Ningsih

She is my youngest dolan-dolan friend, 18 y.o. She said that she felt really old when she turned 18 y.o then I felt the pinch. "How could I go together with you guys, (the rongpuluhtahunan)?" she said that too. *plak.* Her name is Nikita, she came from Bantul. Because of that, we called her Ningsih. It seemed quite better than Nikita, our tongues always sliped when we said Nikita.

She always said "Astagfirullah" and "MasyaAllah" and "Subhanallah". Compared with my (impolite) words "asem ik" "nggapleki" etc, she is really polite girl.

When I visited Kasongan Bantul and I prayed Ashar in a mosque nearby after the adzan was echoed, I saw many people came into mosque and prayed ashar berjamaah. I was so amazed by them, because there was no habitual action like that in my current city, Jakarta.

Mbok-Mbok Jamu

Last Wednesday was an ordinary day. I woke up early morning. My mood was going wrong but no one realized it. I could do many activities as usual. I tidied up my room, i washed my dirty clothes, i hummed songs when i took a bath, then I went to work.

When i was walking alone to my office, i saw a stranger, a woman, mbok-mbok jamu, with my pointless sight but deeply. Actually, we didn't know each other. She looked at me back then she said, "Si Cantik" and smiled at me. I replied her and gave her my sweetest and sincerest smile. She could encourage me with her pure smile. In conclusion, we didn't need to know each others to give some good things to others.

My Emak Once Said To Me

This is a graduation picture of my emak, many years ago, (I don't know the man who was standing beside her). My emak once said to me that she didn't use to get pleasure from teaching, obviously. Thus she never thought that she would become a lecture someday. Nevertheless, she has been teaching for twenty years more or less. Finally, she had to learn how to love what we had had. Then she loves being a lecture till now. Anyway, my emak never taught any school lessons to her children, she only said to us, "If you don't understand your school lessons, you may ask me, I'll teach you kids."

Wonder Mothers

I always wonder why a mother cannot remember how to operate software or application in PC monitor or mobile phone still she can remember everything i ask to her, "Mak, do you know where my jacket is? I forgot where i put it down."

Then Nadia explained it clearly, "it's mothers matter."

Mixed Colors Composition Of Human Face

Sardjono & Tasmilah got 4 children, Mbah Sulardi, Sudiharni (mbahku), Mbah Rum, and the last Mbah Garnadi. They had a huge number of great grandchildren.

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When i looked at my whole family members perfunctorily, suddenly I remembered what my teacher ever said to me, "God create people face in any various shape and color. None of them is perfectly similar to each others. It shows us that God has been being the most perfectly amazing creator in the world with His great Kunfayakun," more or less. Except how people can have any different face from each others, I also realize something arousing my curiousity. It is obviously true that God is perfectly amazing creator in the world and create human face without perfecly similar to each others, I don't deny it. However, His works is not merely KUN FAYAKUN LANGSUNG DADI. There is something undoubtly works into it. So I try to figure it out by using my logical method.

Let's make analogy. Every person has different mixed colors composition. Color Blue X=person X, Color Yellow Y=person Y. If person X marry person Y, then they will have kiddos with Color Green XY1, Color Green XY2, etc. The kiddos will be similar to each others but they still have the different looks (look the number of XY1,2,3). It looks like Color Blue and Color Yellow are blending one another. So every kiddos also has mixed colors composition. As if we mix the Color Blue and Color Yellow on water color pallete for twice or third times or more at different times. So every outcomes doesn't really similar to the result which we mix it every single times. It depends on the composition matter. How much volume and how strong the blue and the yellow are mixing one another.

Then their every kiddos will marry person C or person D or person H or person E or none of them. And they will have any babies with any mixed colors complection again, the example are Brown CD1, Brown EH2, etc. The change process will bulit its mixed colors composition gradually and continually. Just imagine pohon faktor or silsilah keluarga if you can't understand my explanation. It has plentiful of mixed colors composition, so the process and the outcome are like blending colors composition in water color pallete.

In other words, God works on the people face matter by mixing colors composition in genetics method. Do you get my explanation? I don't think so. Don't take it too serious, dude. I am just soliluquizing.

