Old Letter

Jakarta, 13 Juni 1998

Peluk cium

Buat Nanda Haries

Sekeluarga di Bima

Aries............. sini dong!

Aries nyanyi dong, pasti Aries sudah pintar nyanyi Bima,

Aries kalau mau pintar nyanyi Bima, belajar dong ama Kakak Dian, Kak Ning, Bang Husni, Bang Arief dan Bang Leo juga Abang2 dan Kakak2 yang lainnya.

Aries kalau bisa nanyi dan mengaji, Aries jangan lupa ngajiin dan nyanyiin Tua Aji, Tua Umi dan Abu Tua, biar nenek kakeknya sayang ama Aries. Tapi awas lho! Aries nggak boleh rewel, nggak boleh nakal, apabila Aries nakal nanti bisa - bisa temannya Aries pada nggak senang.

Tapi ayah yakin pada naknda Aries. Aries pasti jadi anak yang periang, anak yang pintar, anak yang baik, sehingga membuat teman - temannya tambah senang dan makin dekat dengan Aries.

Aries.... pesan Ayah!

Aries makan yang banyak biar badannya cepat gede dan cakap.

Oh yach bagaimana dengan rambutnya? Pasti udah panjang sekali, jangan dicukur biarin aja panjang, Ayah senang kok lihat rambutnya Aries yang lebat dan panjang. Jangan dicukur dulu, nanti di Jakarta, biar Ayah aja yang cukur.

Aries.... Ayah ada kirim baju dua stel buat Aries. Ayah pengen beli yang banyak tapi Ayah nggak punya duit. Pengen juga sich beli buat Bang Arief, Bang Husni, Bang Leo dan Kak Ning, tapi apa boleh buat ayah masih krisis. Nanti insya Allah, kalau ayah ada rejeki entar juga kebagian, pokoknya sekarang Aries doain aja biar Ayah banyak rejeki. Aries doain dong, udah bisa baca doa apa belon, kalau belon bisa, minta belajar ama Tua Aji, Tua Umi dan Abu Tua. Okey!

Aries sampai disini dulu yach, abisnya Ayah udah capek nanti lain kali Ayah akan cerita banyak. Tapi tunggu jangan kemana mana dulu, sebelum pesan - pesan berikut. "Aries sabar yach jangan nakal." Okey........

Kita berpisah dulu yach Riis.....

Dadaaa..... Daa daa....

Wassalam....

Cup sayang dari Ayah.

I was 2 years old back then and my mother and me live separately from my Dad. We live in Bima while he lives in Jakarta. Our life was not as good as now because the living cost in Jakarta was too high back then, rebellion everywhere and monetary crisis occurred. The salary of my dad wasn't big enough but he loves to send me some money.

My Dad is not a poet neither is a doctor, but he is super genius to me. He just finished his bachelor and majoring Political Sciences but he can do almost everything. He is the one who taught me the essential of living. He is always there to support me whenever I'm not in my best condition. Although he is so strict, but I know he has his own purpose to make his kids better than him. I'll be a Dad like my Dad when I grow up, even if I can't 100percently be him but he is my role model. He is the best Dad that I ever had.

I'm counting time. Time when I'll leave this house for my study. It has only been 3 months since I arrived here. Since I came back to my heaven, my home. It's not big and not filled by glorious furniture, but home is the place where I can feel like living, wherever I go. Thank you for everything Dad, Mom and my brothers. Thank you for loving me that big.