Kado Ultah kreatif dari Putriku

Kado Ultah

Ultah gue tahun ini rasanya lucu deh.
Suatu kali Helena nanya, "Kenapa kalo Mama ultah nggak pernah tiup lilin?"
Sementara papa, helena dan evan selalu ada cake dan lilin.
"Malu, udah tua," jawab gue.
"Ntar kalo ultah, tiup lilin aja, Ma, nanti aku yang tiup lilinnya kalo Mama malu," kata Helena.
Akhirnya kita beli cake, dan karena gue yakin foto itu akan dimasukin ke FB, maka gue sengaja beli lilin angka 7, karena di rumah ada angka 1. Kebetulan di toko cake itu juga gak ada angka lain yang pas sesuai umur gue.
Jadilah lilin di cake ultah gue ber-angka 17, dan kita berfoto2 di depannya, dan kalo org liat foto2 itu, pasti jadi bingung siapa yang ultah.
Kalo gue, kemudaan, kalo Helena, ketuaan, dan nggak mungkin juga ultah suami atau anak gue Evan.
Hahaha, cuek aja, gue pikir. Jadilah kita foto2 di cake yg berlilin angka 17, juga waktu ngerayain sekali lagi dgn tiup lilin di rumah kakak, atas permintaan Mama, mau didoain katanya.
Para ponakan gue pada bingung ngeliat angka lilinnya, dan kita pada ngakak2 begitu tahu artinya, bahwa umurnya adalah dua kali angka lilin tsb, hahaha...

Tapi yang paling bikin gue terharu ultah kali ini adalah, kado ultah dari anak gue Helena.
Pas gue pulang dari beli cake, dia memegang sesuatu di balik punggungnya, dan bergerak dgn gelagat takut2 jangan sampe gue ngeliat.
"Ini kado aku buat Mama, tapi jangan intip, rahasia," kata helena dan saking lamanya dia tarik ulur ngasi kado itu, jadilah kami kejar2an karena gue nggak sabar ngeliat.

Ternyata, sebuah surat!

Surat dengan tulisan tangan dia sendiri, dengan kata2 sederhana yang mungkin dia minta dibantu cek spellingnya sama si Mbak, yang isinya
kira-kira bilang begini: Helena sayang Mama, selamat ultah ya, Ma," etc...

Akan gue simpan buat kenang-kenangan.
Memang kado itu nggak penting harganya, lebih ke motivasi pemberinya.
Dan gue sangat surprise mengetahui kreatifitas anak gue yang masih umur 5 tahun itu untuk menghadiahi gue SEBUAH SURAT! Sesuatu yang gak terbayangkan, sesuatu yang dia bikin sendiri dan tanpa biaya dan tanpa ide dari orang lain!
What a creativity!

Thanks, my lovely daughter, thank God!
Love you berry much!

*-*

Belajar Bahasa Batak

"Mama, aku bisa dong bahasa batak," kata helena minggu lalu, tiba-tiba.
"Coba," gue bilang.
"Daonma," kata dia.
"Helen tahu darimana? siapa yang ngajarin?" gue tanya.
"Nggak ada yang ngajarin, aku dengar sendiri mama ngomong."
Hahaha.. gue jadi ingat. Itu pasti omongan gue dia contek.
"Bukan 'daonma', sayang, tapi, 'DAONG, MA', itu artinya 'TIDAK, MA',"
gue ingat, gue lagi ngomong sama nyokap gue pake bahasa batak, dan helen dengerin.
"Mama ntar kalo aku udah SMP, mama ajarin aku bahasa batak ya," kata helena.
"Iya," gue bilang, hahaha..
Mesti ati2 nih, apa aja omongan gue bisa didengerin dan diikutin anak gue neh.
Hehehe...

Curang

Helena tuh punya sepupu favorit, namanya Justin, anaknya abang gue yang nomor dua, anaknya tulang dia.

Menurut Helena, Justin ini adalah sepupunya yang paling ganteng, hahaha...

Tiap kali mau hari libur, dia pasti nanya, kapan ketemu bang Justin, kapan ke rumah bang justin, kapan ada acara keluarga situmorang lagi dan apakah ntar bang justin datang, dll.

Pernah sekali ada acara di rumah tulangnya (abang gue) yang nomor satu dan dari rumah pas dia tanya apakah ntar ada bang justin, gue bilang justin belum tentu datang, eh pas disana ternyata ada justin, dia langsung jerit dan loncat dan langsung nyari gue utk protes, dan bilang: "Tadi mama bilang gak ada bang justin, mama gimana sih..."
Gue jwb, "Kan mama bilang belum tentu datang, bukan gak dtg, kan mama gak tau."

Begitulah, suatu malam, pas gue sembari nungguin dia tidur, dia bilang gini:
"Ma, aku mau punya abang kandung."
"Kan udah banyak abangnya," jawab gue.
"Tapi kan bukan kandung, abang sepupu semua."
"Nggak apa-apa, sama aja, yang penting kan helena punya adik kandung. Mama aja nggak punya adik."
"Mama curang, mama abangnya banyak, aku nggak ada," kata dia.
"Helen curang, helen punya adek, mama nggak," jawab gue.
"Mama lebih curang, kakaknya banyak, adek aku cuma satu," jawab Helena lagi.
HWAHAHAHAHAAA... gue pun ngakak.

Kecil-kecil jago ngeles juga anak gue neh, mungkin bakat turunan hahaha...

Gigi Ompong Pertama

Hari minggu lalu tiba-tiba aja di gereja si Mbak ngasih tahu kalo gigi depan Helena goyang. Pas gue periksa ternyata udah ada dua gigi baru muncul di belakangnya dan kedua gigi depan itu kudu dicabut!

Berhubung ada acara keluarga besar situmorang di rumah kakak gue, habis gereja kita langsung ke rumah kakak, dan malamnya suami ada kunjungan ke rumah duka jemaaat, jadi helena belum sempet dibawa ke klinik gigi.

Senin malam pulang kantor kita bawa helena ke klinik langganan, eh taunya drg nya gak masuk. Trus kita pergi ke sebuah tpt praktek drg yang deket rumah, yang ternyata mewah banget, dan... setelah menunggu sampe satu setengah jam, dua pasien yang sebelum kita belon juga kelar2, akhirnya kita pulang ke rumah, dgn bete, ngantuk, lelah, cape, laper, karena udah jam setengah sepuluh malam!

Nggak lagi-lagi deh ke drg yg itu!
Selasa malam, ada kebaktia di gereja sehingga suami juga gak bisa (mestinya gue sih bisa tp gue kelelahan bgt), akhirnya gak jadi juga ke drg.
Helena udah protes waktu gue telpon dari kantor bilang gak bisa ke dkrg hari iti, katanya gini: "Nanti gigiku gimana dong, Ma? Katanya gigiku mesti cepet2 dicopot?"

Trus gue jawab, "Besok, sayang, cuma beda sehari nggak apa2 kok."

Dan semalam, wadddduuuuhhhh, gue jadi korban kemacetan parah di fatmawati, akhirnya daripd nungguin gue kemaleman, gue blg aja suami bawa helena sendirian ke drg, dan pas gue nyampe, udah kelar! Giginya udah dicopot dua-duanya!

"Ternyata gak sakit kok, Ma," kata Helena dengan kapas masih ditempel di giginya yang bolong. "Cuma bentar, nggak berasa, udah copot deh."

Pas sampe rumah, Helena langsung nyari mbak2nya untuk pamer giginya yang udah ompong.
"Liat deh, Mbak, gigi aku udah ompong," kata dia, dengan bangganya!

Nanti gue poto deh buat kenang-kenangan. Hehehehe.

Surat cinta untuk anakku

Karena sering melihat surat datang buat gue dan suami, suatu kali Helena bilang gini:
"Ma, kok aku nggak pernah dapat surat sih?"
Akhirnya gue rencananakan untuk mengiriminya surat. Sekalian biar dia belajar baca juga. Nah, berhubung gue udah jarang juga nulis surat manual, gue usahakanlah menulis surat tsb dgn lambat dan hati-hati agar jelas kebaca, hehehe.

Surat pertama gue kirim minggu lalu, gue kirim dari kantor, dan ternyata sama OB kantor yang gue suruh ngeposin, dikirim pake kilat khusus, jadinya pas gue telpon ke rumah, suratnya udah nyampe, dan Helena pun bacain isinya dengan gembira. Isinya sih singkat aja, kira2 begini:
Helena sayang, udah bikin PR belum? Ajakin adek Evan main ya, Mama sayang Helena, etc.

Pas pulang ke rmh malamnya, Helena nunjukin surat gue itu dan bilang, "Mau lagi, Ma, kirim surat lagi buat aku ya, yang panjang dong isi suratnya, Ma."

Nah kemarin lusa gue kirim surat lagi. Kali ini pako perangko biasa, eh taunya sehari udah nyampe juga. Kemarin pas gue telpon ke rumah, Helena bilang udah terima surat dan dia bacain, dan bilang gini, "Ah, surat Mama panjang, aku nggak usah baca semua ya?"

Hahahaa... Padahal isinya cuma nasihat2 supaya rajin belajar, makan, mandi dll.
Ada-ada aja emang anak gue ini, hehehe...
Trus dia bilang, "Sabar ya Ma, aku belum sempat balas surat Mama."

Jadi inget waktu remaja dulu, banyak sahabat pena, dan hobi korespondensi, dan bayak dapat surat cinta dari para penggemar, hahaaaa.
Sekarang mah udah gak jaman ya surat cinta, padahal lumayan lucu juga kalo dibayangin, hehehee...

Hare gene mah pake teknologi aje kale...

