Portocal Journey

It's an injustice decision to call him callous. He just maintains his perfectionist and try to teach his students to be the best one. That is why he will never hesitate to give zero as your test score. Yes.. that round-shaped figure will decorate your paper right in the right side of your name if you finish the test out of the correct answer. Never think he will tolerate any single piece of mistake. Remedial is the only chance. Haha. But we love our lecturer this one. His enforcement pushes us to be better than we used to be. His rationality plays the role the right way. He will score you based on your competence not from how close you are with him personally.

One another thing, to hear so many rumours about our seniors failing in his subject, worry us so much. That caused Tari made a promise.

"If I get an A. I'll treat you in Kedai Awak!"

Here we go in Kedai Awak because she did it! She gets an A and a promise is a promise. 

Kedai Awak means My Stall in English. Seriously I will never come to this place again if they do not maintain their foods and beverages. The service is so good but we come to a cafe not to see people smiling but the foods. The good foods. But, for the reason of being a person who appreciates food so much, I finish all. 

Last night was the first time from the whole six months of my father's passed away, I ever dreamt of him. Constantly I cried hard the time I awakened from my dream. I could clearly remember his voice in my dream is the same I used to hear when he was alive. Bapak..😢

The dream was not more than 5 minutes in length I hope it was in hours seriously my God. 

In my dream, there was a tree on the ground of our home's right side (there is no one in reality). Bapak was having a nap on its branch and in my dream, I realised my father had passed away. I had no any single piece of fear in my heart seeing my late father is napping before me. 

Sad in my heart but another happy feeling approached my soul, in that dream. I asked him why took a nap on the tree? Why not take one inside? He answered. He answered my questions. I could clearly hear in my dream my father spoke with his real voice when he was alive. 

Suara Bapake 😢😢

He replied "hati-hati di Medan (take care in Medan)" and then he's gone 😭😭

I jumped and asked Nande and sissy exaggeratedly happy if they hear my father's voice right? You listen too, right? 

Then I was awakened.. And couldn't control my tears.. my breath.. my mind.. I am still waiting the answer to come. Why my father leaved us that fast..

For our region, the school holiday season was ended on Wednesday, January 6th 2016. So if other schools started their first day of school on Monday like usual, we still had two days of free time before starting the crazy cray monotone recurring schedules. Monday, the day where people have to go to their office or works, is considered by us to be the best day to have an escape. We thought it would be less crowded. It would not be like the sea of humans in every single piece of tourist attraction location because it was the holidays for schools, Christmas and New Year. But kinda a zonk. Oh yes.. It indeed was Monday. But people looked like they didn’t think it’s the time to back to the reality and stop having vacation. The traffic jam to every where was crazy. We stopped after two or three minutes run. Then stop for another longer minutes. The jam was so long. Start to think maybe this time Monday is not the best choice.

By renting a car we eight went to Berastagi. it is always a nice short trip every time we go to Berastagi. it’s not the place where we can try to visit new places. For people like us, where having holidays is always about if it’s not Danau Toba, it must be Berastagi, going there is all about having the green sight seeing to every direction you see, inhale the so fresh air, having lunch on the grass with other families and relax as well as have a nice nap under the tree, with a view of mountain right in front of your eyes, and also use the as cold fridge water in the public toilet. seriously I feel like my pores are really narrowing when I washed my face with water in Berastagi. our home is only 10 km from the beach so having the cold water used other than to make syrup but washing face is such an interesting experience to tell about. Hahaha..

It’s all we did in Gundaling. Unfortunately Sinabung is still activating its volcanic so there are some interesting places have been forbidden to visit. Lucky us the sun shines brightly. To be honest it’s too bright actually, in short that day is so hot. In Gundaling you can ride a horse. Or pay IDR 10k to take a photo with the horse. There is also a delman. A horse pedicab which you will sit at the seat attached to the horse’s body which will take you to run around Gundaling. Since I am a meat eater but against any activity to exploit animals, I just skip it and not recommend it to anyone. Bringing foods from home is the best decision since the food pricing in there is expensive tasting meh. But if only you want to experience having lunch with this view

We just chat and take a short nap in our tent and continue our trip Lumbini Park. Lumbini Park is a Buddhist Temple area opened free for public. Though it doesn’t limit the visitor to people with any certain religion, we decide not to enter the temple and prefer to see the huge garden it has at the back. We just think it will be so wise if we just let the inside of the temple purely for the right people to pray. If you are a first timer like us, don’t hesitate to ask the gardeners to show you which is the most interested part to see in there. Never be like us. We are so curious with a locked little gate and think if we just jump over it since it is just as high as my waist. Because we ask each other why this gate only be locked while other is opened? Till we know the answer from the gardener that it is the way to the rooms for the Monks.

