Menang Kalah Itu ...

Pagi ini saya membaca sebuah postingan yang menarik dari Gobind Vashdev. Alkisah ada seorang ibu didatangi dua anaknya yang hendak bertanding. Si ibu bingung harus membela yang mana, karena cintanya sama besar." Lalu disambung dengan kutipan, "saat mendoakan kemenangan itu artinya mendoakan kekalahan yang lain. Berdoalah untuk diberi kekuatan menerima apa pun yang terjadi."


Tulisan ini mengingatkan saya pada keseharian saya sebagai wasit 24 jam untuk dua bocah saya. Yang paling gres adalah ketika salah satunya berkata, "aku menang ... Kamu kalaaah."


Sejak dulu saya tidak suka orang-orang yang begini. Paling banyak di usia sebelum SMP. Rasanya pengen gue jitak aja. Oleh karena saya ga mau anak-anak saya dijitak orang lain, saya pun harus berulangkali  mengingatkan mereka untuk tidak mengatakan hal itu. Merasa senang karena menang tentu boleh, tetapi jika kemudian meledek yang kalah itu yang ga boleh. Instead you may say, "great job for you. Congratulation."


Biasanya saya akan gunakan adegan dari seri tv Sofia the First. Ketika James yang menang melakukan selebrasi berlebihan saat bertanding hingga akhirnya teman-temannya tidak mau bermain dengannya lagi.


Sama seperti pilpres kali ini, baru kampanye saja dah ngenye-ngenyein lawan. Saya terbayang pertandingan bulutangkis Indonesia-Malaysia di mana terjadi persaingan suporter, siapa yang paling menyebalkan. Seandainya saya ada di bangku penonton dan teman-teman jiran saya berada di bangku penonton lawan, apakah saya akan ikut bersikap menyebalkan? Saya rasa tidak.


Karena pada pilpres ini walau saya senang dengan antusiasmenya, tapi sedih saja membayangkan ketika pemenangnya diumumkan, itu berarti kemenangan si pemilih bodoh atau pemilih sesat (sesuai tudingan pendukung lawan masing-masing). Lagian bagus kan ada pilihan lebih dari satu ketimbang cuma satu, katanya ga mau balik ke zaman orba kok ya suka banget bersikap menyebalkan?


Cerdas itu bukan yang semangat tunjuk-tunjuk tulang tengkorak sambil bilang, "Pikiiiir!!!" sombong sekali. Gue yg IQ nya selalu paling tinggi biasa aja tuh. Banyak sejarah orang pintar yang baru dipuja setelah mati, betapa banyak salahnya manusia dalam menilai orang lain.


Beriman itu sesungguhnya berasal dari hati. Toh saya pernah baca bahwa Tuhan telah menakdirkan pemimpin suatu bangsa. Jika presiden terpilih sejalan dengan iman yg diyakini, ya bagus. Jika tidak sejalan, berarti itu tantangan kita untuk belajar beriman lebih dalam lagi. Iman (seharusnya) tidak goyah dalam keadaan apa pun.


Saya tahu ada yang tidak suka jika saya gunakan frase 'siapa pun presidennya'. Gimana ya, saya hanya berpikir, saya lahir dari generasi-generasi tua yang mengalami banyak sekali hal. Bergolak melawan penjajah, bangkit dari kemiskinan, kabur dari ancaman penggal oleh bangsa sendiri, hidup di luar negeri, kalau pas foto sekolah harus buka jilbab dan masih banyak lagi yang lain, tapi ada yang tidak berubah diucapkan dari generasi ke generasi, iman. Jaga imanmu.


Jadi pilihlah yang sesuai keyakinanmu. Lalu tepuktangan untuk siapa pun yang menang. Dan kemudian kembali lanjutkan tugas kita sebagai makhluk yang rahmatan lil alamin.

My Story: Who am I

Since I resign as an editor in one of national publisher in Indonesia after seven years, I've felt what I called losing my identity. Though I am still a freelance editor but in my neighbourhood I was nobody. Especially when I moved into Kalibata City.

I was quite afraid of become Mrs. hery. Oh, no. Being called with my husband's name feels like a sin. I feel guilty for my parents because they named their children with a specific pray to each of them and now I am going to leave it behind and put my husband's name on it. No way, Jose.

So as a person and a child I have some kind of obligation to bring out my name to the word. In a positive way. And maybe in a great way. But unfortunately, it was not easy especially when you don't make new friends.

For months, I was hanging on my old identity, as a former editor and now become a housewive. Time goes by, and my relatives started to forget who was I. While it took years for me to acknowledge them what an editor is. It wasn't an auditor. I worked in a publisher not a printing office. And now, after my resignation, those knowledge gone too fast.

They saw me like the other housewives, stuck in her daster and get fat, or pimpled. Hehehe, or maybe not. And after a year not becoming an office worker, I took a step. I promised myself not to let time goes by just like that. I need to make mark in this world. I need more things to show in my fb's update. I need to become more.

Is becoming a mother a less thing to have? No. Absolutely not. But this home is the first school for my kids. And that's why I need to keep myself not drowning into the housewive's curse. I need to show them varieties of life.

And as my first step is to become more serious as a baker. I like my status as an editor, but I am not the most popular editor or writer in the world that keeps me busy day by day. There are times when I don't have jobs to do and for me those empty day is valuable. I keep my brain work, just like when I still sat behind my desk. I make plans and datelines. And I make it happen. My www.koekieku.com is one of my commitment. If I want to have a café where my kids could learn how to run a business but still able to male friends, then I need to start it now.

I've seen many reality show such as cupcake town and rachel zoe, it took 10 years to make a kingdom. I've been many steps behind.

And as Malika get into a playgroup, I am not only known as Malika's mom but also a baker. Well, i haven't introduce myself to all the Kalibata City residences, but in mailing list, they surely has identified me as a baker.
What so funny about is, those people would found a little bit weird in me when I said that I was an editor or a writer. Guess, these titles are only known well by my colleagues at Mizan.

And the last months of 2013, I've make another commitment by joining Kumpulan Emak2 Blogger. To become a writer. Though I've worked in a publisher for years, I never related myself as a writer. And  being a blogger is my way to be known globally as a writer.

And that is not all. I still have one field to explore. To become a singer or at least a songwriter. I wish there will be time for me to really finished my lyrics that I've wrote for years. I want to be a part in that industry. To make something that inspire people, encourage them, and make them happy. My youtube channel is waiting to get activated. But let's do it one by one. No need to be in a hurry. Just keep walking.

*feelingStronger
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