May, 9th 2015

Kalo weekdays minggu ini dihabiskan dengan bulak-balik naik elf ke Sumedang buat wawancara, pas giliran weekend tiba gue bingung harus kemana. Jatinangor terlalu kecil untuk dijelajahi alhasil gue ke Bandung sekalian nyari jeans atau celana lah intinya berhubung gue cuma bawa celana satu doang yang udah gue pake dari berangkat. Sebenernya bawa baju banyak tapi lupa bawa jeans -_-

Akhirnya jam 12 gue berangkat dari kosan. Gue turun angkot di gerlam. Sebenernya sih damri bakal lewat situ cuma possibility gue dapet duduk kecil. Shit, gue lupa akan hal itu akhirnya di tengah cuaca yang terik sangat gue jalan kaki ke gerbatama unpad. Hampir sampe di tempat mangkalnya, gue masih bisa liat tuh bempernya si damri. Pas udah ngejar, eh damri ke dago nya jalan. Siakek kan akhirnya kata orang-orang gue disuruh ngejar ke pos yaudah lah gue balik ngelewatin jalan tadi berangkat untuk sampe ke pos polisi, lari ya bo lari. Lelah gue. Akhirnya nunggu 5 menit datenglah tuh damri. Ngehe pertama adalah ketika damrinya panas, AC nya didn’t work, mana diri lagi gue zzzzz. Pas sampe di ujung Jalan Supratman lumayanlah dapet duduk dan cuaca waktu itu mendung jadi adem ayem gimana gitu. Pas di kolong Dago turunlah gue. Itu berdasarkan rekomendasi mas asong mending ke BIP dulu. Yaudah deh gue ikutin. Sebelum naik gue bilang abangnya minta turunin di BIP. Pas ngelewatin electronic center apaaaa gitu, kalo gak salah sih BEC, gue udah curiga sih soalnya disitu rame orang. Ngelewatin juga Lotte Mart tapi gue gak yakin soalnya kecil. Mas asong pernah tuh ngajak gue kesitu, at least pernah lah ngelewatin situ. Tapi berhubung abang angkotnya belom ngasih tau yaudah gue santai aja. Lama-lama gue panik juga kan pas gue tanya BIP dimana eh abangnya sekip. Dor!!!! Ngehe kedua itu ya. 

Itu posisi zonk gue lagi di depan sebuah mall kecil gue lupa namanya apa. Intinya gue cuma harus naik angkot balik sekali nanti turun di BIP, well gak di depannya sih nanti tinggal jalan dikit. Setelah nanya mbak-mbak di angkot akhirnya gue turun di depan Lotte Mart. Posisi udah ujan tuh Berhubung belom tau harus kemana akhirnya gue nyebrang aja masuk dulu ke Lotte Mart. Setelah hujan reda, akhirnya nyebrang lah ke BIP. Masuk keluar outlet sampe akhirnya nemu jeans yang pas juga.  

Dari situ gue niatin ke PVJ. Sekalian cuci mata pemandangan yang lebih oke. Hasil nanya security disuruh naik angkot pas dari depan PVJ ke arah Ledeng. Gue bilang ke supirnya lagi dengan penuh senyum paling cakep hari itu, tolong saya mau ke PVJ jadi nanti turunin di tempat yang ada angkot ke sana. Akhirnya melewati macet yang super sekali sepanjang Jalan Cipaganti. Di dalem angkot ada empat orang mahasiswi UPI fakultas mipa, gue tau jurusannya tapi yaudahlah ya gak usah disebut. Intinya gue tau banget mereka maba. Pertama taunya, gaya mereka ngomongin cowok, kontennya, pemilihan diksinya masih ala-ala anak abg tapi mereka udah kuliah, yaudah berarti maba. Kedua, taunya mereka masih ada matkul agama. Ketiga, ada satu yang ngomongin tentang bayar kosan deh intinya udah setahun aja jadi musti bayar lagi. Dang! I was completely right.

