Ujung Penantian Teletubbies

Setelah foto liburan sudah lengkap semua di tangan akhirnya saya memutuskan buat bikin postingan ini.

Jadi ceritanya saya dan ketiga monyet saya sudah lama merencanakan untuk liburan bareng, sayangnya selalu ada kendala. Ijin untuk saya susah turun lah, dana belum cukup lah, travelnya susah lah, banyak -_-. Setelah berusaha mengingat-ingat, saya tetap lupa bagaimana awalnya kita berempat memutuskan untuk liburan ke Bangka. Pokoknya suatu hari setelah kita berempat setuju untuk liburan ke Bangka, kita ngumpul di rumah saya untuk membicarakan persiapan ke sana. Mulai dari harga tiket, pemesanan tiket, disana mau ke mana, daaan lain-lain. Keputusan pembicaraan hari itu adalah, kita berangkat setelah UAS semester ganjil selesai, tepatnya tanggal 11 Januari 2013 dan pulang tanggal 15 Januari 2013.

Tanggal 11 Januari akhirnya datang. Kita berempat pergi pagi-pagi sekali dari Bandung karena harus naik pesawat jam 10.15 dari Jakarta. Nyuti dan Abang terlihat excited sekali karena katanya baru kali ini mereka naik pesawat. Sampai jakarta pukul 09.00, langsung check-in dan menuju ruang tunggu.

maunya nunggu di luar

Cieeeee...

Jam 12.00 sampai di Pangkal Pinang.

mereka bertiga gaya teroooos

Day One. Pantai Pasir Padi

Day Two. Pantai Sumur Tujuh. Tapi sayang karena anginnya lagi kencang, ombaknya kencang juga, jadi airnya keruh.

Liat mereka lagi ngapain -_- (tampak samping)

Pffffft hahahahahaha

hina :(

Day three part 1. PAntai Tanjung Pesona

Day three part 2. Yang ditunggu-tunggu! Pantai Parai!

depan resortnya

Sekian hahaha. Males ngetik. Liat fotonya aja lah yaaaaaa mwaaah :*

Balada penyelamatan Devy di malam tahun baru

Eh sebelum mulai cerita saya mau bilang,

SELAMAT TAHUN BARU, PEOPLE!

Jauh sebelum tanggal 31 Desember 2012, saya dan ketiga monyet saya merencanakan akan merayakan malam pergantian tahun di mana. Karena Ija bilang di rumahnya akan ada barbeque-an, jadi kami memutuskan untuk merayakan pergantian tahun di rumah Ija, tapi sayangnya Ija bilang kalau teman cewe ga  boleh  nginep di rumahnya. Kecewa deh. Untungnya dua monyet yang lain bilang, kalau saya akan diantar pulang saja setelah merayakan tahun baru di rumah Ija. Oke, habis perkara.

29 Desember 2012. Saya, Nyuti, dan Eldi membicarakan kembali mengenai rencana perayaan tahun baru. Mereka bilang sudah fix akan dirayakan di rumah Ija. Lalu Nyuti bilang,

"Kudu nginep ini mah, embung teuing urang balik ti gunung subuh-subuh."

(*Harus nginep ini sih. Ogah banget pulang dari gunung subuh-subuh)

"Heueuh lah. Basa eta ge urang peuting ka si Ija, di jalan tirisna minta ampun", kata Eldi.

(*Iya lah. Waktu itu juga aku malem-malem ke Ija, di jalan dinginnya minta ampun)

Tetooot! Mereka lupa kalau saya perempuan. Eh sorry, lupa kalau teman perempuan itu ga boleh nginep  di rumah Ija. Tapi saya diam saja, ga protes. Sampai saya ditanya Nyuti

"Ikut kan, Dep?"

"Hah? Gatau. Mau di rumah aja. Lagian kan ga boleh nginep di Ija."

"Boleh meureun"

"Waktu itu Ija bilang ga boleh"

"Becanda kali, Dep. Boleh pasti. Sok. Yakin aing mah"

"Yaudah kamu tanyain lagi aja ke Ija. Boleh ato ngga"

31 Desember 2012. Pagi. Saya baru bangun tidur, kemudian lihat hp dan mendapati ada sms dari Nyuti.

Jadi fix, saya tahun baruan di rumah.

