A moment in Stasiun Cikini (sebuah tulisan curhat)

Nit nut nit nuttt.. Telepon selularku bergetar. Nomor tak dikenal. Tapi sepertinya aq familiar dengan kode areanya.
"Halo.."
"Shan, lg dmana kau?" suara bapak bapak dengan logat yang sangat kukenal.
"Cikini" sahutku datar. Siapa ya ini? Otakku cepat berputar.
"Shan, ini Pakde, Shan. Pakde Bambang. Pakdemu. wooohh.. Sombong. Nggak boleh gitu nyautinnya" gerutuannya langsung keluar bagai kuda lepas kandang.
Alamaaaak jaaann, pantes rasanya aq kenal suara ini.
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Itulah kali pertama aq berbicara dengan Pakde Bambang setelah hampir 3 tahun hanya bertukar pesan selamat hari raya. Pak gedhe abang almarhumah mama. Orang yang telaten meladeni tangisku saat ditinggal main kakak sepupuku yang notabene anak sulungnya. Orang yang selalu jadi figur ayah jempolan, berbudi bahasa, dihormati orang sekota. Bertolak belakang dengan ayahku yang urakan khas pria Sumatera. Orang yang selalu mbengok-mbengok memanggil lewat pintu belakang rumah hanya untuk makan kepiting lada hitam hasil olahannya. Orang yang keras tapi sangat sensitif. Takkan kulupa tangisan pilunya saat eyang kung ku meninggal, begitu juga saat mamaku berpulang. Itulah Pakdeku, Pakde Bambangku.
Segudang emosi membuncah saat aku menyimak perkataannya. Segudang memori langsung berputar di mataku, bagaikan putaran roll film di bioskop. Sedih mengingat aku bukan lagi gadis cilik yang selalu diajak pulang ke rumah pabrik dengan vespa PXnya. Sedih mengingat aku tak lagi punya kesempatan mencabuti jenggotnya. Pasti cucunya yg mengambil alih tugas itu. Senang karena tau beliau masih sangat concern padaku dan adik-adikku. Kesal karena dia berpikiran aq sudah melupakannya. Padahal dia tak tau bahwa aq sering kali bercerita tentang dia, tentang keluarga Singkawangku pada pacar. Senang karena.. Ahh.. Aq punya ribuan alasan untuk senang, sedih dan kesal saat itu. Dan tanpa babibu airmataku berlinangan. Beberapa calon penumpang yang turut menunggu di peron dua stasiun cikini mulai melirik penuh ingin tau. Tapi siapa peduli. Dan setelah menit-menit percakapan emosional itu, klakson kereta terdengar memekakkan telinga. Calon penumpang mulai liar merangsek dan melipir hingga pinggir peron. Akupun pamit.
”hati-hati yo, nduk” sahutnya saat menutup telepon.
Dan hatiku mencelos entah kemana. I will, Pakde. I always will.

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Hong Kong in Black & White

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Hongkong, My First Encounter to China

Looks familiar? Indonesian stores are everywhere in Causewaybay.

Busy Central from a far. This picture taken from Kennedy Town.

Pippi, alone in the crowd.

The star fruit of Asia. Durian!

Fruit seller along the Temple Street Night Market.

Seller. Buyer. And durian.

Afternoon activity.

An old man in the park.

Around the corner. This kind of neighbourhood are scattered around Hong Kong.

Our favorit public transportation. Tram! With only 2 bucks you can sit and have a pleasant journey.

Inside the tram.

Cinta satu malam aka one night stand. Beware of judgement day, my fellow Indonesian.

When weirdo doing a weird love.

Macau, A Very Short Visit

It was a bright sunny Monday when I set my feet on Macau for the second time after a very serious shopping spree with my friend in Hong Kong. Wet and weighed with tons of luggages, we dragged ourself along Avenida de Almeida Ribeiro in search of a budget accomodation in a small alley called Rue de Felicidad. Yet until now we couldn't find either the hostel nor the small alley.

Have only two days, after unloading our luggage in Augusters Lodge -another budget accomodation referred by Lonely Planet, thanks to Paolo with his latest iPhone4 and Gianlu we found it. This hostel and the owner really worth a recommendation indeed- we go straight to A Ma temple to see the A Ma festival. This festival is held every year to honour the Goddes A Ma, patron of all fishermen and seafarer. The journey itself took about an hour. On foot.

The next day, we found ourself strolling along Taipa and Coloane Island, getting in and out villages, temples and of course had our toes a dip into a wild casino dream in the largest casino on earth, The Venetian. This huge establishment in Cotai Strip of Macau claim to surpass its Las Vegas sister.

Here it is, the fruits of our snip and snap here and there in Macau.

The ruins of St. Paul. One of Macau infamous iconic building.

Senado Square from Leal Senado building now Institute of Civic & Municipal Affairs (Portuguese: Instituto para os Assuntos Cívicos e Municipais).

Santa Casa de Misericordia

A deserted old house. Look at the highrise building at the background.

Blurry old house.

The Venetian.

Velicidade controlada por radar.

Coloane overexposed :D

Street food stall aka Dai Pai Dong.

Another Dai Pai Dong,, look at his cute clumsy face :p

Two BFF posing in front of their favorite restaurante.

Suburban Macau. Skycraper stands side by side with shophouses.

Walkways in the Old Taipa Village.

Celebrating A Ma festival in the A Ma Temple.

Chinese ornaments in A Ma temple.