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Accidentally (IPSA SMANSA 09)

At the end of July 2013, 31 July 2013. There were some things happened accidentally.

First, I had an intention to fast, but after I got sahur, I’ve got vomit. So, I couldn’t continue my fast and felt sick. Alhamdulillah, it didn’t need a long time to be with the illness. I’ve been bored being sick. –” Finally, I could pray Tarawih at Quba Mosque again with my sister and you know? I met my close friend, Mey. πŸ˜€ That’s amazing. She went there with my family. *ehemm… πŸ˜€ I was shocked. We met in Quba Mosque. πŸ˜€

And the second, after praying in Quba Mosque, my sister (Rini) and I went to Nganganaumala, my grandpa’s house. A few minutes later, there was a calling from Rian. And the conversation like this.

‘Di mana, Ning?’
‘Di Nganganaumala. Bagaimana?’
‘Kita di rumahmu ini.’
‘Siapa-siapa?’
‘Saya, Jane, Eldhy, Vesty, Apil, dll.’
‘Nackal e. Tunggu saya pale. Sa pulang ke rumahmi ini.’
‘Ok. Kita tunggu.’

*Wow. My friends in Senior High School. That’s one of my favorites moment when I have to meet them. Can’t wait to meet them. πŸ˜€ There will happen a craziness between us. πŸ˜€

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Some fried bananas and fried breadfruits, tea, and cola. πŸ˜€

When I arrived at home, no body at my house. Seemingly, Rian cs. still bought some gorengan at Wantiro Hill. While waiting them, I made tea for them. You know, it’s night and had a cool air. Brrrr… Some minutes later, separately Yoko and Sam came first at my house and asked me, ‘Ada acara apa ini di rumahmu, Ning? Ko ulangtahun kah? Saya diSMS mereka datang ke rumahmu.’ And I said that there’s no party here, but maybe they just wanted to gather here. Then, I heard a calling for my name. Wow… The first person I looked at the door was Dewi Mahmuda Amiconi. She’s our MISS IPSA. πŸ˜€ Hahaha… Then, I looked again, Apil, Jane, Vesty, Rian, Eldy, and Fuad. I was happy, happy and happy. I could meet them again. I’m always happy if I must meet them again. πŸ˜€ Thanks, friends. Thanks, IPSA. πŸ˜€ So Wonderfull night… πŸ˜€

In my house, we chatted about our craziness when senior high school. When we started to know CHATTING and many things happened. That’s crazy, guys. πŸ˜€ We had guffaw. Then, Ulian came. Wuiiihh, it became more funny with her story a.k.a. the chronologist of coming her in my house, how she came. AJIB-AJIB. πŸ˜€ Who read this story and know what happened in my house, surely will laugh to remember Ulian and Fuad. Hehehe.

Special thanks to my sister, Rini Anggraini S who wanted to help us for taking our picture like this. πŸ˜€ Unfortunately, my eyes in some pictures like cat’s eyes. Hehehe.

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Gathering. Love it!!!
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Cheersss… πŸ˜€

More? You can look at this slide below. πŸ˜€ Thanks, Allah. :’)

Actually, there are still many friends didn’t come here because they still had some business and some of them didn’t come back yet from their places to study. So sad. But, at least, part of us can gather together. Hope, our friendship will be everlasting. Aamiin. Thanks, Allah.

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At This Lane

A Fiction Story.

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At this lane at the nice afternoon. From your lecturer’s house.

We walk together. You and I walk to the end of lane for waiting my friend to pick me up. We walk simultaneously. Before it, you ask me to let you bring my heavy bag.

You say, “You may not have a heavy bag like this. It is not good for you.” And I just nod. I’m speechless.

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Suddenly, you hold my hand. I feel there is something fun that make me happy with you. Is it sincere from you to do it to me? I nearly shed the tear because of you. I feel it is true. :’)

A love is a story. I think.

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And we walk together, our feet step simultaneously and you and I laugh and smile when looking each other.

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This is nice, darl. πŸ™‚ Do you know? This is my first time to be like this. With you.

Thank you for being my prince.

You bring me to a wonderful place that never I get before.

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While I wait my friend at the end of lane, we chat; tell about the vision, division of your faculty, and about my feeling to you today. “I’m happy. Thank you, darl!” I say before we keep a part. πŸ™‚

A few minutes later, my friend come.

And I must sayΒ ‘Goodbye’Β to you.

But, you just smile and walk in reverse direction, not to look at me when I want to go.

You just leave.

After holding my hand. After accompanying me. After walking together. After steping the feet simultaneously. After you make me smile. After you make me laugh. After you make me happy.

And now, you prefer to choose leaving me.

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I think, this is the end of our love. Just only at this lane. Not in other lanes anymore.