Saya sudah beli snack yang banyak untuk dimakan sambil menunggu tahun baru ceritanya. Lalu saya iseng line-an sama orang-orang sambil kepo pada mau tahun baruan kemana. Azi, si ketua himpunan, bilang mau ke car free night sama teman-teman seangkatannya. Saya jadi kabita pengen ikut juga. Eh, ternyata Azi bilang boleh, tapi rencana ini belum pasti katanya. Dia bilang, pokoknya kalau jadi, saya bakal dikabari, terus dijemput. Izin dari Mamake juga turun. Saya diperbolehkan ikut aji CFN-an. Katanya doi kasihan sama saya karena harus tahun baruan di rumah.

Sorenya saya sms Nyuti,

Setelah sms terakhir saya ga dibalas Nyuti, saya lanjut nonton filmnya Cherry Belle yang saya lupa judulnya. Sedang asik nonton tiba-tiba ada yang bergetar di p****t saya. Ternyata saya menduduki hp saya, dan ada sms masuk.

Kyaaaaaa diculik! Saya langsung ke kamar saya, beres-beres baju dan semua perlengkapan nginep. Saya lupa bilang ke Mamake kalau saya akan dijemput untuk pergi ke rumah Ija. Saya lari hujan-hujanan ke rumah tetangga tempat Mamake dan tetangga-tetangga saya yang lain merayakan tahun baru, lalu bilang kalau saya akan pergin ke Ija. Mamake langsung ngebolehin. Lalu saya kembali ke rumah dengan hati riang gembira sambil menunggu Nyuti dan Abang jemput.

 

 

Lucu ya, ujung-ujungnya kita berempat merayakan tahun baru bareng :)

Tension vs. Nyuti part 1

Semester 5 ini memang sesuatu banget. Sudah ada tugas Struktur Beton Bertulang I, tugas Bangunan Air, tugas Peningkatan dan Perbaikan Jalan juga, untung saya sudah ambil mata kuliah Rekayasa Jalan di SP, jadi berkurang satu jatah tugasnya.

Oke jadi ceritanya suatu hari, beberapa hari menju pengumpulan tugas besar Bangunan Air, saya sedang low  sekali. Mungkin karena PMS atau karena beberapa tugas lain belum selesai sementara saya terlalu fokus pada tugas Bangunan Air atau mungkin karena saya ingin sekali pulang lalu belajar Bangunan Air untuk kuis keesokan harinya tapi sore itu saya harus ikut rapat pengurus. Hmmm gabungan ketiganya saya rasa. Iya, saya panik harus mengerjakan yang mana lebih dulu.

Setelah berjam-jam mengerjakan Bangunan Air di kosan Firdha, saya akhirnya ke kampus, ke ruang himpunan mencari Azi, ketua himpunan, buat minta izin tidak ikut rapat pengurus karena ada kuis Bangunan Air besoknya. Ternyata Azi bilang saya harus ikut rapat. Kesal, kesal sekali tapi saya iyakan saja. Saya liat di ruang IASI ada Nyuti, tapi saya tidak masuk kesana karena harus asistensi tugas BA. Di tangga, di luar ruang himpunan, saya bukannya naik tangga menuju kelas tempat asistensi BA saya malah diam. Semua perasaan muncul. Tiba-tiba Nyuti keluar, dia dorong kepala saya sampai dia bisa lihat wajah saya lalu dia bilang
  "Kurang tidur ya kamu teh?"
  "Keliatan ya?" tanya saya.
Lalu saya dan Nyuti duduk di tangga dan dua monyet lain ikut keluar dari IASI.
  "Ikut rapat ga, Dev?" tanya eldi.
  "Gatau. Pengen pulang. Abang rapat?"
  "Ngga, Eldi mau ngerjain BA."
  "Yah terus aku pulang sama siapa? Aku pengen pulang, pengen belajar BA, besok kuis, tapi kata Aji aku harus rapat"
  "Eldi mah udah ijin tadi"
Kemudian Eldi pergi karena harus mengerjakan tugas BA, sedangkan Ija balik lagi ke IASI. Tinggallah saya berdua sama Nyuti di tangga. Nyuti duduk satu atau dua anak tangga di atas saya, sehingga kepala saya tepat sejajar dengan paha Nyuti. Saya mulai menangis sambil menyandarkan kepala saya di paha Nyuti. Saya tidak peduli dengan tatapan bingung orang-orang yang melihat saya menangis. Saya capek, kesal, bingung, pengen pulang. Nyuti mengelus-elus kepala saya. Tiba-tiba saya ingat, seharusnya jam segini Nyuti sudah pulang.
  "Kenapa belum pulang, mas?"
  "Nungguin kamu kan. Rapat ga jadinya?"
  "Pengen pulang" rengek saya
  "Yaudah cus we langsung yu"
  "Ga enak ke Aji, dia nungguin aku"
Saya kembali menyandarkan kepala saya ke paha Nyuti.
  "Pulang aja gih, aku rapat." kata saya.
  "Terus pulangnya gimana?"
  "Sendiri aja. Biarin lah"
  "Yaudah eki tungguin. Lama ga rapatnya?"
  "Gatau, ntar aku tanya Aji dulu."
Lalu saya masuk ke ruang himpunan untuk menanyakan rapat pengurus. Ternyata paling lama sampai setengah tujuh. Saya keluar kembali menuju Nyuti, saya bilang paling lama setengah tujuh. Lalu nyuti jawab
  "Sok ditungguin. Cepet gitu mulainya, biar ga kelamaan"
Akhirnya saya rapat dan tidak berlama-lama di jalan karena pulangnya diantar Nyuti, jadi ada waktu untuk belajar BA dulu. Hehe.