Bahagia

Bahagia.
Itulah kata yang paling tepat menggambarkan isi hati gue minggu terakhir ini.
Apa pasal?
Anak gue yang kecil, Evan, sudah lancar lari kesana kemari. Capek banget ngejar dia, tapi senang, karena kata sebagian orang (?) untuk ukuran anak cowok, dia sudah dianggap agak terlambat untuk itu, karena umurnya udah satu setengah tahun...
Kemarin di gereja, pegel banget gue ngejar2 dia pake sepatu high heels, juga pas maen ke Pondok Indah Mall, semua diiterin sampe gue gak sempet puas belanja liat big sale, hahaha... cape!

Senang banget. Bukan karena dia nggak perlu dipegangin kalo jalan atau kudu digendong2 lagi (berat bo...), tapi karena melihat satu fase lagi dalam masa pertumbuhannya, semakin hari semakin ada perkembangan yang baik. Seketika gue bisa membayangkan, sebentar lagi dia akan jadi doli-doli, a big handsome guy, yang mempesona setiap gadis, hahaha...

Senang sekali...
Anak cowok emang nggak bisa diam kali ya (kecuali kalo nonton baby TV favoritnya), suka memberantakin rumah dan menjatuhkan apa saja yang ada di atas meja atau kursi, suka manjat sampe ke jendela, grabak-grubuk, lari ke dapur, lari ke taman, loncat ke tempat tidur, masuk kamar mandi, dlll, rusaklah semua perabotan rumah tangga.

Perasaan dulu helena nggak se-petakilan itu deh. Sekalipun helena juga tidak kalah dalam hal menghancurkan perabotan rumah, merusak DVD player, TV dan remote control, mencoreti sofa, meja dan lemari, melompat2 di atas tempat tidur sampe per kasur agak loss, manjat lemari baju, merusak kaset dan CD, guntingin majalah dan mencoretin buku-buku, bahkan mencoreti seat mobil...

Memang benar kata orang, kalo masih punya anak balita, jgn beli furniture rumah dulu deh, ntar bakalan rusak! Makanya si abang sampe sekarang belum mau kalo gue bilang mau beli TV plasma atau ganti sofa kita yang udah buluk, sama beli lemari kaca. Bisa nangis darah ntar kalo furniture mewah dirusak anak2...

Kalau ada yang bertanya apa yang paling sering gue lakukan dalam tahun terakhir ini, pasti jawabannya adalah: menciumi Evan.
Kalo lagi bareng evan, nggak di rumah, di mobil, di tpt tdr, di manaaaaaa aja, bentar2 gue akan ciumin dia mungkin minimal sepuluh kali dlm satu menit.
Gemes banget! Pipinya lembut banget, enak banget buat diemut2, hehehe.
Kalo nyium dia tuh ya, rasanya gak cukup kalo cuma sekali, nggak puas kalo cuma sekali dua kali, pengennya nyiumin terus, muwah mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah mwuaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... kadang sampe dia mendorong muka gue, hahaha...
Apalagi kalo dia habis mandi, kan wangi bayi tuh, duuuuuuhhhhh, pasti bibir gue nggak mau lepas dari pipinya, mwwwwwwuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!
Sampe kakaknya, helena, sering ngiri dan narik2 gue, "Mama sama helen aja, jgn ciumin adek terus,,,,"
Trus gue jawab, "Dulu waktu kamu kecil juga Mama gituin.., gantian dong adek sekarang..."

Oh ya, soal helena, ternyata dia tidak menepati janjinya.
Beberapa hari setelah potongan poni pertama, dia potong rambut lagi, kali ini bukan hanya poni, tapi juga rambut bagian depannya, dan itu dilakukan di ruamh ompung, dan si ompung nggak ngeh dan baru sadar pas nyapu rumah kok ada rambut2, lalu telpon ke rumah, "Helena tadi potong rambut ya?"
Pas gue telpon ke rumah, helena dgn takut2 mengaku dan gue omelin!
Sampe di rumah, gue liat poninya udah pendek banget, hampir sejidat, untungnya tidak terlalu berantakan, lumayan rapi lho!
Trus potongan rambutnya, ya ampun, dia potong bagian samping depan doang, tidak rapi tp berbentuk, kayak di-layer jadinya, lumayan lho, rambut belakang tetap panjang dan samping depan agak pendek, jadi kayak potongan rambut layer yg lagi in.

Tanpa sadar, pas gue liat rambutnya, gue blg: "Bagus juga potongan rambutnya, Len..."
Lalu si Papa muncul di pintu, dan helena pun tidak berani memeluk papanya, apalagi papanya bilang gini: "Kalau sekali lagi helena potong rambut sendiri, Papa botakin aja ya..."

Dan malamnya sebelum tidur, helena berbisik gini ke gue, " Mama, potongan rambut aku bagus ya?"
Hahahaha... gue ngakak dalam hati.
"Enggak bagus, jelek," gue jawab.
"Tadi kata Mama bagus," kata dia.
"Maksud mama, kalau rambutnya dipotong model begitu bagus, tapi potongnya mesti di salon. Udah tidur, tidur..."

Hmmm, repot dan capek juga kadang2 ngadepin kreatifitas anak2 ... hehehe.
Anak2 gue ini memang ada-ada aja, tapi gue bahagia sekali karena mereka!
Thank You, God.

Just the way you are

Tiba-tiba aja kemarin lagi search lagu lain di google, eh nemu lagu ini.

Enaknya sih kalo lagu ini dinyanyiin oleh suamimu/kekasihmu buatmu!
Mungkin terdengar agak 'lebay'...?
Tapi gue rasa ini lagu pas banget kalo suami gue yang nyanyi buat gue, ini rada tipikal dia soalnya, hehehe.

(Billy Joel)

Don't go changing, to try to please me
You never let me down before
Don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore
I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I'll take the bad times
I'll take you just the way you are

Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care

I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are.

I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you.

I said I love you and that's forever
And this I promise from the heart
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are.

-*-

Yeah, gue emang gak berniat warnain rambut kok, Darling...
Mwuah!
(-:

Potong Poni

Jumat lalu pas gue telpon ke rumah, helena made a confession, again.

"Tapi Mama jangan marah, ya. Mama janji jangan bilang Papa ya..." katanya before confessed, "Aku potong poni sendiri."
"Whaaat?" seru gue di telpon. Gue di kantor dan temen2 pada ngeliat.
"Iya, Ma, aku potong sendiri, Mama nggak marah kan?"
"Kenapa kamu potong sendiri?" gue tanya dan wondering hasilnya, "Trus poninya bagus nggak?"
"Enggak, Ma, poninya jelek, miring, pendek sebelah." kata helena.
Lalu gue denger suara agak kencang bag backing vocal di belakang helena, di telepon, "IYA BU, HELENA POTONG PONI SENDIRI DIAM2 DI KAMAR," suara si mbak.
"Kenapa nggak minta Mbak yang potong? kenapa nggak nunggu Mama pulang? Kenapa potong sendiri?" gue tanya lagi.
"Habis aku pengen potong poni sendiri, Ma. Boleh kan, Ma? Mama nggak marah kan? Mama nggak bilang2 Papa kan ntar?"
"OK, tapi janji ini hanya sekali ini, lain kali nggak boleh! Lain kali harus sama Mama atau ke salon!" gue bilang.

Begitu gue pulang, sampe di dpn rumah, yang biasanya dia menyambut di depan pintu, skrg dia menunggu di balik tirai pintu sambil menutup mukanya pake tirai, dan pas gue mau cium, dia segera peluk gue dengan muka yang looks agak kuatir.
Mumpung Papa masih parkir dan beresin mobil di luar, segera gue ambil gunting dan gue rapihin deh tuh poni yang miring sebelah. Sebelah masih sepanjang dahi di atas alis, sebelah lagi di tengah jidat (hasil potongan dia).
Untung deh udah kelar pas Papa masuk rumah jadi Helena nggak kuatir lagi.

Trus gue bisikin, "Kasih liat Papa, gih, tanyain papa, bagus gak potongan poni helena ini, gitu," suruh gue.
Dengan langkah ragu2 dia mendekati papanya dan bertanya, "Pa, bagus gak poni aku?"
Papanya yg sebenarnya udah tau apa yg terjadi (udah gue kasih tau wkt di mobil), tersenyum lebar sambil menjawab, "BAGUUUUUSSSS..."
Trus dengan senyum senang dia masuk kamar untuk ngaca2 di cermin besar.
"Iya, Bu, tadi saya juga kaget pas nemuin dia diam-diam mojok di kamar sendiri sama gunting," lapor si mbaknya.
Akhirnya gue suruh si mbak ngumpetin tuh gunting.

Habis itu kita ke rumah ompungnya untuk latihan koor sektor gereja.
Begitu lihat helena, para ibu2 yang sudah rata2 ompung2 itu langsung melihat poninya yang kependekan, dan pada bilang,
"Duh, helena lucu banget poninya..."
"Wah, cantik sekali poni boru sianipar ini...."
"Poninya bagus, potong dimana, sayang?"
Dll.
Gue langsung mengklarifikasi, "Itu dipotong sendiri sama Helena, Ompung..."
"Wah, pinter banget..." Begitu mereka menyahut. Gue belum kelar ngomong.
Dasar ibu2 dan nenek2, bisanya memuji2 anak2 terusssss....
"Tapi dipotongnya tadi berantakan, trus dirapihin sama Mama," kata helena ngaku.