Liberty Statue is The Amusing Athena

I dreamed about New York and Liberty Statue this morning. I went to NY by boat through time machine at wee hour. When the night came, the peripheral of Liberty Island was flooded till the neck of Liberty Statue high point. So it was the golden time to smuggle my self in, together with one of my siblings/friends (I couldn't remember who she/he is). We came into it succesfully. Though, slightly strange, there was no crown on the top of Liberty Statue. Then we saw The Helmet of Liberty Statue flew above the flooding area, nearby The Liberty Statue standing point. The Liberty Statue caught it swiftly. I figured it out that she was like The Amusing Athena, one of beautiful goddesses that I adore her so much. While we were seeing that amusing goddess from a tiny boat, I was totally mesmerized. It was happened in front of my eyes.


After seeing the stunning photograph previously, We went to a statue maker in the slump area. I supposed we were under a bridge. I wanted the statue maker making me a mock of Liberty Statue for $15 (I thought he was going to sell it for $29 more or less, but he accepted the cost that I had offered him, $15). There were many mocks of Liberty Statue with European faces in his showroom. He made all the odd statues and proudly showed it off to us. I was curious a bit about who he was... Where he came from.. He had an Asian face, dark skin, kinky hair, and average high, 160 cm I supposed. His English was not fluently enough. Then I figured it out and suddenly I just knew that he was Indonesian. Hahahaha. Like us. We were brothers.


And then, I also saw a neighbor. He was a painter. Same artists remained here, under the bridge, I thought. When we came to him, he was painting on the canvas by spidols. I thought he was little stupid. He brushed all of the canvas by waxing it off for the finishing. I supposed, he was going to sell it not really expensive, I was pretty sure on it.. Because he was a slump painter. And his painting was a bit clumsy and filthy like hell. His painting was talking about a painter who was painting on the canvas by spidols, and the painter who was in the painting was squating down. What stupid you were (whereas, I also painted on that position once in a while). Anyhow, His painter painting was rather like slightly calligraphy style on every corners of his canvas-he loved to scratch it there.


At the end of my dream, I woke up. My consciousness came out a half way. I thought that today was Friday and I could go back sleep then. After a few seconds, I realized what today was, it was Wednesday. Eventually I knew that I was late to go work. But, wait a second, Friday was also a weekday, right? So it was basically the same with wednesday. How could I miss it? I had to wake up now!

Gossiping

"Women and their complicated situation," He said.

"Women have that things. Because of that, i'm scared of women since i was young. Unfortunately me," i said.

"And... You are a woman..." He said.

"To be honest, I'm scared of myself too.. Women (most of them are emak-emak, i don't know why they do that, is that a kind of culture?) often gossip one another, i hate it for sure. I usually close my ears with earphone when it's started. They irritate me with the nonsense rumors. It can influence my point of view about objects of the gossip. Sometimes when i can't endure my emotion by them, i usually tell my madness to anyone else... 'Man.. I'm getting cheesed off for real.'

I hate it then... It seems like vicious circle. Bang!" 

"Woman are indeed...complicated," He said.

"I think i'm in pms mode..."

"And i think i need to go now..." He nodded, "bye."

"Bye," i waved.

End.

The Coming Visitors

The Coming Visitors, my illustration 20 Mei 2015

I tried to visualize my first dream that i've rescued successfully from fading childhood memories. It was a nightmare for a five y.o. girl. The wolf was a substitute form of a dark angel from my dream. I thought that he was a gruesome angel. But he tried to save me from a big snake. He gave me an instruction, "Give the rose to the snake. It will scare of the snake. Then the snake will walk away from you." So i figured out about something, first impressions were important but not to judge the book by its cover.

But in this illustration, i changed the story a bit. The wolf and the snake were antagonist. Hahahahah. In fact, I did't have a heart to draw a dark angel, frightened me.

A Story About Gecko

This is my old drawing, The Two Jerks and The Lady With The Red Wine.

I'm posting it because I have to tell you a story.. About a gecko in the middle of the night..