Safe and Sound

Don't you dare look out your window, darling,
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when the music's gone.. Gone

---
(Katniss&Peeta (at the train) during Victory Tour)

When I open my eyes, it's early afternoon. My head rests on Peeta's arm. I don't remember him coming in last night. I turn, being careful not to disturb him, but he's already awake.

“No nightmares,” he says.

“What?” I ask.

“You didn't have any nightmares last night,” he says.

He's right. For the first time in ages I've slept through the night. “I had a dream, though,” I say, thinking back.

“I was following a mockingjay through the woods. For a long time. It was Rue, really. I mean, when it sang, it had her voice.”

“Where did she take you?” he says, brushing my hair off my forehead.

“I don't know. We never arrived,” I say. “But I felt happy.”

“Well, you slept like you were happy,” he says.

“Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say.

“I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says.

“You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.

“It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.”

---
(Katniss&Peeta (at her room) making family book)

It's quiet, absorbing work that helps take my mind off my troubles. I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book. His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. I've seen flashes of this before: in the arena, or when he speaks to a crowd, or that time he shoved the Peacekeepers' guns away from me in District 11. I don't know quite what to make of it. I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don't notice much because they're so blond. But up close, in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they're a light golden color and so long I don't see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks.

One afternoon Peeta stops shading a blossom and looks up so suddenly that I start, as though I were caught spying on him, which in a strange way maybe I was. But he only says, “You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.”

---
(Katniss&Peeta (at the train) on the way to the Capitol for Quarter Quell)

I order warm milk, the most calming thing I can think of, from an attendant. Hearing voices from the television room, I go in and find Peeta. Beside him on the couch is the box Effie sent of tapes of the old Hunger Games. I recognize the episode in which Brutus became victor.

Peeta rises and flips off the tape when he sees me. “Couldn't sleep?”

“Not for long,” I say. I pull the robe more securely around me as I remember the old woman transforming into the rodent.

“Want to talk about it?” he asks. Sometimes that can help, but I just shake my head, feeling weak that people I haven't even fought yet already haunt me.

When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight into them. It's the first time since they announced the Quarter Quell that he's offered me any sort of affection. He's been more like a very demanding trainer, always pushing, always insisting Haymitch and I run faster, eat more, know our enemy better. Lover? Forget about that. He abandoned any pretense of even being my friend. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.

And why should I? I have said good-bye to Gale. I'll never see him again, that's for certain. Nothing I do now can hurt him. He won't see it or he'll think I am acting for the cameras. That, at least, is one weight off my shoulders.

The arrival of the Capitol attendant with the warm milk is what breaks us apart. He sets a tray with a steaming ceramic jug and two mugs on a table. “I brought an extra cup,” he says.

“Thanks,” I say.

“And I added a touch of honey to the milk. For sweetness. And just a pinch of spice,” he adds. He looks at us like he wants to say more, then gives his head a slight shake and backs out of the room.

“What's with him?” I say.

“I think he feels bad for us,” says Peeta.

“Right,” I say, pouring the milk.

---
(Katniss&Peeta (at the training center) spending their last day together before the Quell)

“So what should we do with our last few days?” I ask.

“I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peeta replies.

“Come on, then,” I say, pulling him into my room.

It feels like such a luxury, sleeping with Peeta again. I didn't realize until now how starved I've been for human closeness. For the feel of him beside me in the darkness. I wish I hadn't wasted the last couple of nights shutting him out. I sink down into sleep, enveloped in his warmth, and when I open my eyes again, daylight's streaming through the windows.

“No nightmares,” he says.