Nggak lama kemudian ompung borunya muncul dari dapur dan berkata, "Tadi ompung dengar katanya helena potong poni sendiri?"
Helena langsung menciut.
Ompung borunya langsung memegang tangan Helena dan menatap matanya, dan bilang:
"Dengar, helena tidak boleh potong poni sendiri. Tidak boleh potong rambut sendiri, takutnya mata helena kena gunting yang tajam itu. Itu bahaya! Lain kali sama ompung aja. Ompung biasa kok potong rambut. Dari dulu ompung yang potong rambut papa, namboru, uda, semua Ompung yang potong. Sampai papamu SMA pun masih ompung yang potong rambutnya." kata ompung boru. Helena hanya diam.

Dengar begitu, gue langsung pengen nyari suami gue di teras yang sdg duduk2 sama bapak2 lain, dan ingin berkata, "Pantesan potongan rambut loe culun, Bang, dulu nggak pernah ke barber shop ya?"
Hahaha...
Ternyata bakat potong rambut sendiri itu faktor keturunan, hahaha...

Tapi Mama jangan marah ya...

Akhir2 ini Helena sering melakukan 'kekacauan2' dan setelah melakukannya dia akan meminta maaf dan membujuk supaya tidak dimarahi, dan sering bertanya,
"Can I break this? Will you forgive me if I break that? etc..."

Seperti bbrp hari lalu ketika dompetnya hilang di sekolah, pas gue telepon dari kantor, dia bilang di telepon.:
"Ma, sini deh aku bisikin, 'dompetku hilang, mama nggak marah kan?'"

Tadi waktu di RS, lagi nunggu obat, helena tiba-tiba bilang:
"Ma, sini deh aku bisikin, tapi mama jangan bilang 'itu nggak boleh' ya? janji?"
Dan gue pun mendekatkan kuping, "Ma, ibu2 itu gendut banget ya, padahal anaknya kurus,"

Wow!

Tadi habis ambil rapor mid-semester dia di sekolah.
Gurunya memujinya, katanya dia sudah mandiri sekarang, nggak cengeng kayak semester pertama TK A, daya tangkapnya ok, dikte dan bahasa OK, jadi komandan upacara OK, dan cepet tanggap kalau dikasih instruksi.

Tapi....
Kalau baris, selalu maunya paling depan, padahal dia murid paling tinggi badannya, dan kalau dipindahin ke belakang, nggak lama kemudian dia akan balik lagi ke depan.
Trus, masih suka bikin keributan bersama sohib dekatnya sejak TK A, safina, padahal sudah sengaja bangkunya dipisah, tapi dua2nya kayak magnet yang gak bisa jauh2an dan selalu gaduh dan ngobrol2 serta kejar2an di kelas.
And, yang tdk berubah sejak dulu adalah, soal MAKAN. Nggak pernah makan di kelas! Kalau tidak diancam sama Miss, nggak akan buka lunch box-nya, dan kalau miss udah gak keliatan, akan langsung tutup box-nya lagi, sampe Miss udah kapok dan menyerah. Well, untungnya bekal makan siang itu selalu habis dimakan di mobil jemputan (disuapin mbak-nya).

Dan beberapa hari lalu dia, tiba-tiba dia bertanya:
"Mama kapan sih duitnya banyak?"
"Emangnya knp?" gue jwb,
"Kalo udah banyak, mama brenti kerja aja, trus anter jemput aku sekolah..."

Kemarin dia lihat koran, dan bertanya, "Ini dimana, Ma? Inggris ya? Amerika? ayo dong, Ma, kapan dong kita kesana."
"Bilang sama Papa," jwb gue.

Tadi sambil lihat Naked brothers band di disney channel, dia bilang:
"Ma, aku mau dong diajari ngomong bahasa inggris sama Mama biar nanti kalau kita ke luar negeri aku bisa ngomong sama Nat (personil Naked brothers band) sama Jonas Brothers,"

Dan gue cuma bilang, "Ya, ya..."

Tadi belanja di supermarket, gue bebasin dia belanja apa yang dia pengenin, dan dia mengambil empat item: jus, permen, biskuit dan jelly.
Pas mau beli kado sepupunya, robot transformer yg bisa dirubah jd mobil2n, dia minta juga dia dibeliin tongkat sihir, dan gue bilang tidak boleh.
Malamnya di rumah, dia membujuk gue, "Ma, knp sih tadi aku nggak boleh beli tongkat sihir?"
"Karena kamu udah pernah punya dan rusak sebentar saja," gue jawab.
"Kalau nanti aku janji nggak bikin rusak dan hilang, mama mau nggak beli lagi?" ktanya.
Busyet, mana bisa gue menolak bujukan malaikat yg maha lembut itu.
"Iya ya..." gue jawab dengan segala pergolakan batin...

Sebenarnya akan sangat mudah bagi dia mendapatkan apa yang dia mau, tinggal minta inangtua(uwa2)nya/ompung, bahkan di gerejapun para naposo dan inang2 akan mengajaknya ke kantin dan ke tempat mainan dan sepertinya semua orang rela membelikan dia apa saja, untungnya dia akan selalu bertanya, "Ma, boleh nggak akau beli/dibeliin ini sama si X...?"

Yang bikin malu, kalo kolokannya kumat pas di gereja. Pernah dua kali dia nangis2 dan nggak mau diam di gereja, bikin ribut suasana dan org2 udah pada ngeliatin, bahkan bbrp ibu2 udah melotot dan sibuk ngomelin gue krn gue gak berhasil membuat dia diam, gue bujuk gak mempan, gue ancam gak mempan, mau gue gendong keluar berontak (berat bo, gak kuat lagi gue gendongnya!). Maluuuuuuuuuuu banget gue jd pusat perhatian. Mana bapaknya duduk di depan di bangku para penatua pula...
Kalo udah begini, rasanya gue pengen nelungsupin muka ke tanah deh...

Yang lucu, pernah dia lagi kolokan juga di gereja, pas kebaktian, dan duduk di sebelah kita anak2 naposo.
Helena minta jajan dan gue nggak mau, gue blg tunggu sampe kebaktian kelar. Trus dengan nada mengancam dia bilang, "Nanti aku bilangin sama papa lho, pacarnya papa jahat, mama galak."
Trus anak2 naposo di sebelah kita yg denger ancaman itu jd pada ngakak tertahan.
Trus gue jawab, "Bilangin aja, itu kan pacar mama, pasti ntar belain mama."
Dan anak2 naposo pada ngikik lagi...

Minggu lalu pas bongkar lemari mau kasih sumbangan baju layak pakai ke korban gempa padang - via gereja, gue nemu baju yg gue beli waktu masih kuliah dan masih muat dan mau gue pake ke gereja, eh helena bilang gini:
"Jangan dipake, Ma, itu buat aku aja, nanti kupake waktu kuliah. Baju2 mama buat aku aja kan bisa dipake jadi mama nggak usah beli baju aku lagi nanti."

Ya ampun, kadang2 anak gue ini kalo ngomong bikin trenyuh deh...

Trus tadi malam, gak ada angin gak ada ujan, tiba-2 dia nanya, "Jadi pacarku siapa sih, Ma? Nico atau Timo?"
"Terserah kamu," gue bilang.
"Mama aja deh yang pilihin..."
"Jangan dong, pilih sendiri aja."
"Tapi menurut Mama siapa yang cocok buat aku?"
"Dua-duanya cocok, tapi terserah helen..."
"Ah, aku maunya Mama aja yang milihin."
"Nggak boleh gitu, kan itu pacar helen..."
"Ah, mama aja deh...'
"..."
Dan bapaknya hanya mengernyit sambil membaca koran, mendengar percakapan yang 'aneh' itu, hahaha...

Beberapa hari lalu, sebelum tidur, dia curhat:
"Ma, masa aku pernah lihat mbak puji sayang2in Evan (adeknya). Kan nggak boleh, Ma, mbak puji kan mbaknya aku, mbaknya Evan kan mbak Tri, mbak puji kan mestinya sayang2in aku aja, tapi mbak puji malah sukanya marahin aku..."

Dan gue jawab, "Mbak puji sama mbak tri tuh mbak nya Helen sama Evan, sama2 sayang Helen dan Evan, kan kalo mbak sayang sama adek, helen mesti seneng juga, kan evan itu adeknya helen kan? mbak puji marah kalo helen nggak mau makan kan?"

Tadi siang kolokannya kumat, "Nggak mau makan pisang, nggak suka, nggak enak..."

Si mbaknya bingung dan bilang, "Biasanya juga suka, katanya enak, gimana mau cantik kulitnya kalau malas makan buah..."

Dan dia pun nangis2 gak jelas, sampe akhirnya gue kehabisan segala jurus bujukan, akhirnya mengancam nggak ngajak dia jalan2 kalo tdk mau makan.
Dan helena pun bilang, "Iya, aku mau makan, tapi Mama peluk aku dulu..."

Aduh, banyak maunya anak gue ini, Apa iya gue sekolokan itu wkt kecil ya? rasanya enggak...

Trus, dia lagi freak banget sama lip gloss, dikit2 dia buka beuty case gue dan ambil lip gloss dan ngaca2.
"Masih mengkilap gak, ma, bibirku?"
bahkan di mobil, bolak-balik ngaca lewat spion sampe papanya nanya, "Dia lagi make apaan sih?"
"Lip gloss," gue jawab, "Anakmu lagi centil tuh."
Mungkin kebanyakan nonton film remaja di disney channel, jadi suka dandan, pusing juga, serba salah kalo gak pasang indovision, dia akan nonton sinetron, di indovision dia nonton hannah montana atau high school musical, etc.

Betapa cepat gede-nya anak2 kecil jaman sekarang...