When I walked alone at the terrace of a building, I saw a gecko hung down beneath the ceiling. So, I thought that all geckos could be against the earth gravitation. That's hilarious! Then I made some hums to talk with. "Hmmm hmmm hmmm ck ck ck gecko gecko!" I said. The meaning is "Hei Gecko, you're incredibly hilarious. You're a tiny little living creature and you should be called as alien too, like other creatures from the outer space! Anyway, did you know that alien in earth were an unacceptable illegal creature? You certainly didn't know it! Meanwhile, you're an acceptable creature here! That's funny."

At the ceiling, the gecko licked his/her right-eye then gave me three seconds of glimpse. Eventually, the gecko walked into the building crawly and proudly. I guessed that the gecko was trying to look like a biawak, the bigger fatter lizard. What a bigheaded you are! That's impolite way to say goodbye! I hate you! I hate you, gecko! I hate you tremendously.

There's something wrong in this planet.

End.

Cintaku Hanya Seharga Kopi Sasetan

Tuhanku sayang, hari ini saya berpuasa niat ingsun karenaMu.

Tuhan, Engkau kan tau, karena Engkau telah mengenalku begitu dalam dan akrab, saya ini sangat cinta dengan kopi. Sehingga jadi selama ini saya sering batal puasa dikarenakan kopi yang ngawe-ngawe di sana sini.

Baunya ya Tuhanku sayang... Wangi sekali...

Rasanya joss! Cespleng! Rasanya semua badan saya langsung gerak gegap gempita semua.

Rasanya, bokong saya ditendang berkali-kali dan berapi-api oleh si kopi.

Pokoknya hari ini Tuhan, puasa saya tidak akan batal lagi hanya karena secangkir kopi sasetan. Murahan sekali saya. Cintaku hanya seharga kopi sasetan. Malu sekali andaikata saya begitu. Pasti malu sekali! Malu. Malu. Malu. Malu-malu mau.

Maka saya ulangi, hari ini saya puasa niat ingsun karenaMu. Masak cintaku padaMu kalah dengan cintaku pada kopi. Saya tidak semurahan itu. Tidak Tuhan! Sungguh-sungguh tidak!

Jam habis dimakan menit.

Menit habis dimakan detik.

Detik habis dimakan waktu yang tak habis-habis.

Gelisahku dengan kopi pun tak habis-habis.

Sudah waktu dhuhur,

bagaimana kalau saya puasa bhedug saja ya Tuhanku sayang? Aduh... pliss... 
Tuhan maafkan aku, ahhh... Hamba khilaf. Kopi menggodaku, Tuhan tolong kuatkan imanku, mbak-mbak cantik di depanku sudah menyajikan kopi sasetan merek baru entah apa karena aromanya wangi sekali dan saya baru kenal baunya siang ini. 
Ah kopi ini setan. Mbak-mbak yang tadi baru saja lewat memang cantik tapi saya lebih kesetanan dengan kopi daripada mbak-mbak tadi.

Tuhan plisss tolong kuatkan imanku. Kuatkan cintaku padamu. Bukan pada kopi. Hamba tak sudi semurahan itu.

Cintaku padaMu tak semurahan itu!

Masak kalah dengan kopi?

Baru juga godaan kopi. Bagaimana dengan godaan lainnya? 
Oh Tuhanku sayang, selamatkan hamba.

Cintaku padaMu tak semurahan itu!

Namun perkaranya tak semudah itu!

Kopi dimana-mana.

Kopi masih dimana-mana.

Jalan ke sana kopi.

Jalan ke situ kopi.

Saya ada di pabrik kopi.

Saya dibayar untuk mengantar kopi-kopi sasetan yang sudah terseduh di cangkir kepada para pembesar.

Sudah waktu dhuhur, bagaimana kalau saya puasa bhedug saja ya Tuhanku sayang?

Henpon-ku berdering, ternyata istriku menelepon,

"Sabar ya sayang... Waktu dhuhur telah tiba, sebentar lagi. Sudah setengah jalan... Sabar ya sayang..."

Tuhan, Engkau menyelamatkanku!

Terima kasih ya Tuhanku, Engkau menolongku.

Engkau menciptakan istri sehebat itu.

Tentu aku lebih mencintai istriku daripada jahanam kopi-kopi sasetan itu.

Kugunakan logika berpikir, sudah setengah jalan, dan aku tak mau semurahan itu.