Sometimes, we have to fly, feeling freedom, love, and happiness. But, we don’t forget that we are able to fall in misery. Pain. And we have to rebuild the lost spirit. Alone. With the passage of time.

And this pain tear sheds. We are separated finally.

::The End::

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At This Lane

A Fiction Story.

google.com

At this lane at the nice afternoon. From your lecturer’s house.

We walk together. You and I walk to the end of lane for waiting my friend to pick me up. We walk simultaneously. Before it, you ask me to let you bring my heavy bag.

You say, “You may not have a heavy bag like this. It is not good for you.” And I just nod. I’m speechless.

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Suddenly, you hold my hand. I feel there is something fun that make me happy with you. Is it sincere from you to do it to me? I nearly shed the tear because of you. I feel it is true. :’)

A love is a story. I think.

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And we walk together, our feet step simultaneously and you and I laugh and smile when looking each other.

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This is nice, darl. πŸ™‚ Do you know? This is my first time to be like this. With you.

Thank you for being my prince.

You bring me to a wonderful place that never I get before.

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While I wait my friend at the end of lane, we chat; tell about the vision, division of your faculty, and about my feeling to you today. “I’m happy. Thank you, darl!” I say before we keep a part. πŸ™‚

A few minutes later, my friend come.

And I must sayΒ ‘Goodbye’Β to you.

But, you just smile and walk in reverse direction, not to look at me when I want to go.

You just leave.

After holding my hand. After accompanying me. After walking together. After steping the feet simultaneously. After you make me smile. After you make me laugh. After you make me happy.

And now, you prefer to choose leaving me.

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I think, this is the end of our love. Just only at this lane. Not in other lanes anymore.

Sometimes, we have to fly, feeling freedom, love, and happiness. But, we don’t forget that we are able to fall in misery. Pain. And we have to rebuild the lost spirit. Alone. With the passage of time.

And this pain tear sheds. We are separated finally.

::The End::

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You and Me

Everything has been finished.
Although it is ended by misery.
That’s life.
We cannot be happy forever.
Sometimes we have to get pain.
For the sake of the precious experience.

And you always make my feeling be up and down.
Actually, I felt tired with these all.
What do you want to me?
You’ve stated that you could be the best. Hahaha. Time is still long, but you make it be short.
You finally give up with this condition.
You can defeat the obstacles, but you are not serious with what happen in front of you.

From beginning you want to come back to me, I have said I can’t expect SO MUCH from your rhetorics because I wanna a proof, not just saying.
But you can’t prove it at all to me.
I’m fine when you have to leave.
Coz I haven’t expected you so much since you made me disappointed.
You would prefer her than me.

I am not your doll, Barbie, or anything else of yours.
I still have feeling that must be kept to be happy always.
At least, not to be GALAU because unclear status of relationship.

Yup. Today, you want to leave me. Please. That’s your willing. That’s OK. I’m fine. πŸ™‚
I don’t ask you to keep standing besides me because I can be independent.
I still love my parents, families, my great teachers, and my best friends.
You are not fully wrong, and I am not fully right.
Maybe, it is the way for each other to learn. Be better.
I can still survive. Without you.
Many others outside.

Thanks. πŸ™‚

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You and Me

Everything has been finished.
Although it is ended by misery.
That’s life.
We cannot be happy forever.
Sometimes we have to get pain.
For the sake of the precious experience.

And you always make my feeling be up and down.
Actually, I felt tired with these all.
What do you want to me?
You’ve stated that you could be the best. Hahaha. Time is still long, but you make it be short.
You finally give up with this condition.
You can defeat the obstacles, but you are not serious with what happen in front of you.

From beginning you want to come back to me, I have said I can’t expect SO MUCH from your rhetorics because I wanna a proof, not just saying.
But you can’t prove it at all to me.
I’m fine when you have to leave.
Coz I haven’t expected you so much since you made me disappointed.
You would prefer her than me.

I am not your doll, Barbie, or anything else of yours.
I still have feeling that must be kept to be happy always.
At least, not to be GALAU because unclear status of relationship.

Yup. Today, you want to leave me. Please. That’s your willing. That’s OK. I’m fine. πŸ™‚
I don’t ask you to keep standing besides me because I can be independent.
I still love my parents, families, my great teachers, and my best friends.
You are not fully wrong, and I am not fully right.
Maybe, it is the way for each other to learn. Be better.
I can still survive. Without you.
Many others outside.

Thanks. πŸ™‚

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Alhamdulillah Allah. Akhirnya.

Harus diakui kalau suasana tengah malam seperti ini adalah suasana yang paling tenang untuk menulis hal-hal yang ingin dikatakan. Tidak untuk menghina dia, memaki dia, dan mengintimidasi dia. Bukan itu. Saya masih punya iman dan berpikir beribu-ribu kali untuk melakukan hal-hal tersebut.