“No nightmares,” I confirm. “You?”

“None. I'd forgotten what a real night's sleep feels like,” he says.

We lie there for a while, in no rush to begin the day. Tomorrow night will be the televised interview, so today Effie and Haymitch should be coaching us. More high heels and sarcastic comments, I think. But then the redheaded Avox girl comes in with a note from Effie saying that, given our recent tour, both she and Haymitch have agreed we can handle ourselves adequately in public. The coaching sessions have been canceled.

“Really?” says Peeta, taking the note from my hand and examining it. “Do you know what this means? We'll have the whole day to ourselves.”

“It's too bad we can't go somewhere,” I say wistfully.

“Who says we can't?” he asks.

The roof. We order a bunch of food, grab some blankets, and head up to the roof for a picnic. A daylong
picnic in the flower garden that tinkles with wind chimes. We eat. We lie in the sun. I snap off hanging vines and use my newfound knowledge from training to practice knots and weave nets. Peeta sketches me. We make up a game with the force field that surrounds the roof—one of us throws an apple into it and the other person has to catch it.

No one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta's lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he's practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. “What?” I ask.

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says.

Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I'll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.”

I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you'll allow it?”

“I'll allow it,” I say.

His fingers go back to my hair and I doze off, but he rouses me to see the sunset. It's a spectacular yellow and orange blaze behind the skyline of the Capitol. “I didn't think you'd want to miss it,” he says.

---
(Katniss&Peeta (at the Quell arena) after she attacked by Jabberjay)

I know it's stopped when I feel Peeta's hands on me, feel myself lifted from the ground and out of the jungle. But I stay eyes squeezed shut, hands over my ears, muscles too rigid to release. Peeta holds me on his lap, speaking soothing words, rocking me gently. It takes a long time before I begin to relax the iron grip on my body. And when I do, the trembling begins.

“It's all right, Katniss,” he whispers.

“You didn't hear them,” I answer.

“I heard Prim. Right in the beginning. But it wasn't her,” he says. “It was a jabberjay.”

“It was her. Somewhere. The jabberjay just recorded it,” I say.

“No, that's what they want you to think. The same way I wondered if Glimmer's eyes were in that mutt last year. But those weren't Glimmer's eyes. And that wasn't Prim's voice. Or if it was, they took it from an interview or something and distorted the sound. Made it say whatever she was saying,” he says.

“No, they were torturing her,” I answer. “She's probably dead.”

“Katniss, Prim isn't dead. How could they kill Prim? We're almost down to the final eight of us. And what happens then?” Peeta says.

“Seven more of us die,” I say hopelessly.

“No, back home. What happens when they reach the final eight tributes in the Games?” He lifts my chin so I have to look at him. Forces me to make eye contact. “What happens? At the final eight?”

I know he's trying to help me, so I make myself think. “At the final eight?” I repeat. “They interview your family and friends back home.”

“That's right,” says Peeta. “They interview your family and friends. And can they do that if they've killed them all?”

“No?” I ask, still unsure.

“No. That's how we know Prim's alive. She'll be the first one they interview, won't she?” he asks.

I want to believe him. Badly. It's just ... those voices ...

“First Prim. Then your mother. Your cousin, Gale. Madge,” he continues. “It was a trick, Katniss. A horrible one. But we're the only ones who can be hurt by it. We're the ones in the Games. Not them.”

“You really believe that?” I say.

“I really do,” says Peeta.

---
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
(Safe and Sound, Taylor Swift)

Count on Me - Bruno Mars

Oh uh-huh

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea

I'll sail the world to find you

If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see

I'll be the light to guide you

Find out what we're made of

When we are called to help our friends in need

You can count on me like 1, 2, 3

I'll be there

And I know when I need it

I can count on you like 4, 3, 2

You'll be there

'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Ooooooh, oooohhh yeah, yeah

If you're tossin' and you're turnin'

And you just can't fall asleep

I'll sing a song beside you

And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me

Every day I will remind you

Oooh

Find out what we're made of

When we are called to help our friends in need

You can count on me like 1, 2, 3

I'll be there

And I know when I need it

I can count on you like 4, 3, 2

You'll be there

'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Ooooooh, oooohhh yeah, yeah

You'll always have my shoulder when you cry

I'll never let go, never say goodbye

You know...

You can count on me like 1, 2, 3

I'll be there

And I know when I need it

I can count on you like 4, 3, 2

You'll be there

'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

Ooooooh, oooohhh

You can count on me 'cause I can count on you

*P.S : dedicated to