Setelah berjam-jam di angkot, sampailah ke titik terdekat tuh angkot bisa mengantarkan gue (apaan sih ti). Dari situ gue jalan kaki lah soalnya gak ngeliat ada angkot dan macet banget sepanjang jalan menuju PVJ. Laper bingit karena terakhir makan paginya Cheetos sama segelas White Coffee French Vanilla, sungguh perpaduan yang terrible. Pada saat itu pengen banget nasi goreng dan es teh manis yaudah apalagi kalo bukan Solaria. Dari PVJ gue nanya seorang petugas pake seragam kuning ada corak batiknya di lengan. Gue nanya kalo ke Braga naik apa trus kata dia “susah teh udah gak ada angkot kalo mau naik taksi.” Yaudah gue tanya lagi “kalo ke Baltos a’ bisa naik angkot gak?” trus dia jawab “sama aja teh gak ada angkot langsung ke sana lagian udah malem gini gak ada angkot mending naik taksi aja, tuh ada langsung.” Udah gak respect, gue bilang makasih trus gue tinggal. Iyalah gue baru ngeh dia pegawai salah satu penyedia taksi.

Akhirnya gue jalan ke pertigaan. Gak mungkin lah udah gak ada angkot, itu baru jam 19.30 ya. Gue juga ngerti gak bakal ada angkot langsung ke Baltos tapi at least gue kan bisa nyambung angkot lagi nanti. Gue nanya ke satu supir angkot katanya mending naik angkot biru jurusan Sukajadi. Sip, pas banget ada angkot biru, naiklah gue. Lagi-lagi pesen ke supirnya, gue bilang mau ke Baltos jadi nanti turunin ya. Kata dia oke dan dia bilang dia gak lewat depan Baltos-nya banget jadi gue harus jalan kaki sedikit. Gue bilang gapapa. Itu udah jauh tuh jaraknya sejak gue di angkot. Gue curiga juga kan lama-lama kok gak nyampe-nyampe. Gue tanya lah si abang eh dia lupa ternyata. Anjir, kampret lah pokoknya. Gue disuruh naik angkot balik dari sebuah perempatan nanti tinggal nyambung angkot lagi sekali (katanya). Ngehe ketiga tuh.

Ngehe keempat adalah ketika dari perempatan itu ada angkot tapi ngetem dan belum ada penumpang satupun which is going to be so long nungguin dia. Gue tanya aja deh arahnya dan harus ganti angkot kemana. Dia bilang gue harus ke perempatan yang di depan sana. Buset deh dari situ aja belum keliatan sama sekali ya. Gue jalan cepet lah itu posisi udah setengah 9. Emang gak ada 1 km sih  tapi tetep aja gempor. Sampai di perempatan gue bingung akhirnya ada mbak-mbak berkerudung lagi nungguin angkot keknya. Gue tanya lah kalo mau ke Baltos, katanya mesti naik dua kali. Dia malah bilang “bareng saya aja kalo gitu nanti naik mobil ke Dago.” Alhamdulillah emang there is always a way. Gue turun duluan kan dan gue gak henti-hentinya bilang terima kasih. She saved my night! Turun di sebuah perempatan lagi dan pokoknya udah dijelasin sama mbak-mbaknya dimana gue harus nunggu angkot. Ternyata dari situ deket banget semenit doing kali gue duduk eh nyampe Baltos, cuma mesti bayar 2rb (pesen si mbak hero gue).

Sampe travel Arnes, shit banyak yang ngantri gue udah feeling gak enak tuh. Ternyata kalo gue mau, gue harus nunggu 4 mobil lagi. Jadi pas gue dateng, baru berangkat mobil ke-7 sedangkan gue dapet mobil ke-11. Mammmmaaaammm!!!!