Saya cuma ingin mengucapkan terima kasih syukur alhamdulillah kepada Allah. Karena dengan Dia beri petunjuk kepada saya malam kemarin, saya bisa mengambil keputusan secara bulat penuh tanpa ada perasaan bersalah kepadanya, tanpa saya harus menyakitinya. πŸ™‚

Ini semua di luar dugaan. Tapi, berita yang sangat menyenangkan untuk ditunggu-tunggu. Terima kasih ya Allah. Akhirnya saya mencoba untuk berjalan di jalanMu dengan penuh keikhlasan. Setidaknya laranganMu ini sudah bisa saya hindari.

Postingan saya kali ini, memang adalah curhatan. Tapi, ini sangat berarti sekali. Tanpa ini, saya malah kelihatan introvert. Pikiran ini bakalan mengendap begitu saja sehingga menutup kreativitas saya. Saya butuh menulis. Di blog, bukan di diary.

Skali lagi, di sini, saya tidak ingin mencerca orang. Cuma ingin memberi selamat.

Selamat kepada dia. Semoga bahagia dan langgeng. πŸ™‚

Trima kasih atas kerjasamanya selama ini.

Tidak akan ada dendam. Hanya keikhlasan untuk tetap menjalani hidup, apapun perwujudannya. Karena semua ini rahasia Allah SWT. kepada umatNya.

*Allah, trima kasih Engkau sudah membuka mata dan hatiku lebar-lebar secara sadar, nyata, dan jelas untuk hal ini. Semoga kami semua diberi anugerahMu. Aamiin.Β 

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Ini Tentang Hatiku

Sepak terjang dalam dunia percintaan ini terkadang bisa membawa kita ke langit yang tinggi. Hingga semua terlihat sebagai pencitraan yang mempesona. Setiap sudut dipenuhi senyuman yang mematikan logika. Sampai lupa pada perasaan bahwa hal ini tidak selamanya akan selalu seperti ini.

Kita bisa saja tiba-tiba terjatuh karena cinta. Dan dunia menjadi terasa gelap.
Jatuh terpuruk dalam nelangsa jiwa yang meredupkan hati yang dulu tersenyum.

Sebenarnya ketika kita tidak terlalu idealis pada asa yang sangat indah terhadap bersatunya dua hati yang berbeda itu, tidak terlalu sulit untuk beradaptasi pada tempat yang berbeda Β dan suasana yang berbeda pula. Yah. Karena ini hidup. Seperti lingkaran dan akan selalu berputar.

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Ternyata asa tidak menjadi idealis yang berwujud realistis. Dan pikiran ini memaksa untuk bertindak menjadi dewasa dalam menyikapi segala komplikasi yang terjadi dalam hidup. Walaupun sebenarnya saya belum sepenuhnya dewasa. Yah, belum dewasa.

Terima kasih kepada seseorang yang telah mampu membimbing saya menjadi yang seharusnya. Lebih tepatnya sedikit lebih baik. Karena rupanya saya masih belum bisa mengubah sikap yang harusnya saya tidak lakukan lagi. Mungkin dia capek menghadapi saya hingga diam seribu bahasa untuk menegur saya. Mungkin dengan diamnya, dia menginginkan kesadaran muncul tentang suatu hal yang salah dari dalam diri saya. Tapi, sepertinya diammnya malah menjadikan saya tidak tahu harus berbuat apa. Saya harusnya berpikir. Ya, saya lagi-lagi salah.
Daripada harus terus-menerus seperti ini, saya pilih untuk menjauh agar tidak menjadi sebuah beban untuk kamu yang menginginkan kesadaran dari saya. Yang pada akhirnya tidak seperti apa yang kamu harapkan. Lihat, betapa tidak dewasanya saya. Ya kan?

Berapa kali kami mencoba bertahan, berapa kali saya mencoba lebih baik. Namun, lagi dan lagi. Tidak dapat diatasi. Tak apalah, walaupun kami tak bisa menyatukan hati pada akhirnya, yang terpenting kami dipisahkan dengan tidak tersakiti satu sama lain. Saya baik-baik saja. Kamu juga. πŸ™‚

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Jepret-Jepret In the Wedding

With Aan

My friends and I were invited by my friend, Aan, to come in her old sister’s wedding. Actually, I would come with my group, Awainulu (KKN-P). But, they didn’t have any chance to go in this wedding party, so I went there with my friend, Mey. πŸ™‚

With Mey

The wedding was held in Gedung Kemitraan Polres Baubau at noon (19 Jan.’13). By this chance, I knew the broom, but he doesn’t know me. πŸ˜€ He is Mr. Andy. As I know, he is the reporter. I know him because my sister, Arini, introduced him to me by photos when she followed one of events that involved some reporters in Baubau at 2010 (Rumah Bamboo). *If I amn’t wrong. πŸ™‚ So, in this chance I said, “Congratulation for both of you. Happy Wedding. Langgeng slalu ya, Kakak. πŸ™‚ Aamiin.