Cintaku tak hanya seharga kopi sasetan!

Sajak Kamu Tau

"Kamu tau apa yang menarik dari bulan Februari?"

"Apa?"

"Yang paling menarik dari bulan Februari itu, jumlah harinya cukup 28 hari saja mentok-mentok tambah satu hari jadi 29 hari, itu pun dalam empat tahun sekali. Ga tau ya kamu?"

"Tau. Kamu tau, telat sehari aja lahirku jadi tanggal 29 Februari."

"Tau. Kamu tau apa yang paling menarik dari bulan Maret?"

"Apa?"

"Yang paling menarik dari bulan Maret itu, hari turun gaji jadi lebih cepat beberapa hari dibandingkan bulan-bulan sebelumnya."

"Oh... Hahaha."

"Kalo ini tau ga?"

"Apa?"

"Kamu tau apa yang paling menarik dari kamu?"

"................."

"Kenapa gitu jawabannya, harusnya kamu tanya balik, 'Apa?', memang kamu tau jawabannya?"

"Apa?"

"Yang paling menarik dari kamu itu, ngguyumu yang kayak bekicot. Matamu yang kayak kucing. Alismu yang kayak ulet. Dan rambutmu yang kayak ijuk, semuanya kalo digabungin jadi satu, jadi kayak ga singkron. Tapi aku suka yang ga singkron-singkron."

KOJI TADANOBU

| Oleh Failasufa Karima An-Nizhamiya

“... Kendaraan terpantau padat merayap di bilangan Ikeboukou Street ke arah Bang Bang Pink Street. Sementara Di Otonokame Street kendaraan berjalan lancar. Sekian laporan lalu lintas oleh Mister Traffic-man 007 dari Yoruba FM.” Laporan lalu lintas radio berirama staccato dengan ketukan satu per delapan birama dan dilatarbelakangi musik yang seolah-olah mengajaknya berlari cepat-cepat menggema dalam studio kerja Koji Tadanobu. Gabungan antara musik dan laporan lalu lintas berketukan pendek dan terburu-buru identik dengan suasana pengap, menghimpit, dan penuh oleh kepulan asap di tengah kota. Tadanobu benci bersentuhan dengan suasana seperti itu. Padahal Tadanobu sendiri sekarang sedang berada di dalamnya namun secara tak langsung ia tak tersentuh dari dunia luar yang morat-marit. Semua dinding ruang kerjanya dilapisi oleh peredam suara kualitas terbaik―tentu saja demi memperoleh ketenangan dalam dunia rekaannya sendiri. Tadanobu sangat bergantung pada keadaan yang berada sesuai pada tempatnya, sesuai pada koordinatnya masing-masing, dan sesuai pada jalur orbitnya. Beruntung selanjutnya Yoruba FM memutarkan lagu “Till Death Do Us Part”-nya White Lion. Memang judulnya terdengar agak melankolis dan mendayu-dayu, sangat bukan Tadanobu. Namun siapa peduli, yang penting musiknya mengalun perlahan. Semut-semut di dinding pun turut berjalan berbaris lagi membuat garis berlenggak-lenggok bak seorang penari. Sepertinya ketegangan otot-otot Tadanobu pun sudah mulai mereda.

Kertas gambar yang sudah berisi panel-panel gambar dan sketsa-sketsa pensil, ia pandangi lekat-lekat. Semenit empat puluh detik ia terdiam tak bergerak—mungkin sempat tak bernafas beberapa detik— lantas diteguknya secangkir kopi dingin di sudut kanan meja, ia letakkan lagi cangkir kopi yang tinggal ampasnya saja, kemudian mematung lagi tak lebih dari semenit. Segera setelah itu diambilnya penghapus dan digosok-gosokkan ke beberapa panel sketsa pensilnya. Lalu ia menggambar lagi di atas panel-panel yang telah menjadi kosong. Proses yang sama pun berulang kembali hingga delapan kali dalam sehari. Pemandangan tersebut sudah menjadi hal lumrah ketika Tadanobu sedang menggarap projek mingguan untuk koran minggu. Sehingga apabila dikalkulasikan, Tadanobu bisa mengulang proses seperti itu dalam seminggu, kurang lebih lima puluh enam kali, dan dalam sebulan bisa lima ratus dua puluh empat kali, dan seterusnya-dan seterusnya. Barangkali Tadanobu akan mati muda. Sesungguhnya Tadanobu menikmati proses pengulangan-pengulangan semacam itu. Dan ia tak akan begitu peduli seumpama ia mati karena hal tersebut, asalkan segalanya berjalan secara semestinya. Karena yang terpenting baginya adalah ke-te-ra-tu-ran.

