When I got a problem with my teeth and then released I felt happy. When I was starving because lots of work then I eat and take a rest, I felt happy.
When I was underpressure in a traffic then I got the office on time I felt happy.
When my children could solve their problems in their teenager I was happy. When I have problem financially then a friend lent me some, I was happy. When I ashamed of disability to return my soft loan, then I could make it, I was happy. When I wished to go somewhere and I did it , I was happy.

When you re in a deadline, then your report has been submitted you were happy.
When I learned something new then I got a lesson I was happy.
So what is a happiness?
It is not a single quote. Somebody can't say "My life is unhappy" when only he /she had similar routine problems and could easily make it.
The happiness may be different one onother. But overall, happiness can be seen, can be felt, and can touch every one in our life.
It comes and goes by.. and comes again as if we trust it would appear .
"Fainna maal usri yosroo..." (Al-Insyirooh 5)
Happiness comes from our heart. No matter somebody wealthy or poor. Neither she is fat or thin, beautiful or " plain " , every body can be happy.
In this world, happiness is relative and very personal.
Very "private" and unique.
Insha Allah, later if He lets us go to the Heaven, we'll get the Long Lasting Happiness. Abadan Abadaaa..
Lain syakartum laaziidannakum
Angkot D01 Monday Morning
Imung Hikmah
Elly Nurlia
Fitri Hilmiyati
Fifi Maghfiroh
Aini Ahdawam Adam

Selasa Pagi
Seorang gadis duduk miring di angkot arah Kebayoran Lama. Aku dan anakku naik sehingga ia harus bergeser.

Gadis itu bergeser tapi sedikit sekali dan masih duduk miring sehingga anakku hanya mendapat sedikit space .

Kamu tahu kan kalau di angkot itu ada Rumus 4-6? (Yang tidak tahu ntar naik angkot yaaa smile emoticon )

Seharusnya bangku itu pas untuk 10 orang. Bahkan ada extra seat 2 untuk penumpang emergency. Tapi gadis itu sepertinya lagi bad mood sehingga anakku cuma nemple. Nemple itu bahasa sunda yang artinya duduk separuh bujur. Maap.. smile emoticon

"Geser dikit ya mbak.." kataku diiringi senyum.
Aku memperhatikannya selama perjalanan Ciputat-Pasar Jumat sekitar setengah jam-an itu. Ia terlihat gelisah dibalik kerudung pink yang cantik.
Ia seharusnya ia lebih ceria di pagi yang cerah ini.
Kadang ia mengetuk2kan ujung sepatunya sehingga terdengar irama ritmik meningkahi senandung pak Sopir menyanyikan lagu "Buteeeet"
Kadang ia menyorongkan leher mengarahkan pandangannya ke depan angkot seperti mencari sesuatu.

Pas di depan sekolah Polisi Pasar Jumat ia meminta turun. "Stop pinggir pak!" katanya cepat.
Sopir berlogat Seberang itu menjawab.
"Nantilah mbak... di halte depan."
"Lihat tuh polisi berjejer.. kita nggak boleh turun sembarangan..." kata pak sopir panjang lebar dengan gaya yang santai.

Di depan angkot kami ada bis menuju Bekasi yang berjalan lambat. Rupanya itu yang sejak tadi dicari2 si gadis cantik . Mungkin ia mau melanjutkan perjalanan kesana dengan bis itu.
Saat tiba di halte, angkot kami berhenti dan si gadis buru-buru turun. Lalu ia menyorongkan ongkos pada pak Sopir .

