafidz, Nes yang menghilang karena sayang duit, Vina yang ngehits tapi banyak haters karena banyak gossip, mas Ferdy yang sibuk dengan UAS jadi harus mobat mabit, Emma yang tiba-tiba diem tapi sebenernya suka tomat wkwkwkwk

Sungguh, enam hari bersama kalian itu sesuatu banget. Merasakan indahnya perjuangan ditengah-tengah barakah bulan Ramadhan, relakan ngaji dengan pak Kyai untuk bertemu kalian. Kayuhan sepeda di buru waktu adzan yang harus ku kejar. Hari demi hari mengajar dan evaluasi, semakin hari semakin kita polesi dengan perubahan yang lebih baik. Mulai dari tertukarnya jadwal, kelasku yang kupulangkan karena blank tak ada lagi ide dadakan, sampe kontrol waktu yang masih perlu ada perbaikan.

Semua harus sadari kekurangan, agar kelak murid bisa dapatkan ilmu yang optimal. Terlebih kepercayaan orang tua yang sudah titipkan anak mereka ke pangkuan pengajar. Sungguh, luar biasa kita niatkan bukan hanya untuk masa sekarang, tapi keberlanjutan ilmu yang mereka akan dapatkan.

Banyak murid-murid yang mengesankan. Dari yang suka berjoget honey-shake ala Kiky, Fadhl yang nerocoh karena sumpek lihat anak-anak jail, Alfian yang prospektif jadi pemimpin, Bila yang polos dan ngga mau diem, ah dan masih banyak lagi anak-anak kece yang siap terjun di peradaban zaman.

Intinya, berkesan berkesan berkesan. Seperti yang kutulis saat kuingat pasti wajah-wajah kalian, “Alhamdulillah, ada kesempatan dapat keluarga baru di Deresan, waktu 6 hari yang indah tuk dikenang, tak cukup hanya mengajar, tapi tentang masa depan, bersama Islam dan Iman. Maaf atas segala kekhilafan dalam balutan canda dan ungkapan spontan semua untuk mencairkan agar suasana terasa menyenangkan.”

 

Yogyakarta, 25 Juni 2016 ~ 20 Ramadhan 1437

Candi Sambisari – Kecantikan yang Lama Terpendam

Perjalanan kami mulai di Candi Sambisari. Dari Realia, makan waktu 30 menit untuk sampai di candi yang terletak di Desa Sambisari, Kelurahan Purwomartani, Kecamatan Kalasan, Kabupaten Sleman Jogjakarta.

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Menurut informasi yang saya kumpulkan, candi Sambisari ditemukan oleh petani pada tahun 1966. Waktu itu, dia sedang mencangkul sawah. Kemudian dia menemukan bongkahan batu yang mempunyai ukiran. Setelah itu, Dinas Purbakala melakukan penelitian. Ternyata, bongkahan batu itu adalah pecahan dari komplek candi yang sekarang bernama Candi Sambisari.

Kita dapat melihat keindahan candi Sambisari yang terletak di bawah permukaan tanah. Dikelilingi oleh hijaunya taman dan sawah, candi ini sangat menarik untuk dijadikan lokasi berfoto. Pemandangan aktifitas warga di sekitar juga bisa kita lihat karena lokasinya yang dekat dengan pemukiman warga.

Tidak terbayang bahwa material vulkanik 6.5 meter telah menimbun peradaban abad ke-9 pada masa pemerintahan Raja Rakai Garung selama 1000 tahun lebih. Sekarang candi ini sudah menampakkan keanggunannya yang yang tersembunyi selama 1000 tahun lebih.

Tiket masuk ke candi ini Rp 5.000 untuk turis lokal dan Rp 10.000 untuk turis asing. Namun, saya dan teman saya yang kebetulan turis asing, membayar masing-masing Rp 5.000. Mungkin dia tidak terlihat seperti bule. Entahlah.

Perjalanan selanjutnya ke Candi Sari.

Yogyakarta, 4 Oktober 2016

 

 

The Culture Reflection by The Language Used

world_handsMorning light didn’t make me feel okay. Getting up with a heavy body, I was starting this day to spread a good energy. I would have an Indonesian course today without my coordinator. She was taking a vacation while her job is replaced by Mbak Endah, the accountant. Today is a national holiday. Some staff have taken a holiday for two days. However, two students have class with 4 different teachers.

Arriving at Realia, I saw Mbak Endah was sitting at the teacher table, alone. She seemed ready to a course coordinator. Two students did not arrive yet. There was Mas Richards who became the first teacher of Pak Ben while I would teach him for the second session. A new book would be started today but Richards, looked like not ready for his morning classroom because he didn’t update of what the last class happened.