Wisdom

Please teach me
how to see distinctly

grant me wisdom
to see the truth

cause I'm so blind
like Samson on Delilah's hand
cause I'm so weak
like King David in front of Betseba
(like Samson Betawi without armpit (bulu ketiak) hehehe...)

so many things to be learned
so many words to digest
so many problems to solve
so many kind of creature to face
so many works to be done

when a brain is not that sharp to analyze everything
all you need is a heart and mind
and wisdom from above
like King Solomon
between two women who fought for a baby

so teach me, God...
and let me pass the lesson.

Still ...

This man sitting in front of me.
We're having dinner.
Or, you may call it supper, more exactly.
He said he's starving, and I'm hungry.
That's the closest place we can get.
Not a romantic place.
Not even air conditioned room.
Only a small, crowded, a little bit dirty place, close to the road.

He asked me, how's my day.
I said it's getting bad, the job is getting crazy, the client is getting more annoying.
I sighed that the room is hot, and I tied up my hair.
I said I need tissue and he called the waiter quickly.
He asked me about the kids at home which I checked by phone everyday.
And we laughed while talking about them.
Then I said my drink is too hot, I need ice, and he called the waiter promptly.
So I drank my lemon juice.
For a moment we're both silent.
It suddenly reminds me our first date in Sudirman area
long time ago.

Still the same.
He still the same guy, who cares a lot.
We're married years ago.
And still feel the same way.
That I cant live a single day without him.

Night is getting darker when we're walking to the parking lot.
I still feel the hot weather.
I still feel the bad day.
But,
I still feel as the happiest person in the world
while we're on the way home.

Unconditionally

Hanya Engkau
Yang bisa
Menerima semua cacat-celaku
Membuka tangan untuk semua rapor merahku
Menutup mata untuk semua kepalsuan dan kemunafikanku
Membuka pintu untuk tubuh teler fana dan aroma kemabukan duniawiku

Ampunilah…
For so many times I tried to cheat You
Over and over I tried to ignore You
Tak bosan-bosan kucoba menguji cintaMu

I pretend You’re not there
I treat You like You’re nobody to me
I don’t call or say Your name
I even mengingkari namaMu
I pretend You don’t know what I’m doing
I pretend that I’m not Yours

The disgusting me

mengkhianatiMu
sungguh memicu adrenalin
menarik, menantang dan melenakan

menyakiti hatiMu
sungguh mudah, mulus dan tanpa hambatan
sungguh manis dan meninabobokan

menduakanMu
sungguh menggoda dan menggiurkan

sebab Engkau
sungguh baik
terlalu baik
sungguh setia
terlalu setia
sungguh mencinta
terlalu mencinta
tak layak bagi manusia bejat sepertiku
too much for
a wretch like me.

You never even ask,
’How dare you did this to Me?’
‘Why did you do this to Me?’
‘What else in the world I wouldn’t do for you to cause you do such things to Me?’

But You’re silent.
Keep silent.
Still silent.

Yet
I saw You’re crying.
I know You’re crying.
I heard You’re crying.
I believe You’re crying.
I feel You’re crying.

What are You crying for?
Me?
What am I to You?
Am I that special to You?
Why?
Why do you love me that much?
So much that I sometimes couldn’t understand with my idiot brain?
Why?

Just know, You said
Just know,
That I love you.
That’s all you need to know.

Only You
Could love me
Unconditionally.
Tak bersyarat.

How am I ever gonna runaway from You again?

Dating

Yesterday, helena was sick, so when I said I'll go shopping without her, she protested.
"I wanna come," she said.
"No, you get some rest, its only Mom and Pap will go." I said.
"Why only both of you? Are you going to have a date?" she asked.
Me and the maids were laughing instantly.
"Yeah, that's a good idea, since you were born, we almost never dated again," I answered.

Then Helena go to find her Dad sleeping and awakened him.
"Pap, go have a date with Mom, hurry! Wake up!" she said.
"What...?" answered Dad still sleepy.
"Go shopping with Mom, both of you, like a date." said Helena.
And later Pap woke up.
"So, you're not coming with us?' teased Dad to helena.
"No, go both of you, have a nice date." answered Helena.
She acted like a mature person who understand the situation well.
Pap and me were laughing all the way.

When we returned at night, she already welcome us in front of the door.
"How's the date?" she asked.
Hahaha, I cant help laughing to watched her style in asking that question. she can make me forget that she's just 5 years old! her action just like a big girl, just like my Mom, OMG! hahaha...

Last week, in 'the sunday school', she learned this song.
"Nabi Nuh dan istrinya, tiga anak lakinya, tiga anak mantunya, masuk dalam bahtera, lalu hujan turunlah, hujan lebaY turunlah, hujan lebaY turunlah, delapan orang selamat."

"I can count well, Mom," she showed off to me. "They're 8 persons on the ship."
"Yes, but your song is uncorrect a bit, It's hujan lebaT, not lebaY." I corrected, but she insisted to use that word, LEBAY.
"Do you know what LEBAY means?" I asked while holding my smile back.
"Hujan LEBAY turunlah," she answered while singing, ignoring me.
"It's LEBAT, Honey, not LEBAY," I repeated.
"LEBAY sounds more fun, Mama," she answered, and I gave up. Its sounds funny, actually.
"Just dont sing like that in the church," I said.

Lebay oh lebay...
My daughter oh my daughter...
(-:

Papa versus Jonas Brothers Band

One day, helena asked,
"Mom, who you prefer, Papa or Jonas Brothers?"
I think a while and answered, "Papa."
"Why?" helena asked. "Dont you think Jonas Brothers more handsome?"
"Yes, "I said, "But Papa is my lover."
"If I were you, I'll choose Jonas Brothers," said Helena again.
"Well, Jonas Brothers might not choose me," I answered.
"Yeah, he chose Hannah Montana already," said Helena. "She's so beautiful, I wanna be like her."

And when Papa came home, helena said:
"Papa pretends to be like Jonas Brother, and Mama as Hannah Montana, you're good couple, and I'm your daughter. I would be so happy."
Papa was just laughed.

And this week I promise to take her to watch Hannah Montana movie. Well, a kid have rights to have some idols, rite? Even sometimes I am afraid that she's growing faster than her age, she is just 5, you know!

Guess. Even sometimes she's so annoying, I can not get angry to this kid, my daughter. How can I angry to her, when I get back from work, she will offer to massage me, and said, "Mom, you look tired, I will massage your shoulder. You want some water?"

Or when I call her at home, from my office, she will sing a song for me. This is her favourite:
"Mommy my love, how, how are you...(etc)... I love you and I love you endlessly..."

She is also sometimes so generous to her brother, Evan, teach him this song:
"Head and shoulder, kneel, and toes, kneel and toes, and the eye and the mouth and the ear and the nose, head and shoulder kneel and toes knnel and toes..."

The nice part is, that she's so eager to teach her borther, but the scary part is, she insisted to move her brother body while singing that song, sometimes almost force Evan to move his body parts as the song order, off course Evan felt uncomfort and even able to make him cry.

Evan hobby, is now crawls everywhere. We have to close the door of the bathrooms, since thats his favourite spots. he likes water, just like his sister. well, this is might be a genetic factor, hehehe.
Other hobby is to give us a pull to follow him walk fast around the house. So exhausting. He walk so fast that sometimes we cant follow and scared if he'll fall.

Last weekend, helena was in her grandma's home and called. Papa picked up the phone and smiled when handed over the horn to me, "Helena," he said.
"Whats up?" I said in the phone. Wonder why she doesnt talk to her Papa.
"Mom, can I go to mall with aunty?"
"Sure," I said, "But dont bother aunty, promise? Be a nice kid, OK?"
"Promise," she said.

And when they returned home, I was a little bit curious why they came back that soon.
And then I heard helena's reason, " I asked Aunty to go home soon, cause I'm afraid Papa will get angry if I go out too long. Papa is the one who likes to be angry to me. That's why when I called from opung's house, I said I wanted to talk with Mom because I am afraid Papa wont give permission."

HAHAHAA... And we laughed. Apparently Papa is not at home.
"Papa only get angry if you go out to play with your friends without asking our permission," I said.

And when Papa returned from the church at the nite, I told him. And we laughed. We both always laughed when talking about her acts.
"She's getting critical of everything."

Well, I guess, that's one of the best part of being parents.

Betapa nikmatnya masa kecil

Betapa nikmatnya masa kecil
tak ada kuatir, risau dan pilu,
yang ada hanya bubur, susu dan lagu.
betapa indahnya masa kanak-kanak,
makan tidur bangun main dan berlari,
semua berwarna, semarak, gempita
seolah besok tak ada duka,
dan semua orang berlomba mencium dan memelukmu.

betapa cepatnya masa kecil berlalu
sebentar saja anak yang yang di rahimmu sudah melompat dari gendonganmu
tak mampu kau kejar dengan kaki letihmu
tak kuat kau rengkuh lagi dengan lengan rentamu
tak betah lagi dengan peluk cium dekap elusmu
tak rindu lagi dengan dongeng pengantar tidurmu.

betapa cepatnya waktu berjalan
kemarin adalah masamu kanak-kanak
hari ini masamu beranak
besok adalah masa milik sang anak.
yang kau punya hanya hari ini
bersama semua harap, doa dan mimpi
dan belai ciummu ketika anak-anakmu tertidur pulas di pelukmu.

But You Are Not

when other man is looking for money
you are not
when others looking for fame
you are not
when others looking for prestige
you are not
when others looking for crown
you are not.

for others, talk is cheap
but you are not

your silence is gold
your smile is wisdom
your words is courage
your action is example

you're different
and I love you so.

when others put their eyes on this material world
you are not.
you only have eyes for His glory.

and that's what I love most about you.