Gue buru-buru telpon mas asong, Kesel juga dia kebiasaan ditelepon Line gak diangkat, ditelepon manual dialihkan. Baru pas gue message “angkat plis” baru deh dia ngangkat pas ditelepon lagi. Disitu udah mau mewek tuh. Gue ceritain kejadiannya kalo gue dapet mobil ke-11 trus gue mendengar kayaknya dia bunyi “ckkkkkk gimana dong mana kosan gue ditutup jam 11, aduuuh bentar deh gue bilang temen gue dulu.” Gue pikir dia bete. Gak dapet jawaban gue harus beli tiket apa enggak dan di sisi lain kalo gue gak cepet beli itu keburu gue dimasukin mobil ke-12. Sambil nelepon langsung gue kodein pake jari kalo gue mau beli 1 tiket. Sumpah pas banget gue terakhir soalnya habis gue itu udah mobil ke-12.

Disitu gue mau mewek tapi malu. Kenapa ya? Mungkin karena lelah dan karena tertekan kondisi dimana gue harus ngejar waktu tapi harus nunggu, dan memikirkan back up plan di sisi lain. Udah kaki gempor, panas dingin, haus, trus mas asong terdengar bete. Itu mata udah berkaca-kaca sebenernya. Akhirnya gue ceritain ke temen-temen gue yang lagi chat. Bodo lah random-random deh gue curhat. That’s what friends are for, right? Listen to you everytime you need them.Pengen cerita unek-unek semuanya dari awal tapi kepanjangan. Bahkan pas cerita ke seorang temen gue cuma kirim capture-an gue cerita keluh kesah di grup wa saking mager ngetiknya tapi pengen cerita. Somehow I realize that I still have friends I can randomly tell stories to everyday. At least, there is always a place to make me relieve.

Jam 9 lewat belom dateng juga tuh mobil sampe mas asong nyuruh naik taksi aja. Pokoknya gue harus udah keluar dari Baltos sebelum jam 10. Tapi gue sabar menanti kok hingga akhirnya dateng juga :”)

Di jalan, posisi udah ngantuk dan lelah lagi-lagi pake sangat. It was when I realized I couldn’t be that strong just like I thought I always could be. All the plans yesterday finally being thrown away since I felt tired and I just couldn’t make the plan happened. Lo tau gak sih? Tadinya gue berencana untuk gak balik ke Nangor. Gue berencana untuk berdarah-darah ngerjain di sebuah kafe 24 jam maybe di Bandung. That’s why gue udah bawa segala macam perlengkapan untuk stay awake at a coffee shop but hell this body couldn’t lie when it already felt such a wreck. I am so sorry dear, I just always think you are strong enough to let me going everywhere I wanna go and doing everything like I planned it. Then, sorry that I was wrong.

Setelah beberapa tahap ke-ngehe-an hari kemarin, gue sampai kosan dengan selamat pukul 10.46 pm. Dari gerlam sayangnya harus jalan kaki karena angkot udah jarang banget. Mungkin itu jadi ngehe kelima. But for whatever happened, Thank God for always keeping me safe :”)

G. Koentji

Yesterday, I got a chance to visit one of the tourist places in Sumedang, West Java. I was actually looking for something more challenging and thinking about paragliding in this county. I had been there in Toga and almost took Ojek to go uphill but when I asked the driver whether paragliding was available up there, they said no. It doesn’t have a definite schedule. As time might tell that it is lack of public’s enthusiasm and ends up with slight of visitors. I think there are so many factors. Maybe lack of publications, maybe it is quiet exclusively only for them who really like sport while on the other side, it also costs us a little bit expensive for one glide, around 300,000/400,000 idr and it is normal for paragliding. 

I found peace and quiet

Take a break, seeing the main road from above

So after I got nothing in Toga, I decided to take plan b which is visiting Gunung Kunci. I only had to walk a little bit passing through the intersection around Toga and took 03 which directly brought me to Gunung Kunci. It is not also far from the center of local government offices while it also only takes 5 minutes from Alun-alun Sumedang. I could see even before I walked through the main gate that this place still saves some peacefulness and quietude in surrounding. The entrance fee is really cheap, only 3,000 idr. There are some level of stairs I have to walk through until I could find this little good seat for taking a rest a little bit. It was really tranquil being there. Just sitting and wondering if there was a perch echoing some birds singing something perhaps . I only had mineral bottle and I skipped breakfast either lunch today. How terrible!