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The Wedding

We went there when almost people have came back. We had hesitated to go there. Maybe there were no people we knew and we could do nothing. πŸ˜€ But, it’s fault. Then, we walked together along the aisle to the bridal couple sits and shook the hands to them. While my eyes was looking for Aan. “Where is Aan?.”Β But, I didn’t see her.

As usual, after it we had a lunch and started to find where we must sit. We got at the back. With Yus. We got a friend finally! Yeah. πŸ˜€Β We kept eating and talking until our friends came. They were Pia, Valen, Atni, and Ditha. Not a long time, Aan came to us. The situation became more exciting. And we took pictures together. πŸ˜€

Taking Photos
Outside

After that, we went home, but not for Mey and me, we went to canteen in campus (so far from the wedding place). πŸ˜€ Whereas my mother has asked me to go home as soon as possible because it would be rain and the fact, NOT. Alhamdulillah. πŸ™‚ Then, we went home. It didn’t need a long time. Be calm, Mom! πŸ™‚

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The Wedding is ceremonyΒ in which two people are united in marriage or a similar institution (Wikipedia). Emm… Anything else to write? I think, I’m blank tonight. Talking about COUPLE. Maybe because I still feel bad with that matter. I duno. Sorry for the readers.

Yup, this life is still long. So, we must struggle to get what we dream.
Mangatse always…!!!

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Jepret-Jepret In the Wedding

With Aan

My friends and I were invited by my friend, Aan, to come in her old sister’s wedding. Actually, I would come with my group, Awainulu (KKN-P). But, they didn’t have any chance to go in this wedding party, so I went there with my friend, Mey. πŸ™‚

With Mey

The wedding was held in Gedung Kemitraan Polres Baubau at noon (19 Jan.’13). By this chance, I knew the broom, but he doesn’t know me. πŸ˜€ He is Mr. Andy. As I know, he is the reporter. I know him because my sister, Arini, introduced him to me by photos when she followed one of events that involved some reporters in Baubau at 2010 (Rumah Bamboo). *If I amn’t wrong. πŸ™‚ So, in this chance I said, “Congratulation for both of you. Happy Wedding. Langgeng slalu ya, Kakak. πŸ™‚ Aamiin.

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The Wedding

We went there when almost people have came back. We had hesitated to go there. Maybe there were no people we knew and we could do nothing. πŸ˜€ But, it’s fault. Then, we walked together along the aisle to the bridal couple sits and shook the hands to them. While my eyes was looking for Aan. “Where is Aan?.”Β But, I didn’t see her.

As usual, after it we had a lunch and started to find where we must sit. We got at the back. With Yus. We got a friend finally! Yeah. πŸ˜€Β We kept eating and talking until our friends came. They were Pia, Valen, Atni, and Ditha. Not a long time, Aan came to us. The situation became more exciting. And we took pictures together. πŸ˜€

Taking Photos
Outside

After that, we went home, but not for Mey and me, we went to canteen in campus (so far from the wedding place). πŸ˜€ Whereas my mother has asked me to go home as soon as possible because it would be rain and the fact, NOT. Alhamdulillah. πŸ™‚ Then, we went home. It didn’t need a long time. Be calm, Mom! πŸ™‚

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The Wedding is ceremonyΒ in which two people are united in marriage or a similar institution (Wikipedia). Emm… Anything else to write? I think, I’m blank tonight. Talking about COUPLE. Maybe because I still feel bad with that matter. I duno. Sorry for the readers.

Yup, this life is still long. So, we must struggle to get what we dream.
Mangatse always…!!!

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Morning Note in Keraton Fortress

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One of my favourite acitivities when I feel bored is WALKING AROUND IN KERATON FORTRESS with my little sister.
There I can look at the green forest and sunrise in front of me, hear the singing of birds, breath the fresh air, feel the freedom of my self, and find the peace in me.

09122012(002)I think how lucky people who live here.
Everyday, every morning they can still breath the fresh air and have friendly neighbours.
That’s amazing mercy from Allah. Alhamdulillah.

09122012(003)I write like this, it doesn’t mean that I amn’t thankful for His luck to me, but I just want to say something that I must say and write down on my blog around me, what I think, what I see. Because this is great.
Will I get the moment like this later? When the era gets its progress for some years later.

I’m here like I don’t want to move.
I want to stop the morning. I like morning day.
It’s fun.
My mind is always cool.
Keep staying here and say ‘thankful very much to Allah. He is the Giver of All Favors.’

I see this beautiful scenery with using my glasses clearly. It seems gorgeous.
The peace in me.

When I have to think about you because of last night, this mind forces me to let my heart be sincere, whether my heart will hurt or not. I sincerely go.
I am too much hurt you. πŸ™‚

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