(for my love of a lifetime, MARTUA)

Want a big brother

Suddenly, Helena said this:
"Mom, it's better if Evan born before me, I want a big brother, not younger."
"Why?" I asked.
"My friends had big brothers and it looks great. I wanna be a younger sister, not the oldest one."
This is remind me of my textbook in campus, the story about a little girl in japan who wants to be a younger sister, not the oldest.
Then I said, "You have lots of big brothers, your cousins, rite?"
"Still different," she said.
And I dont know what else to say.
She's right anyway, I agree with her.
Being a youngest in my family, I feel so great and enjoy to have bigger brothers and sisters.
But soon, I hope, she will understand, that all the things are happens for a reason.
And there should be good reason, kid!

Enjoy being 'boru panggoaran', honey!

Salon gratis gue

-story 1-

Berhubung sebagai orangtua yang punya semacam keinginan unik untuk jadi orang pertama yang memotong rambut anak sendiri, terjadilah hal di bawah ini.

Dulu, rambut helena, anak gue yg pertama, pertama kali dipotong oleh gue dan suami secara berkolaborasi, dan hasilnya...? Yah gitu deh.
Pernah waktu kita lagi nunggu di ruang tunggu Hospital Cinere pas mau imunisasi, ada bule di sebelah gue bilang gini :"How old your son?"
Gubrakkkk!!!
"Ah, she's a girl, I'm sorry," kata dia buru2, begitu ngeliat anting di kuping Helena.
Itulah saking pangkasan rambut yang kami lakukan padanya!

Nah. Sejak lahir, kan rambut anak gue yg kedua, Evan, belum pernah dipotong tuh, sampe ultah yg pertama, kecuali potongan secara simbolik dari tulangnya waktu ngasi ulos.
Nah, berhubung udah panjang dan gue belum sempat bawa ke salon, dan berhubung bapaknya gak sempet mulu, suami gue suruh gue gunting aja. Mundur2 terus tuh sampe akhirnya suatu hari sabtu, gue lagi gak ada kerjaan. Nah, gue pikir ini mungkin saat yg tepat.
Sebenarnya gue kan takut potong rambutnya, soalnya gue gak pede urusan cukur-mencukur. tapi gue pikir harus dipotong. Ya dipotonglah. The worst case, kalau ancur, ntar bawa ke salon.
Nah, pas mau potong, mendadak gue kayak demam panggung gitu.
Helena aja gue cuma berani potong poni, itupun suka nggak rata, dan akhirnya ke salon juga.
Nah akhirnya gue potong, dengan modal sok pede aja.

Pas guntingan pertama aja, udah kayak gigitan tikus.
Ditambah Evan kan gak mau diem tuh, pas gue gunting "sreeeettt", dia menoleh, langsung miring deh tuh guntingan gue, trus para pembantu gue ngakak,
gue minta pembokat gue megangin dia lagi biar diem, trus gue gunting lagi rambutnya, sreeeetttt! eh dia menggeleng lagi, miring lagi tuh rambut. kali ini helena juga ikutan ngakak.

"Wah gawat nih, rambutmu udah compang-camping gini, dek," gue bilang. ini harus beres sebelum papa pulang ktr, otherwise nambah lagi satu org di rumah yg akan menertawakan gue. dan jgn sampe ntar oppungnya stop by dan melihat model rambut evan, bisa gawat ! hehehe.

nah dgn pertimbangan drpd makin ancur tuh potongan rambut anak gue yg ganteng itu, akhirnya gue putuskan menunggu evan tidur aja dulu, biar gak gerak2 pas gue gunting rambutnya. walah, udah kayak kisah samson, tunggu tidur dulu biar dicukur. jadi proses pencukuran ini berlangsung sejak jam 8 pagi sampe hampir jam 12.

nah evan udah tidur nih, trus gue siap2 dong mau nyukur lagi.
gue taruh gunting di kepalanya, dan gue siap2 menggerakkan gunting.
baru aja mau gunting, tiba2 kepala evan gerak!
refleks gue tarik tuh gunting. serem juga kalo sampe dia kena gunting dan terluka.
gue tunggu lagi sampe dia terlihat lelap.
gue coba gunting lagi.
eh, kepalanya gerak lagi!
waduh, evaaaannnn... (gue mulai desperate)...
kalo gerak2 terus kapan kelarnya mama gunting rambutmu, Nak?!

Akhirnya gue nemu cara baru (ceileee...).
gue gunting tanpa pake sisir, jd dia gak berasa ada sesuatu yg nempel di kepala.
dan bener, dia diam aja.
dan gue pun cepat2 gunting sana-sini. CRET SRET SROT SRET...
gaya gue udah kayak helena aja guntang-gunting kertas, tanpa pola.
pas gue miringin kepala evan untuk gunting bagian kapala sebelahnya, pembokat2 gue ngakak lagi.
oke deh, emang masih berantakan, mbak. tenang aja deh...

nah gue cukur lagi bagian kepala sebelahnya. cret sret srot srettttt...
beres.
gue amati dulu hasil cukuran gue. Evan masih tidur. gue foto bentar, ntar buat kenang2an.
pembokat2 gue masih ngakak.
helena juga bingung. "Kok jadi gitu sih Ma rambut adek...?"
Sejurus gue pun tersadar bahwa emang mungkin gue gak berbakat jadi tukang salon.

Tapi kan bukan gue kalo give up secepat itu.
Gue potong lagi, gue cukur lagi, gue gunting lagi. Sampe udah tipis. yang penting tidak sampe botak dah.
Bahkan gue bikin sebentuk garis di atas kuping, gaya cowok2 keren yg suka terlihat di MTV tuh. Nah, so far gue udah cukup puaslah dgn hasil potongan gue.
Pembantu2 gue udah nggak ngakak2 lagi, tapi masih senyum2 tertahan.
"Gimana, udah rapi belum?" gue tanya.
Nggak ada yg berani jawab.
Gawat. Gue jadi nggak pede.

Gue potong lagi, sampe udah tinggal setengah centi kali tuh rambut evan. Ceritanya gue makin bikin gaya crew cut, model Tom Cruise waktu main di film 'Born on 4th of July' (???).
Dan gue pun berhenti pas udah sadar bahwa rambut evan udah gak cukup panjang lagi untuk dipotong.
"Cukup, kali Bu," kata pembokat gue. Akhirnyaaaa. Mungkin dia takut kalo sampe Evan gue bikin plontos.

Nah, baru aja kelar gunting2, tiba2 yg gue kuatirkan pun terjadilah!!!
Tiba-tiba mertua dan adek ipar gue muncul di depan rumah, terdengar manggil2.
"Helenaaaaaaaaa. Evaaaaaaannnnnnnn...."
"Oppung!!" jerit Helena sambil buka pintu.
"Halo Helena. Halo Evan. Lha,....! Rambutnya kenapAAAA?!" tanya mertua gue begitu melihat evan.
Pembokat2 gue pada ngakak lagi.
Gue speechless.
"Kenapa nggak dibawa ke salon aja?" tambah mertua gue lagi setelah melihat gunting di tangan gue dan bekas potongan rambut evan di lantai.
"Ah, tapi nggak apa-apa kok, emang model rambut cowok ada yang model begini kok," kata mertua lagi setelah meneliti rambut Evan secara seksama. Pasti yang dimaksud adalah garis yang gue bentuk di atas kuping. "Nah gini dong, mendingan gini drpd kemaren, anak cowok emang rambutnya mesti pendek."

Gue lega, dikit.
Sorenya Papa pun pulang kantor.
Gue diam aja sebelum mendengar komentar doi.
Ternyata, "Bagus kok," kata bekas pacar gue itu.
Iya iyalah, kalo dikritik bisa loe bayangin kan apa yg akan terjadi, hehehe..

Nah besoknya kita ke rumah adik ipar gue, arisan.
Semua orang langsung ngeliat dong rambut Evan yang tadinya gondrong mendadak pendek!
Ipar gue yg cowok bilang gini, "Rambut Evan dipotong di salon anak2 ya, Inang bao?"
Hahaha... gue ngakak. "Kayak dipotong di salon ya?"gue tanya, pura2.
Yang lain juga nanya hal yg sama.
"Itu potongnya di salon Mama Helena," gue jawab sambil ngakak.
Akhirnya ada juga yg menganggap hasil cukuran gue 'made in salon', hahahaha...
Not bad, not bad.

So... Ada yang mau gue cukur gratis???
Tapi mungkin mesti kayak Samson ya, dicukur sembari tidur, hahahaha...
Serasa Delilah deh gue....


-story two-

Kemarin di pesta, sambil nungguin helena boker di toilet, helena nanya gini:
"Orang miskin itu duitnya dikit ya Ma?"
Iya, gue jawab.
"Kalo orang kaya, duitnya banyak?"
Iya, gue blg.
"Kalo kita, miskin apa kaya?" tanya helen lagi.
Ehmmm, sedang, jawab gue. nggak tega bilang miskin, hehehe.
"Sedang itu artinya apa, Ma?"
Gue agak malas jelasin, tp helena langsung jawab sendiri.
"Sedang itu kalo miskin digabung sama kaya ya, Ma?"
"Iya," gue setuju saja. "Udah belum, bokernya?"
"Kenapa kita sedang, Ma? kenapa tidak kaya aja?" tanya helen lagi..
Ampun deh.
Pluk pluk pluk. Bunyi pup helen terdengar lagi.
Gue memencet flush.
"Mama cantik deh," kata helen.
"Iya, iya, ayo cepetan bokernya," jawab gue.
"Ma, kapan dong kita ke ancol?"
Ya elaaaa... anak gue ini.
Ada-ada aja....