“Tadanobu!” teriak pemilik warung oden pinggir jalan, “Kemarilah! Merapat ke sini. Mampir dulu, hujan.” Memang hujan tidak begitu deras. Namun hujan rintik-rintik dengan semangkuk oden adalah persekongkolan yang pantas.

Tadanobu sedikit mengangkat dagunya ke arah pemilik warung oden seraya mengangkat tangan kanannya sebagai pengganti kata, “lain waktu saja saya mampir,” seperti itu. Tadanobu melanjutkan perjalanannya.

Ia melewati puluhan tempat makan, satu kantor Japanese Red Cross Society—lucu sekali ada tempat donor darah di antara banyak tempat makan, agak mencolok dan tidak sesuai, dunia yang dipijak Tadanobu terbuncang—, dan satu toko piringan hitam sebelum sampai di Stasiun Danbashi. Jarak yang ditempuh dari studionya ke Stasiun Danbashi adalah sejauh satu setengah kilometer. Akan tetapi Tadanobu dapat memotong jalan menjadi setengahnya apabila ia masuk toko piringan hitam “Beside You” lantas keluar melalui pintu belakangnya. Dari pintu belakang Toko “Beside You” pintu itu bisa langsung tembus sampai ke jalan utama menuju Stasiun Danbashi. Untuk dapat menembus toko tersebut, Tadanobu perlu usaha ekstra—semacam tiket masuk tak tertulis. Ia rela merogoh koceknya demi mengurangi jumlah ketidakteraturan yang akan ia dapatkan apabila ia berjalan di rute normalnya ke Stasiun Danbashi. Ia menjadi rajin membeli piringan hitam sebulan sekali. Ia juga membeli turntable bekas di toko tersebut. Beruntung pula bagi Tadanobu selain karena toko itu tidak terlalu ramai pembeli juga karena penjaga toko “Beside You” adalah seorang wanita yang ramah dan menyenangkan. Wajahnya tidak cantik juga tidak jelek, tetapi cukup mengesankan dan menarik. Dagunya hampir menyatu dengan lehernya, seperti tidak ada garis batas yang jelas antara dagu dan leher, tetapi bukan tipe leher yang bertumpuk karena lemak. Kepalanya mungil. Bentuk mukanya seperti kacang kenari. Rambut hitam lurus sebahu dengan poni pendek yang jatuh secara alami. Alisnya lurus tetapi cukup tebal untuk seorang wanita. Jarak antara kedua matanya terkesan agak terlalu jauh padahal semisal diukur dengan penggaris sepertinya masih terhitung dalam jarak yang semestinya. Diluar semua ketidaksinkronan bentuk, ukuran, dan proporsi wajahnya, matanya bening dan memiliki sorot ketenangan yang tak tergoyahkan. Ia juga tergolong wanita yang berdedikasi tinggi pada pekerjaannya. Ia masih tetap hangat dan informatif walaupun melayani para pengunjung yang sekedar mampir untuk menggodanya. Ia sering mengajak ngobrol para pelanggannya tak terkecuali Tadanobu. “Selamat datang Tuan Tadanobu, bagaimana hari Anda petang ini?” adalah sapaan khas si wanita kepada Tadanobu. Tadanobu tidak menjawab. Walaupun begitu, sering si wanita mengutarakan gagasannya seketika itu juga kepada Tadanobu, “Potongan rambut Anda agak sedikit berbeda. Menjadi terlihat lebih segar.” Tadanobu diam saja. Akan tetapi jika si wanita penjaga toko beruntung, Tadanobu akan membalas dengan senyum singkat saja. Tadanobu tergolong tipe orang yang bergerak berdasarkan kepentingannya belaka. Ia cuma akan menanyakan tentang piringan-piringan hitam dan aksesoris turntable saja.