Saat ia menunggu kembalian dari sopir, bis Bekasi didepan kami berangkat dengan laju yang kencang. Ia menggerutu.
"Aah.. abang lama banget sih kembaliannya.. , aku jadi ga dapet bis deh !" katanya sewot. Ia kesal karena bis yang akan dia naiki sudah jauh. Ia harus menunggu bis luar kota itu berikutnya.
Saya pikir si sopir akan menjawab dengan sewot pula. Ternyata ia bilang:

"Makanya neeeng.... bangun lebih pagiiii !!! " katanya tertawa lebar membuat kami senyam senyum.ï

Jamhari update status di Check in Facebook.
" Jamhari is in International Airport"
"Beuh .. " kata si Ripan kagum. Sudah lama ia tidak bertemu dengan Jam. Terakhir ketemu setahun lalu waktu lulus SMP Kadu Geblugan III.

Kini rupanya ia sudah sukses. Terlihat dari statusnya yang sering bepergian ke luar negeri. Buktinya hampir setiap hari Jamhari update status seperti itu.
"Hebat amat maneh Jam?!" komen Ripan tak menyembunyikan rasa kagumnya karena mengetahui teman lamanya sukses.
"Emangnya mau kemana Jam? Sering banget kamu ke Bandara?" Ripan penasaran.
" Ah.. enggak.. biasa aja.." reply Jamhari merendah. Tapi jawaban itu tidak memuaskan Ripan.
Dia bertanya lagi.
"Bisnis apa kamu sekarang Jam?" berondong Ripan.
"Ajak urang atuh" pinta Ripan yang belum lama ini resign dari pekerjaannya di Hotel Internasional sebagai Room Boy
"Bukan bisnis Pan. Urangmah gawe biasa. Karyawan!" jawab Jamhari teteup Low Profile.
"Wah.. karyawan apa atuh yang bisa hebat seperti kamu? " kata Siripan dengan emoticon senyum smile emoticon
"Karyawan Bandara... Urang jadi OB di dieu.." jawab Jamhari kalem.

Geredug
"Woi.. geraeun?!" Si Titi, Si Mumun jeung si Uweng babaturan kami ngageroan.
Kami keur dangdan. Maksudna nyisiran jeung sawedak pipa nomor tilu. Hehehe.

Poe ieu kami rek leumpang suku ka Geredug.
"Kee.. Tungguaaaan..." ceuk kami. Ti buri lawang katingali
di jalan geus rame jelema untuy2an arek ka Geredug.
Geredug eta nyaeta hiji lembur nu jauhna 2,5 kilo ti kampung kami di Legon. Lamun ti Sodong mah 5 kiloeun.
Kami leumpang iring iringan teu boga kacape. Bari cacahan alewoh sapanjang jalan teu karasa kami sampe ka Geredug.
Ngaliwatan Kubang Lampung, Kubang Huni , jeung Curug Tilu , Geredug bisa dilampahan paling paling satengah jam ti Legon.
Di geredug aya lapangan bal anu lega. Diliung ku tatangkalan karet, lapangan Geredug karasa iyuh. Jelema tos karumpul arek nongton bal. Aya nu make baju beureum, koneng , hejo jeung sajabana.
Cawene jeung parejakah nyieun kalompok2 sorangan deuket tukang cingcaw jeung es kepit.
Mantas lebaran poe kadua ieu paling rame jalema nu resep kana bal. Bari dula deuleu sugan aya nu herang mencrang.
Geredug baheula pusat karamean paranti kami olah raga maraton jeung laes. Puguh bal mah jaba eta parantina.
Duka kumaha eta Geredug kiwari. Masih rame keneh atawa tos sepi.

Being A Mom

(The greatest Love Of All)

(Reflection #4)

I have started my day when the sun was still asleep at the dawn.
In a very short time, I had to prepare everything for me and my daughters before they leave home for school.

With only two hands I belong, I stepped here and there in rush to do several domestic jobs in the same time ; cooking, bathing, packing, and , this is the hardest, awakening my kids, for Shalat and for schooling.

My left hand handled a fan filled by hot oil to fry sausage or tofu, while my right one stirred 3 glasses of hot tea.
At the same time my mouth yelled to awaken my kids in a loud shout, many times.
Actually I had touched them by their arms or legs to make a "soft call" . But it didn't work.