I came to Pak Ben and Mas David when the time was exactly at 8 a.m. However, they were in a good conversation, like always. I asked him, “pagi Pak Ben?” “Pagi Wirda, apa kabar?” “Baik, apa kabar Pak Ben?” “Aku baik.” “Are you on the teacher list?” “Ya, saya guru Anda.”
Just like what I have talked to you yesterday, he is a student who tries to find a learning method based on his ways. He has much talks in the class and has few of practical Indonesian language. He tends to more compare using another language of his to make him noticeable about his new words.

In the middle of our conversation, he was talking about Indonesian people and language. “So, I can conclude that there are only two words I need to live in Indonesia; “habis” and “belum”. Cause when I ordered something in a restaurant, they would say, habis atau belum. Or they would say InsyaAllah. But for me, an InsyaAllah response doesn’t make sense that God will permit to let that happened; because, in fact, he could not provide four cigarettes at that day. What answer I would expect that is “Okay, I am the owner of this shop, so I would make sure that in three days, I would provide four cigarettes. Instead of they say, InshaAllah”.

What I could explain to him was, the word InsyaAllah has become our culture since Moslem is the majority religion in Indonesia. When I explain to him that actually, people would make an effort when they say insyaAllah, he didn’t believe it, because,  he didn’t find an effort to provide the cigarettes.

Oh, language reflects a culture. In fact, not only Moslem who use the word InsyaAllah for to promise but also non-Moslem is one of Indonesian culture through a language. However, the word InsyaAllah which is interpreted to the willingness and agreement has been misunderstood that it is a doubt response instead of yes.

About for two hours in the class with Pak Ben, seems not long for me. I didn’t feel anxious like my other classes before, just because I confuse what topic I would like to talk about. That makes me feel like okay to teach him. And he seems friendly with other people. So, let’s see today of my last class with him because next week, Martha doesn’t give me classes with him.

Yogyakarta, 5May 2016

Go Out and See the World

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This morning, exactly on 8 a.m – 10 a.m, I had a class with Mr. Ben Kramer. I call him Pak Ben for short because it is an Indonesian class. Yeay, I am one of the teachers team for his study in Realia Language and Culture Center. Today is my second meeting with him in a classroom after Friday afternoon class. I remember that day, it was a formal meeting at first minutes of my classroom. But when I went to the book, he told some facts which I considered, he liked talking and an interesting person. However, today is more flowing with many interesting topics and few of personal conversation.

At the first minutes, I asked about his holiday at the weekend. He told it was fine and he said that Jogja is a quite city. He could not find beer in a resataurant. There were no clubs or young people who got drinking or dancing until morning. He wondered where the young people are. I answered that actually in Jogja, there are several clubs and some students go there to drink or dance, but not much.

Going to the exercise about Tidak dan Bukan concept, overall he was okay to understand it. However, he forgot some vocabularies interchangeably. At the question number 2, the sentences states about the cars brand. And I was asked about the cars coming from Japan and Germany. My God, I didn’t really know about it. “Your class is not intersting,” he said.  I was surprised to hear that. I said that I was not interested to find out about the cars. “How come? You are a teacher,” he said. “Okay, I will find about the car after this.” Then, he explained me more about cars in many countries. I just didn’t have any pictures in my mind about it.

At the middle of our conversation, he asked, “when will you get marriage?” “Me?” It was his second surprised question. I answer that I made a plan to get marriage before 25 years old. And then he suggest me that I need to travel and see the world. “You can learn many thing including language and cultures when you are outside your countries.” However, I told him that the problem-probably most of Indonesian people- is the money that we needed to survive there. And we have family that we need to take care of them.

He was the one who had been travelled in many countries and able to speak some languages  “By making a timeline, you can decide when you will learn your job, then you can travel, to Singapore, or  to Saudi Arabia where you can teach English for the women. Being a professional one. Which country next? Then you will tell people around you, that there are a lot of differences in this world.” That is what I could parapharse for his suggestion.

His son is also in the same ages like me, and now he was just graduated. “Now he is in South Africa with his friends. Find a girl and travel again. I let him go. It is your choice. I don’t know it is only my suggestion because I don’t know what is your parents would like to,” he added.

Sounds like it is my part of my own life. Travelling and learning. Staying at the same place doesn’t make me any choices to live unless I have a strong intention why am I there. Probably, it could be happened and God let it happen. But, it seems I need to arrange the path I would like to take. It doesn’t come alone, it comes with your courage and enthusiasm. God knows which ones is better and proper.

Yogyakarta, 02.05.16