KUTUNGGU

menunggu
me-nung-gu
m-e-n-u-n-g-g-u

hingga merah berubah jingga
hingga darah berubah ungu
hingga nanah berubah pekat
hingga luka berubah hitam

menunggu
bagai tetesan air di pasir gurun
bagai kafilah terhadap oase

menunggu
walau sungguh
rapuh
trenyuh
dan terjatuh

akan kutunggu
hingga kutahu
itu semua bukan hanya
sebuah
fatamorgana.

Bapaknya Papa

I dont remember exactly,
entah sejak kapan, maybe an year ago, sejak ngerti sedikit soal 'silsilah' keluarga,
helena likes to say this kind of sentence.

Seperti tadi, pas telpon bunyi, Helen angkat dan ternyata dari oppung doli-nya, dan kita dengar dia bilang di telpon:
"Ya oppung? Iya, udah pulang. Oppung mau ngomong apa?"
Me and hubby stared each other and smiled.

and then Helena called, "Pap, telepon nih, dari bapaknya Papa."
And the Papa pick the phone up, and said, "OK."

Good news! Ada sodara dari Papua datang bawa duren, dan kita disuruh datang untuk ngambil! Cihuy! Sering2 aja.
Soon after that, Helen and Pap went on foot to her grandpa home, and brought back the duren.
Nyam nyam nyam... So tasty. So smelly, hehehe,,,

Once, when we're in the church, I asked helen to go forward to ask car key to her papa during sunday service.
"Ah, Mama aja yang minta kan itu pacar Mama," helen said.

Pernah juga, pas oppungnya main ke rumah dan kita suruh helen antar sampai gerbang, helen said, "Papa aja yang antar, Papa kan anaknya oppung."

Hahaha...

Yang agak 'critical' dengan helen adalah, jika dia kritis yg menyangkut soal fisik.
Pernah dia bilang gini ke oppung boru-nya:
"Kok hidung oppung pesek sih, padahal hidung aku sama Papa kan mancung, padahal kan oppung kan mamanya Papa."

Nah kalo udah soal itu, gua gak ikut2 deh.
Speechless...

Note: Oppung doli=kakek, oppung boru=nenek

(-:

Blackberry? No, thanks!

When Helena celebrated her 5th birthday, I asked her, what kind of present she expected. She said, handphone.
No, I said. You're too small to have your own cellphone.
Then her Pap planned to buy CDMA phone for his personal, and it crossed to my mind to buy helena one, because the price is low, and communicating between the CDMA is free of charge. But I dont buy it yet. Maybe later.

And then we go to ITC, (also one of the maid wanted to buy new handphone for herself). We saw several types of HP and once my hubby said, "Look, blackberry's price decreased already, dont u wanna buy?"
I answered, "No."
Why?
Why should I? I dont really need it.

Three functions I needed most in a cellphone are:
1. Communication
2. Camera/Video
3. Radio/Music

I heard Blackberry type is not reccomended for picture quality. And for email, I'm able to be online at home and office anytime. So why should I use blackberry, just because it's now happening? Furthermore, I use public transportation everyday, and once lost my HP, stolen by the thief on the bus. I dont wanna lose any expensive HP nomore.
Such a waste.

Next week Helena's school will be on vacation. From long time ago, Helena already asked to go to the beach or waterboom.
I said waterboom is too big for her, and we'll find the smaller one.
She protested, "But, Mom, You or Papa can hold me while sliding, rite?"
"Yes, but the water is too deep. I cant swim, you know."
She was just knitting her face, tried to understand.
I know she is just too excited because she watched the advertisement of disneyland too much on the television.

Talking about swimming, last time when we're on the swimming pool at the housing area, I was a little bit surprised to realize that I was the only mature woman who wore swimming suit, I mean, the "open" clothes. I saw that other women even wore the closed "moslem" swimming suits, no wonder the expatriates alias bule2 gendut who's swimming with us keep on looking at me. Or it's just my feeling, hahaha...
Tau gitu gue pake celana pendek sama tank top aja deh, hehehe. Rugi rasanya 'buka2an' di depan umum, sendirian pula, udah kayak exhibition...

Yesterday, is the first time helena put her signature, on the registration of her next class. She was so excited and proud and happy to do the signature, like she were a big and important person, hahaha... "Mana, Ma, dimana aku tanda tangannya...?" she asked. She put her signature, which is her name written in small character. So amusing.

And guess what, on the registration form, there's a column to be filled:
'Student's cellphone number'.
Hah! So intimidating. No wonder Helena asked me to buy her HP, since her friends already had.
Come on, she's just five years old...!

What a circumstance influence!

Promise to a kid

Helena said, one day,
"Mom, 'RET' means merah, also means tikus. Why does it have to be same word?"
"Same reading way but different writing," I answered. "RED and RAT."

And yesterday, when I came home late, I found her slept and her body was warm.
I called her few hours before and also asked the maid what's a matter, and the maid said nothing happened.
I believe something has happened that made her body suddenly hot, and finally guessed maybe it's just because of the hard rain today.
Then I gave her medicine, changed her clothes, and wrapped her with blanket.

She felt better, not so long after that, and she said wanna watch TV while waiting Pap come home, there's Barney show.
Helena then told me that tomorrow she will be a leader for UPACARA sekolah, as a conductor for Indonesia Raya song and PANCASILA reading.
She even surprised me by mentioning the five pasal of Pancasila exactly! she memorize it well! WOW.

Then, there's a confession. Unexpectedly.
"Mom, will u promise not to be angry if I tell you the truth, that I was playing in Hana's swimming pool this afternoon."
Oh. I knew it. No wonder she got cold suddenly, since, when I called her in the afternoon, she was just fine and cheer up. I thought she played under the rain.
"I promise. But promise me not to do such things nomore, ok?" I replied. "See, when you do something like that, it's bad, and you became sick. After all, please be honest to tell me everything ok? Please ask my permittion before going out, or do something risky, ok?"
"OK, Mom," she said, relief. "And please dont tell Papa, ok?"
I said OK. And then she went to bed.
Few hours later, Pap is came home, and I told him all.
"Please dont tell her about this, somehow she told me honestly," I said.
Pap is just laughed.

But this morning, when I was taking bath, I heard Pap voice from outside of the room.
"Helen, I heard that yesterday you played on water, is that true?"
And I panicly yell out from the bathroom. "PAAAP, DONT TALK ABOUT THAT, PLEASEEEE!!!!"

And after that I hear no more my hubby's voice talking 'bout that matter. He might be only keceplosan. How could he forgot my word last nite. I am afraid it will make Helen dont trust me nomore.
Then I heard my hubby said, "Mom said that today you'll lead the kids in upacara bendera. I wanna hear about pancasila, can you mention them to me?"
And reliefly I heard Helena mentioned Pancasila's and rehearsed the way that she will become a conductor.
Even I can't see from the bathroom, I can imagine her gesture, she just swaying her hands up and down like a fan.
Hahaha.

Moral of the story is, please keep your promise, even to a child!

Mountain

last week, suddenly Helena used this word a lot.
"MANDIRI"
when we're otw back home from mall, when I warned her to have bath, she said suddenly:
"Sure, I will. Aku kan sudah 5 thn, aku harus mandiri."
all of us laughed and stared to each other and holding our smile.
"Emang mandiri itu apaan, sayang?" I asked, and my hubby smiled.
"Makan sendiri, mandi sendiri, pake baju sendiri, sekolah sendiri. ntar mbak gak usah anter aku sekolah lagi."
really? again me and hubby stared to each other.
"Who told u that?" i asked again.
"Miss, at school, after my birthday," she answered.
"Really, you'll be mandiri? makan sendiri and mandi sendiri from now on?" i asked.
"Sure," helena answered.
"good, lets see."
and the days after, when I called her from office, she said she wore he clothes by herself.
Good, I said.
but, others still the same. takes time, I guess.

today, when we're watching television, she saw the advertisement of MOUNT TEA beverage.
I want it, she shouted.
Later, we'll buy, I said.
and I asked, "Do you know whats that words meaning, 'mount' tea?"
suddenly helena started to think, and start singing.
"I will follow Him..."
When I follow her song, she asked me to be silent. i dont get what she's doing.
she continued singing...
"I will follow Him wherever He may go, there isnt a mountain too ..."
And then she shouted!
"Mountain!"
Oh God! I was shocked and amazed! i just realized that she's trying to memorize that vocabulary, mount, by remembering the song.
"Mountain, Mom, not mount," she said. "I know mountain, not mount. means gunung, right?"
I try to explain, but I felt glad for her.

Story moral is:
One best way to memorize vocabulary is by memorizing song lyrics.

Berlaku utk semua bahasa, I think.
Bahasa batak juga. jd kalo mau makin fasih, sering2 aja nyanyi lagu di buku ende. hehehe.

Helena's third trophy

Finally we were there.
The singing competition on family gathering at Helena's school.
You know, if this is not about Helena, I'll surely say no to participate, moreover Helen's Pap also couldn't participate since he has to go to work, on saturday!

The most ridiculous things happened this morning. We woke up and I forgot that today's the day of the singing contest. I thought it's still next week. So I relaxed like other saturday morning, lay down with my son watching baby TV and just realized it when Papa asked why I didnt get shower yet, and I said why should I,
and Helen said:
'because today we'll sing in my school'.

Oh my God, Oh my God...
Thats all I can say.
It's already 7 am and I haven't take bath or breakfast, and the contest will be started at 7.30.

Panicly I rushed to do everything like 'kesetanan', and I did it, get ready at 7.20, and we rushed to the school. We arrived there 7.35! And guess what!!!!

We are the first participant who came!

Great! So sweet!
What a morning. A fast and furious morning of mine.