"Kakak... wake up !!"
"Adik... wake up!!!"
"Kakaaak, wake upp !!!"

I kept calling them again and again until subuh Praying Time came. The sacred time made me more calm for a while..

smile emoticon
When I was done praying and cleaning up, I continued cooking . And continued calling them; My beloved princesses.
But my loudcall sounds like a "Nina Bobo" Song for them, for there was no respond at all.
In the weekdays, I hardly heard the sound of birds that always tweeted in serene morning around our home that surrounded by trees and bushes.

I was to busy to catch their tweet.
After dressing for work simply, I sometimes noticed that my girls were still snoring in a deep sleep.
Once again I called them louder and slowly they moved as they will never go anywhere.
(You know what? They must be at school at a half to seven, and it takes an hour to go !)
"Where 's my milk, mom?" the younger asked me in a half closed eyes.

"No time honey.." I replied by the time I put the food ; some on the dining table and the rest in the lunch boxes for their brunch.

"Today you have to make it by yourself !" I said.
"Huh, mom.. I'd rather go back to my bed.. and no schooling!" she threatened me, walked back to the bed room.
(Here sometimes I felt upset.)

And the birds flew as the sun raised higher.
Once again I had to persuade my younger to be "nice and obidient " girl. For that I needed much more time and so we were all late.
Huffff...

(I 've got to take a deep breath.....)
I am only one of thousand moms alike.
As a mom , We have to be stronger phisically , emotionally and mentally, better than any other creatures in this planet !

Agree?
It is known that every single need of them is our bussines, especially in their "growing up " time. But not on the contrary.
We know what, we feel how, and we understand why we dedicate almost all of our time and energy for their life.

Look !
They would eat if we cooked. They would go if we asked to.
When they 're hurt we have to be in their side.
When they re weak, be ready to hug.
When they talk , be ready to listen.
When they do good deeds, get ready to compliment.
and..

When you need help, get ready of their rejection !!
That's the moms are for...
But,

Can we be that great person?

Since the world was created, it was natural that the parents (read:mom) has had that "Never Ending Job Desc".
A wise man says that 24 hours is not enough for a mom to take care of her children.
Do I mind?

Of course not !
Because I will have a full charged - battery again to be always on ..
The charger is " love "
It is a "power"
It is the Power of Love that Allah had provided for us as the "stocks" when our battery is low.
On the other hand, do not forget that they would grow step by step in whole; phisically, emotionally, and mentally, as well as their spiritually.

We just have to love them and give them chance to grow and to be themselves.
It will help them to be independent. And by the time comes, they will change to be adult and mature, as we used to be.

So let's just keep up our good work and never stops.
(Dedicated to my beloved Ones)

Hanif Ibrahim Mumtaz
@Nadezhda Mariam Mumtaz
@Lailaurieta Salsabila Mumtaz
Pristine Habil Mumtaz

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Seorang mahasiswa berkirim pesan singkat pada adiknya yang masih SMA
Kakak : Dik.. kakak barusan habis donor darah
Adik : Wah kakak keren..

Kakak : Ayolah dik.. biasakan donor darah. Selain kita dapat pahala.. juga dapat Pop Mie...
Adik : Ha ? Hahaha....

IPAH

(Sebuah Renungan)

Selain air putih hangat , Ipah berangkat ke sekolah nyaris tanpa sarapan .
Karena persediaan makanan terbatas, Mak bilang, bekal nasi hanya untuk makan siang saja.
Jam pertama pelajaran Agama. Jam ke dua Geografi.

Pelajaran Agama dilalui dengan pesan2 spiritual uantuk selalu berbuat baik dan bersyukur.
Lalu pelajaran ke dua, Geografi

"Anak-anak.. " ibu guru Geonya memulai,
" Lihat betapa kaya negara kita.
Sumber karbohidrat kita saaaangat melimpah. " kata bu guru berapi-api.
Perut Ipah bernyanyi dengan merdunya merespon keterangan gurunya itu.
Lalu bu guru memperlihatkan gambar aneka makanan pokok; nasi, jagung, gandum, kentang, singkong, dan ubi.