It's written G.Koentji,
 a reason why this place is called Gunung Kunci

It is actually not that damaged

Then I tried to walk slowly and found the gate of the fortress which being the power of attraction why I was there. It is the fortress defense made by Netherlands during World War I, 1914-1917. Caves and bunkers are here built to protect Dutch military from attack. They also put up a cannon facing straightly into the center of government.  The fortress defense deliberately built over the hill so that Dutch could easily monitor all the movements from above. I know it was quiet scary to go around the bunker just by myself but then when I arrived in front of the gate which was written” G.Koentji”, three teen girls called me and asked me to join them went inside the cave. It was really dark I’m not lying. I couldn’t see anything around just totally darksome so I had to turn on flashlight from my phone. Maybe we were too afraid to explore the whole rooms and spots so we just passed it so quick, not even a minute. Actually we could also check the rooms we saw on our right and left and it was leading us maybe to somewhere darker inside but I didn't think I should go there without any guide, it might be bad for any reason. I remembered that it once ever became a place for Uji Nyali or in English perhaps it could be like a gut’s test of kinda supernatural things or something like that. Before we went out, we gotta pass through some stairs and finally found some disorganized stones. This place might not have any guide so I don't know what happened to the messed up think behind the cave. Maybe it is something remain related to the destruction. The fortress are really well built even after it’s stacked by hundreds of pine trees and mound of soil. But then it was finally destroyed right before Dutch left Sumedang. A version says it was bombed by Japan while the other says even done by Dutch itself. Some debris still there just so we know that Sumedang can’t be just left behind.  It has been a part during fight history.

Keep moving!

Yes, these foot have been so worn out to walk but I gotta keep moving. I’m being chased and I don’t have any power to turn back and don’t even have time to turn around. All is about chasing back another stuff which I can call it goal, dream. Sometimes I wanna be just sit around, avoid anybody, have a cup of drink, and watch what’s happening around me but now, I think I’m feeling enough. I miss home, I miss my friends, I miss laughter. That’s all. 

Dua Minggu Lalu

Sorry when I always tell about what's happening with me recently but trust me this is just because I am dying of being alone here. No friend, not even acquaintance. While I am too lazy to start writing chapter 5 of that shitty paper you-must-know. Before I start to write about how I am for these couple days, let me tell you what happened two weeks ago. So, two weeks ago, I had been here for only one night. I was leaving Jakarta in the morning to Bandung. Something I had to take care in Jalan Supratman, then I had to go to Jalan Riau and ended up at Gedung Sate. Noon was the last time I had something to eat itu juga bakso barbelnya Agung Hercules di Jalan Riau sebelah Disparbud Jabar. Ngejar Damri terakhir dari DU jam 5 karena gue harus ketemu mas asong yang mau menyerahkan kunci kosan karena dia harus balik ke Jakarta. Kebetulan dia sama Sani udah dapet tiket kereta ke Yogya besok paginya jadi mau gak mau harus pulang ke rumah malem itu. Pas masih di Damri gue Line mas asong nanyain dia mau mamam malem gak kan di Nangor ada Giggle Box tuh baru nah maksud gue kita ketemuan aja di Giggle Box biar gue gak mondar-mandir eh dia gak bales2. Ditelepon gak bisa kan ngehe ye. Yaudah gue berasumsi bahwa dia gak mau gue traktir.

Pas gue nyampe kosan baru dia bilang, "Lah lu gak jadi ke Giggle Box?" Preeeet gue bilang mamam tuh Giggle Box. Line gak dibales, ditelepon via Line gak diangkat, ditelepon manual dialihkan. Katanya "sorry tadi gue lagi di kamar temen gue, hape gue tinggal di kamar." Kupreeeeet -_-

Doi tetep berjuang buat jadiin tuh makan di Giggle Box berhubung doi anak kosan kalo mau makan disitu mikir dulu ampe botak. Di sisi lain, gue disanguin lebih sama ibu bapak jadi ya tenang lah mau beli yg paling mehong juga gue bayarin.