Like the other singing competition (at the church, see my last post), we didn't practised/rehearsed it properly. Only once yesterday, singing together, me and helena, and haven't prepare the choreograph yet. I dont know where was my mind, I thought it's still next week so I thought we still have ample time to do preparation. So stupid mom!

And because Helena was so eager to get the trophy, I was so scared that she would fail, and this time I keep praying that God will grant her/us the trophy, even though it's only juara harapan tiga or something, I mean, the least 'll be just fine for me. I was so worry that Helen will be disappoint if she couldnt get the trophy.

And as we performed, we only shows the simple choreograph and Helen's voice wasn't too loud because there was no microphone usage. That made me sure we wont win the contest.
But after watched all participants (12 teams), I was a bit sure we'll get the trophy, although maybe not the first until third place.

After the contest, when coffee break, Helena goes forward and trying to pick up the trophy which is lying on the table.
"No, no," I said, "Dont touch them."
"I want to be number one," Helena said.
"Later, later, wait please..." I said.
And the worries attacked me again.
Please God, please... Please give her one... Pleaseeee...

And when the time comes, the judge calls for the winners.
I'm waiting in harap-harap cemas...
Juara harapan tiga and dua already called. And I still hope we'll get the third place.
But, then the judge called for NUMBER 7!
That's our team number.
I run to find Helena who's playing jigsaw with her friends on the side of the school.
She run to realize that she'll get the trophy.
Thank God, I said silently. Felt relief.
Juara harapan satu is not that bad.

Helena received the trophy and said proudly to her friend, "Gue dong juara harapan satu."
And her friend replied, "Aku juara tiga!"
And I whispered to Helena's ears, "Sayang, kita juara empat. Juara harapan satu itu artinya juara empat."
And Helena looked at my eyes protested.
"Kan juara satu, Ma..."
"Juara Harapan satu, Sayang. Harapan satu. Juara tiga lebih tinggi daripada juara harapan satu."
And she showed her disappointment expression.

"Kapan ada lomba lagi, aku mau dapat piala lagi," said Helena later after the contest over.
"Later," I answered.
"When, when, when..." that's all she said, almost makes me crazy.

OMG. I'm afraid she's gonna be a trophy addict.

What a day. A fast and furious day.Kayak judul film aja.
I mean today selain fisik, jantung gue juga ikut marathon.

But that's alright.
Helena finally got her third trophy.

Thank God!

Still like a teenager

Lagi2 soal helena.
waktu ada pesta bona taon sianipar, helena kan nanya, itu pesta apaan, trus kita jawab, pesta sianipar.
spontan dia bilang:
"Kalo gitu mama nggak usah ikut, kan mama situmorang. yg ikut sianipar2 aja: papa, helen, evan."
langsung gue sahutin, "Oke, mama gak ikut ya, mama mau ke mal aja."
langsung deh helena protes. "Gak boleh. helen mau ikut ke mal."
mendengar kata 'mal' baginya tentu lebih menarik daripada mendengar kata 'sianipar', hahaa...

yang ini soal evan.
beginilah nasib seorang ibu.
dia paling doyan gigit jari orang.
udah berapa kali gue malam2 terbangun dan menjerit karena jari gue tiba-tiba digigit. dan tebak siapa pelakunya?
bukan, bukan edward cullen yg jd vampir ganteng di film twilight.
tapi anak gue, si evan yang sedang doyan menguji ketajaman gigi2nya.
itu adalah salah satu caranya membangunkan gue malam2.
betapa unik caranya kan? hehehe.
pernah juga siang hari pas gue gendong dia, tiba2 dia gigit pipi gue dan gue jerit sampe tetangga pada noleh.
buset deh, bukan kissing yg tenderly didapet, malah gigitan yg bikin pipi gue sampe biru agak lama.
nasiiiib... nasibbb...

ini soal gue.
hari minggu kmrn kan ephorus hkbp dtg ke gereja kita, trus para penatua dan istri kan menjamu makan, lalu kita dikenalin satu persatu (suami-istri).
pas giliran memperkenalkan suami, kepala greja kita blg gini:
"Ini martua sianipar, sintua naposo membawahi bidang pemuda dan sekolah minggu. dan istrinya boru situmorang, nah itu dia,...?"
gue pun berdiri, karena tpt duduk para istri dan suami berbeda. pas gue berdiri dan mengangguk, eh Sang kepala greja kita bilang lagi, "Masih seperti naposo bulung kan?"
langsung aja semua hadirin pada ngakak pas liat gue berdiri dan dikomentari gitu..
jadi gak pede, abis semua ibu2 lain udah setengah baya sih, pake kebaya semua pula, dan cuma gue yg pake rok dan blouse, dan pake belt pula.

tau gak arti 'naposo bulung'?
artinya: anak remaja / pemuda, gitu deh.

well, not bad juga sih kalo gue dibilang masih seperti anak remaja.
hmmm, awet muda, dong.
or emang masih muda...

still like a teenager...

hmmm...

sounds nice.

(-:

hmmm...

My daily funny life

kira-kira beginilah setiap hari hidup gue dimulai.

pagi kira2 jam 5, anak gue yg masih bayi umur 1thnan, evan, akan bangun (bangunin gue, tepatnya) dan kita akan keluar rumah bentar untuk hirup udara segar, sementara si papa dan helen masih tidur. si mbak yang dua itu udah bangun duluan, satu nyuci, satu masak.

lalu papa dan helena akan bangun, kemudian pada siap2 mandi.
kadang sempet sarapan atau sarapan di mobil, sebelum berangkat, evan dan helen akan ikut naik mobil sama kita sampe sblm pintu gerbang kompleks, dan dijemput mbak2nya untuk dibawa balik ke rumah,dan biasanya kita berdoa di mobil sblm keluar parkiran.
yang paling sering berdoa pagi di mobil adalah helena. format doanya juga sama, "berkatilah papa-mama kerja, helen sekolah sama mb puji, evan di rmh sama mb ida".

itu adalah jadwal jika helena masuk siang. jika helena masuk pagi, jemputan sekolah akan datang jam 6.15, jadi kita akan dadag2in helena dulu sebelum kita berangkat ke ktr, hampir jam 7.

berangkat dgn suami, gue akan melakukan bnyk aktifitas di mobil, mulai sarapan, saat teduh, dandan dan baca koran serta puter2 kaset/radio.

lalu gue akan di-drop di perempatan fatmawati, sebab arah ktr kita beda, gue akan nyambung naik bus. my hubby will kiss my cheek before I leave him in the car.

gue akan memakai music earphone sambil menunggu bus, dan baca buku di bus. sampe ktr biasanya sblm jam 8.30 krn jam ktr mulai jam segitu. kalo sampe ktr sblm jam itu, gue akan buka email bentar lalu mulai kerja kalo udah jamnya.

jam istirahat, kalo habis mkn, paling baca buku, browsing, atau dgr musik, atau tidur atau gosip ama anak2, atau biasanya jumat kita pasti makan di mall sambil cuci mata/shopping.

pulang ktr, pake earphone lagi, naik bus sampe tempat rendezvous dgn suami di dkt fatmawati, kdg sambil belanja atau makan sblm plg ke rmh. abis itu plg ke rmh.

itu jadwal rutin.
kalo si papa mendadak ada meeting dan gak bisa pulang bareng, gue akan naik angkot dan sblm sampe gerbang kompleks gue akan telepon helena dulu krn dia paling suka jemput gue ke gerbang komplek/pos satpam jalan kaki, dan kita akan jalan bareng ke rumah. she really likes that, I wonder why. makanya dia lebih suka gue plg sendiri daripada sama si papa, krn mnrt dia kalo plg sama papa, gue akan lebih malam.

kmrn helen bilang gini: "Papa why dont you buy a car for Mom so she can come home early,"
and the papa answered, "We got three cars here, your mom can chose."
helena confused and ask again, "Where is the car? three cars?"
and then my hubby say, "Look at there, on the top of the television."

My God. me and the maids are laughing loudly.
the car on the TV is evans toys, not a real car.

and then, felt been cheated, helena yelled out, "Papaaaaa....!"

and this morning, while watching television, helen said:
"Mom, why dont you build swimming pool in our house, look at that, I want a home like that," and she showed the advertisement of a hotel in the TV.

"Come on, get real, we're not that rich, kid," i said.
"Papa can work on sunday also, to gain more money," she said, "No problem if papa works everyday as long as mama here at home."

so easy to say that. I wonder where she got that words. my Godness!

betapa susahnya jadi orangtua.
anak gue yg baru umur lima tahun aja sudah begitu, gimana gedenya!
so help me God.
amen.

The Trophy

Kemarin siang, pembantu gue mengirim SMS;
‘Bu, tolong telepon Helena di rumah.’
Wah tumben nih pembantu gue sms, gue pikir dgn setengah panik.
Mana kerjaan gue lagi urgent2nya.
Langsung gue telp. Eh yg ngangkat pembantu yang satu lagi, ktnya Helena lagi ke rumah opung, jd gue telp ke rmh opungnya.
“Mama, aku dapat piala,” teriak Helena di telepon. “Aku juara satu baca puisi.”
Wah, langsung seneng banget gue!
“Selamat ya sayang,” kata gue. Suara Helena kayaknya happy banget. langsung gue sms suami, suruh dia juga telp anaknya.

Jadi di TK nya helena, ada dua pilihan kontes dalam rangka hari kartini, lomba busana daerah sama baca (deklamasi) puisi kartini dalam bhs inggris.
Waktu mau milih lomba ini, gue tanya sama Helena mau yg mana, katanya mau dua2nya, tapi kan harus milih. Nah dgn beberapa pertimbangan, gue dan suami memutuskan mengisi form lomba dgn lomba puisi.