Slide Show dari Power Point ibu guru itu sangat colorful dan menarik.
Sayang Ipah tak bisa menikmatinya.

"Laut Indonesia juga memiliki ribuan jenis ikan yang bisa dimanfaatkan oleh penduduk Indonesia, " lanjut bu guru teu cieum-cieum.

"Bukan hanya untuk makanan lezat penuh protein, tapi juga untuk memperkuat perekonomian kita". jelas bu guru semangat empat lima.
Ipah ingat penghuni kotak bekal di tasnya. Nasi nyaris tanpa lauk.
Ia memegang perutnya yang lapar. Ia membayangkan gurihnya ikan goreng hasil laut nusantara yang disuguhkan gurunyaitu.

Ikan2 itu menari2 mendekatinya, mengepul hangat di piring lengkap dengan sambal dan lalab rumbah.

"Ipah.. ayo konsentrasi kalau belajar!" tegur gurunya.
Ipah tersentak.
"Jarang makan ikan yaa? jadi cepat ngantuk!" kata bu guru lagi entah bertanya entah mengejek, menusuk ulu hatinya.

"Lihat semuanya.. ibu akan tampilkan di slide ini.. sumber alam kita juga diperkaya varietas buah2 tropis yang disukai warga dunia...Jeruk Medan.. salak Bali.. duku Palembang.. Melon Ngawi.. Semangka Mauk... "

Air liur ipah menetes. Tes...
Ipah tak tahan melihat gambar-gambar sarupaning bubuahan itu. Ia lupa sudah berapa lama ia tak makan buah.

"Anak2... Janganlah malas makan buah. Buah baik untuk kesehatan dan kecantikan.." pungkas bu guru.
Ipah tak mau memikirkan apakah pembahasan gurunya masih nyambung atau tidak dengan Geografi.
Sesungguhnya, Ipah juga tidak terlalu percaya pada gurunya itu.
Seperti biasa, ia hanya merasa itu hanyalah teori yang harus dihafalkan untuk bahan Ulangan.
Saat istirahat tiba, bergegas ia membuka bekalnya; nasi putih dengan tempe dan tahu goreng plus sambel goang.

Ditemani lagu "Kolam Susu" Koes Plus dari speaker kelas yang biasa dipasang saat istirahat, Ipah makan dengan lahap.
Saat ia makan hampir setengahnya, temannya mendekat dan memperhatikan sisa makanan itu.
"Apa bekalmu? " Tanya temannya.

"Oh.. hanya nasi dan tempe." kata Ipah malu. Ia kuatir teman itu meledeknya.
"Tadi sih ada tahu.. tapi sudah kuhabiskan.." kata Ipah asal bicara sambil menutup kotak nasinya.
"Oh... Kenapa kau tutup?" tanya temannya.

"Mm.. buat nanti sebelum pulang. Eh.. kenapa emang?" tanya Ipah menangkap sesuatu.
Lalu Ipah bertanya.."Kamu mau?"
Temannya mengangguk. Ia bilang ia malah tidak punya bekal apa2 untuk dimakan.
Lalu ia memakan sisa bekal Ipah dengan lahap. Hap !!
Sayup-sayup terdengar suara Koes Plus tadi...

Bukan Lautan
Hanya Kolam susu
Kail dan Jala cukup menghidupimu
Tiada Badai Tiada Topan
Kau Temui
Ikan dan Udang menghampiri dirimu

Orang Bilang Tanah kita
Tanah Surga
Tongkat Kayu dan Batu Jadi Tanaman
Ipah dan temannya tersenyum.

(Tuesday Night Fever)