Akan tetapi kali ini Tadanobu tak melihat sosok si wanita tersebut manakala menembus Toko “Beside You”. Secara tidak sadar, Tadanobu sekonyong-konyong memiringkan kepalanya ke kiri sedikit. Suasana menjadi sunyi seketika tanpa racauan berbagai macam bunyi yang bercampur aduk. Tak ada suara yang masuk ke gendang telinganya sekitar dua puluh tiga detik. Posisi kepalanya masih tetap miring sampai gendang telinganya dapat menangkap gelombang suara lagi. Aneh. Harusnya saat ini juga si wanita masih dalam jadwal shift menjaga toko. Tidak biasanya. Mungkin sakit, pikirnya. Atau ada keperluan, pikirnya lagi. Tanpa bertanya tentang si wanita murah senyum kepada penjaga toko penggantinya, Tadanobu melanjutkan  menembus Toko “Beside You” sambil mengucapkan terima kasih. Terima kasih karena telah mengijinkannya lewat. Si penjaga pengganti membalas senyuman Tadanobu dengan dengusan pendek.

Telepon

Telepon berdering tak henti-henti. Dering yang tanpa ujung. Hening. Berdering lagi. Mengganggu tidur.

"Halo."

"Fel, wes maem?"

Fela mengangguk.

"Fel, wes maem?"

Fela mengangguk lagi.

"Fel, wes maem durung? Kok ket mau tak takoni ra njawab?"

"Kan aku wes njawab."

"Njawab opo?"

"Aku wes ngangguk yo..."

Hening di kejauhan. Lantas halilintar menggelegar,

"Iki kan neng telepon. Aku yo ra reti nek kowe ngangguk."

Seharusnya anggukan atau gelengan antar saluran telepon sudah bisa terbaca dari jauh. Seharusnya manusia lebih banyak mendengarkan dan membaca pertanda. #ikingomongopotoyoh *percakapan sembilan tahun silam. *ra ono hubungane karo foto kucing. *tapi kucinge lucu. *pemanasan nulis, nulis cerpen sik tokohe ra kongret.

Coloring Book Vol.4

I've got mine! Yeah. My first doodle is on this book, Coloring Book Vol.4, the coolest book for my future children.

Just arrived from Doodlers Anonymous, Miami Florida. I've got international package. So happy!

See my portofolio on behance.net >>> https://www.behance.net/failasufaka7a7

B O L O N G

Kosong dalam bolong yang melompong.
Gigi berasa ompong tak mampu menolong.
Omong kosong.
Sesungguhnya kosong ini serupa dengan anjing melolong.
Jadi, aku ini macam anjing melolong?
Melolong minta ditolong.
Tolong, tolonglah hambaMu yang kosong.
Kosong selalu mencariMu ke langit yang bolong.

Selagi kutengadahkan wajah ke langitMu,

kutemukan langit itu bolong, bolong hingga menuju rumahMu.

Sebentuk lubang di langitMu.

Kata para orang pintar, itu Worm Hole.

Apakah aku harus terbang ke langit, mengantar surat untukMu,

lantas kutitipkan surat di bolongnya langit hingga sampai padaMu?

Itu agar Engkau menolongku.

Aku butuh ditolong.

Akan kutulis surat minta disokong.

Sokong jiwaku yang ompong.

Menuju langitMu yang bolong.

Rasanya lama kutak singgah dalam pangkuanMu.
Lama kutak merayuMu.
Engkau pasti suka dibujuk, dicumbu, dan dirayu.
Nanti pasti kutulis surat rayuan pula untukMu.


Tuhan, dimana alamat rumahMu?
Ba'da magrib nanti aku akan naik ke langitMu yang bolong,
kukirim surat ini padaMu.
Ladalah, aku malah ngeblog,
gobloknya aku.


Harusnya kuemail saja padaMu.
Tuhan, mana alamat emailMu?
Jadi aku tak perlu naik ke langitMu yang bolong.
Capek. Aku mau tidur. Mungkin sampai ngorok.


Dan Tuhan menggaplok ndasku.
Sakit yo...