Pertimbangan gue sih sbb:
1. lomba busana, hanya lomba penampilan fisik semata, bukan karya anak, tp karya /kreatifitas orangtua
2. Lomba puisi, adalah lomba anaknya sendiri, sebab dia yg perform dan hapalin teks, jadi lomba yang pake otak, bukan fisik doing
3. Helena udah beberapa hari hapalin puisi dan udah hapal, tinggal improvisasi dikit (leave it to her mother, hehehe)
4. gue sibuk banget selama weekend jd gak sempet beli perlengkapan lomba busana
5. bukan mau sombong, Helena kan udah cakep, mau dipakein apa aja pasti kece, tapi gue gak mau dia berprestasi hanya di bidang fisikal seperti itu

jadi helena hanya kita selempangin ulos dan dipakein rok ulos serta dikuncir dan dikirim lomba ke sekolahnya.

Begitulah, pagi harinya pas kita nyium dia seblm sklh, gue dan suami bilang: “Semoga juara ya...” tanpa tekanan lho. Lebih ke arah memberi semangat dan harapan.

Di teks puisi itu (mgkn ini intinya), ada kalimat “YOU ARE MY TRUE HERO”, dan di bagian ini gue udah ajarin Helena untuk ngacung tangan tinggi dan teriak pas nyebut “hero” nya. Dan pas latihan di rumah, pembantu2 dan suami gue udah ngakak ngeliat gaya dia yg semanga banget. dalam hati gue juga ada feeling dia bakalan juara puisi ini, walau mgkn gak juara satu.

Gue rasa di sekolah juga pasti gaya puisi helena begitu jdnya, bikin ngakak juri dan penonton, hahaha. Trus bagian akhir puisinya adalah kata2 “I WILL REMEMBER YOU FOREVER”, dan helena menaruh jari di kening, trus gue ajarin Helena tersenyum dengan jari ditaruh di kedua pipi denga senyum centil sambil menekuk lutut menunduk kayak angkat rok tanda mau pamitan kayak penari gitu dan bilang “Thank you madam kartini”.

Sebenarnya laki gue sedikit protes, ktnya gue jgn terlalu banyak improvisasi ntar malah Helena lupa. Tapi kan, buktinya bisa tuh, Yang. Hehehe.

Sebelumnya, minggu lalu, dia pulang sekolah dengan muka sedih. Katanya: “Mama, aku nggak juara,” Di sekolahnya ada lomba menghias telor paskah.
“Oh, nggak apa-apa,” gue bilang. “Lain kali mungkin juara.”
Dan gue rasanya trenyuh ngeliat dia begitu. Toh gue dan suami gak pernah nge-push dia mesti juara. Waktu di sekolah minggu gereja juga, gue sengaja nggak ikut lomba design telor paskah sebab kan mestinya itu karya anak2, ternyata yg bikin ya ortu2nya juga, dan tentu saja Helena gak dapat hadiah apa2. nyari telor subuh2 juga dia gak dapat doorprize karena cuma dapat tiga butir.

Jadi mungkin dia udah merasa dua kali lomba dia gak dapat hadiah, jd agak sedih. Syukurlah akhirnya dapat piala kali ini.
Ini jadi piala dia yang kedua. Piala yang pertama adalah dari sekolah minggu 2thn lalu, sebagai murid ter-rajin, sebab absensinya paling rajin sesekolah minggu-nya, dan ter-aktif, hehehe.

Coba tebak ‘ter-aktif’ itu maksunya apa?
Dia paling rajin jawab pertanyaan guru2 sekolah minggu.
Cth, pernah guru nanya:
"Siapa yang suka malas bangun pagi?"
Helena langsung duluan ngacung dan teriak, “AKU…”
“Siapa yang suka marahin kalian di rumah?” Tanya guru lagi.
Helena langsung jawab: “PAPA…” (pdhl papa-nya ada di situ, hahaha,,,)
“Siapa yang mau berdoa?”
“Akuu..” Helena langsung ngacung.
“Siapa yang mau bawain kantong kolekte?”
”Akuu..” Helena langsung maju.
“Siapa yang susah makannya?”
”Akuu…”
“Ada yang tahu artinya ‘roti hidup’?”
Helena langsung jawab, “Tadi pagi aku sarapan pake roti.”
Hwahaha… guru2 pada ngakak.

That’s my daughter.

boyfriend

one day helena asked:
"Mom, what Jesus called His Dad?"
"Bapa," I said. unsure.
"No," she said, "Jesus must use English, He calls FATHER."
I smiled only.

and in the church yesterday, while waiting her father, she played with TImo, one of her favourite friend in church. when I came to watch them while carrying evan on my hand, she yelled and introduced: "Evan, this is Timo, my boyfriend, hahaha..."

and when we're back home, she laughed in the car and said: "Whenever there's Timo, my boyfriend is Timo, but whenever I'm with Nico, Nico is my boyfriend. I can change whenever I want, hahaha."

oh no. my hubby just laughed. and I just stared at her and rounding my eyes.
who taught her that!!!!

OMG!

singing contest

last weeks, our church held singing competition.
it should be for groups, which includes: grandma/pa+parents+children.
actually, in the first place, it was my mom in law who's willing to participate in this competition. she insisted us to participate, and we're OK, for her sake only. and also because my daughter, helena, likes to sing, so we think this is gonna be a chance for her.
but later, my mom in law is chosen to be one of the judge, so she cant join the competition.
and the rules changed, the groups include parents and children only. and this made me worry. I dont want to participate anymore, you know, I am no good in such performance. its better to ask me to speech or pray in front of the audience than singing, (well... except in karaoke room, I mean). I mean, it only three of us to stand there in front of the audience to sing, my hubby, me and my daughter, and its a little bit scary for me, for i think its much more saver if my parents in law included, the more the merrier.

but the grandma already intentionally taught the song to my daughter. we become the representative of our sector. so we cant step back no more.
until last minute, I still try to ask my hubby to cancell our participation. but he said no, for several reasons. i have no self confident at all. i am sure we'll fail.
until the day of the competition, i still dont memorize the lyrics yet and also has no rehearsal with my team.

maybe, just half an hour, before we go to church, the three of us do rehearsal, and helena also, even still cant memorize the song well either, but the only person who still stays calm and confident is my hubby. thats the reason we still go on.

all i have to do is to prepare our costumes. helena and I wear the same type of pink blouse, and matching it with my hubby pink ham. we go to church, and while waiting for the contest to be started, I pray stupidly, hope that we fail this contest, because if we win, we have to perform again in front of all the church attendee next week on sunday service. so scaryyyyy...

and then its our turn. suddenly I feel so calm, no heart beat or nervous, just let it flow, I think. we stand in front of the audience, and helena between me and her pap. i took the mike and gave one to helena, but guess what's happened!

helena suddenly got nervous and refused to sing, and all she did is just hiding behind my skirt, and the only persons who sang is me and my hubby (actually only my hubby sang the sing because I cant help laughed while holding helena behind me).

we've totally messed it up.
and guess, I felt relief.
we lose it actually. we failed.
but I feel relief.

at least we tried.

then, later I asked why helena refused to sing.
she said, she suddenly got nervous to see the audience stared at her.
well I guess its just because we didn't practise it well, because helena get used to sing with her sunday schools friends and never got nervous like this.

or maybe its because of me, hahahaha....

Helena's question

As Helena grows up, maybe since 3 years something, until now, we feel harder to face her critical level.
Once she asked like this.
"Is that true that Jesus arose from dead?"
Me and husband said yes.
And Helena said, "So, uncle justin will also arise from dead?"
Uncle Justin is my brother which already passed away.
We answered, "Yes, someday."
"Why someday? Jesus already did."
Hahaha. So tough to be a parent...
So difficult to answer her questions.

Other time she asked,
"How's Jesus born?"
"From Maria's, just like you from Mom's," my husband answered.
"And who's His father?"
"Jusuf."
"Jusuf Kalla?"

Hahaha...
We laughed loudly.

Kaizen at home

Improvement should be done at home:

1. Helena should eat more fruits and vegetables
2. Helena should drink more water
3. Helena's undersized clothes should be removed
4. Evan's clothes needs new wardrobe
5. Mom's wardrobe should be re-layout
6. Papa should eat more fruits also
7. Mom should take sleeps more
8. Evan has to be brought to inhale sea air
9. Do 'clipping' of the newspaper, then sale the rest of it
10. Home needs new color painting
11. Mom and Evan should take hair cut
12. Helena needs more english songs lyric to memorized
13. Mom should practise more bataknese
14. Papa should take leave once a month in saturday
15. Mom needs to go to salon, manicure-pedicure and body spa
16. Subscribe NHK channel in indovision for Mom?
17. Evan needs new fruits type for snack
18. The maids need haircut
19. Papa's shirt needs new button
20. Helena wants batik clothes that similar with Pap&Mom's
21. Kids toys needs new bigger basket
22. Print out TV channel schedule to monitoring the kids show
23. Call grandma twice a week, at least
24. Morning walks on weekend for the whole family member!!!
25. Helena needs to go to the swimming pool
26. Buy new bigger book shelf
27. Mom (lately never again) make cake/ice cream on weekend
28. Buy grass cutter
29. Reorganize the flowers and plants
30. Papa should fix the tape recorder
31. Mom should spend more time with neighbours
32. Papa should take excercise
33. Papa should fix the window's nut
34. Mom and Helena should sing more often together
35. Papa should take Evan for morning walk often
36. (so many!!!!)

Forever

It's April 14, 2009 now.

I am creating a blog for my family/kids life's journey.
Something to laugh at when they're growing up,
something to read in happiness.

Love you, Martua, my hubby,
love you, Helena, my daughter,
love you, Evan, my son.

Forever,
Mino