Pokoknya disitu agak kompleks deh. Dari yang gue males keluar jalan kaki, trus pas mau pinjem motor kendala juga karena mas asong mikir nanti dari Giggle Box agak ribet karena harus balikin motor dulu ke kosan trus dia jalan kaki keluar gang trus naik angkot ke balik ke arah Cileunyi. Pas gue bilang biar gue yg bawa motornya kata dia jangan berhubung jalan raya Bandung-Sumedang itu ya isinya truk-truk gitu sedangkan gang kosan mas asong masuknya kudu nyebrang dulu. Dia ngajak naik angkot tapi gue males. Bukan males naik angkotnya sih masalahnya jalan dari gapura ke kosan mayan jauh dan gue waktu itu dalam posisi lelah pake sangat. Gue bilang ke dia gue mending gak makan deh daripada harus jalan kaki. Akhirnya dia rela nyari pinjeman motor ke temennya eh tapi ternyata temen-temennya yg punya motor di kosan lagi pada keluar semua *zonk* dan disaat yang bersamaan Ipul minta transfer uang buat beli tiket balik mudik yang harus kudu banget gue transfer malem itu karena jam 12 malem Ipul bakal perang. Masalahnya, duitnya ada di atm bokap dan kita berdua gak tega ngebiarin bapak keluar cuma buat transfer doang. Toh kalaupun ada e-banking doi gak mudeng -_-

Karena takut mas asong sampe rumah lebih dari jam 12 malem dan Ipul bakal gak dapet tiketnya, yaudah akhirnya mas asong transfer ke Ipul pake duit yg ada di atm gue dulu sebelum balik ke Jakarta. Jadi doi bawa atm bni gue ampe Jakarta karena daripada ribet mondar-mandir. Udah gue wanti-wanti jangan sampe tuh kartu lupa dia bawa ampe Yogya. Mampus gue gak makan seminggu nunggu dia balik.

Alhasil itu malem gue gak jadi makan. Besok paginya, mau beli bubur dulu tapi mager yaudah langsung lah ke Alun-alun Sumedang. Habis itu baru ke Pemda sampe siang baru deh balik lagi ke Nangor. Sebenernya pengen banget bubur ayam tapi kata mas asong adanya cuma pagi doang. Alternatif kedua yang bisa masuk ke lidah gue pada saat itu ialah lumpia basah. Padahal mah belom pernah nyobain ya gue sok-sokan aje bisa nebak gimana rasanya. Akhirnya, gue ke kosan dulu, tidur sejam, habis ashar baru cabut balik ke Jakarta. Sebelumnya, mampir dulu di Gerbang Lama a.k.a Gerlam buat beli lumpia basah. Ternyata baru makan setengah udah mager lagi buat makan.

Duh coba pola makan gue begitu terus yah. Seneng gue bisa kurus lama-lama.

The Happening

Remember when I arranged some kinda poetic line years ago. I never blame anyone for not appearing to adjust the comforting time I always wished. Until a day told me the exact happening when it always felt so into the line. 

That hiss of wind outside the door successfully bringing up something I’ll always miss, well perhaps wish.While the touch of fresh air finally be my favorite kind of weather and leading me into lovable new unexpected whiff. The perfect time for me to actually hope but then I didn’t because who the hell of this self?

Thank God, rain is not yet showing up. People say the smell of rain can actually calm me down but I’d rather have my new favorite scent. After piling in and out of thousand places and hundred cups I had seem to be getting paid off. Something which could always make me avoid the hatred in this crisis. I really like adjusting around with that something.

Shall be appropriate but shan't be the way.

Everybody should know where to stand at the end.