The garden is so green and huge. It really freshens my eyes seriously. As I remember a doctor ever said having at least 30 minutes seeing the greens will be a great therapy healing our eyes problems. It will rest them as well. The air is so freaking freshening, if only we can make this nature air filter to Pakam and Perbaungan. Haha. It has been evening when we enter Lumbini so we just have 1 hour visit. FYI, if you wish to sightsee how it looks like inside the temple, never visit on Sunday. It is the time to pray. From Lumbini we down the road and drop by to Penatapan. A rest area where we can see Medan and its surrounding in a tiny dots look while enjoy a hot coffee or tea, Pop Mie or grilled corn. Da yum! I recommend you just look straight forward to the landscape in front of you and never look down if you never wish to see a huge scrapheaps.

Time to back home.. time to back home..

Having dinner in Mie Sop Kampung H.M. Joni branch. Seriously we will never come back there for dinner. It tastes like the broth is actually sold out but customers keep ordering the menu so our negative thinking lead us to consider they pour water into the broth. It tasteless seriously. Add exaggerated condiments like chili paste, soy sauce and tomato sauce if you want to make it taste something. Go there for lunch and you will get the best Mie Sop you ever think. The broth is so meaty. I love it because it has FATS but feel so light in my mouth. With sissy we don’t stop praising how delicious the soup is till we finish our meals.

Overall, the short trip is leaving aches to my legs but smiling to my heart.

Kak Hera seriously stated she would frame our keepsake photos with the glass display. Jokingly but lovely warm-hearted sentences she said. "Several years later when I see this photo..Ahh.. This is Muslim, he has been a lecturer. My single friends have been married and having many children". It's that freaking short one and half years of friendship but it really is a bless to acquaint with those 22 amazing people. 

We learn together. Together we learn. It's not all about the subjects and materials from lectuers as the only matters. We learn about life from each other. Learn how to be wise so you can escape from your narrow-minded head to only be close with certain friends only. And refuse to be close to people you think will break your comfort zone. Learn how to be patient because you start to understand it is not your right to hope everyone will satisfy you. You ought to do so to others. No matter it will be a bad feedback in return. 

We are young adults but being kid in heart. After quarelling to think your friends simply wash their hands of responsibility to finish group tasks, we laugh. Getting zero in your formatives, we laugh. Everywhere we go, we laugh. Seriously we always babble. Everyone talks at the same time and no one wish to be the listener.

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Took the photoshoot in Mari Photo at H. M. Joni area. It was almost been postponed because PakBer announced our bad improvement in Qualitative Research and give one extra meeting. Not as a remedy. Just an extended chance for everyone wishing to fix their scores, as he stated.

Funny thing happened. When we were ready for the photoshoot, suddenly I remembered where was Kak Helfi? Kak Helfi? Where was she?? Call her, call her.. Oh she is on the way. No, the studio would close in 20 minutes ahead. Call her.. *puppy eyes to the photographer*

They don’t know it hurts me so hard to hear what they said after my father’s death. His pain is stopped and if he were still alive, he needs to continue suffering the syndrome. It’s like they know what we had gone through, till the point no matter what the worst condition my father had been, we kept thinking those f*cking pains would be healed. It’s a sadly true confession and I’d tried my best to accept my father had passed away..

There were the times when I had some imaginations about my future. What kind of man I will marry with. How many grandchildren I’ll give to my parents. My future husband will drive the car on a family vacation and my youngest child will sit on my father’s lap in the front seat next to my husband. My child will call him Opung. I smiled every time I ended to imagine about that. And now when I try to recall what I always imagine about, I end by crying.

I’d also tried my best to live my life normally. But it’s too hard. Sometimes in the morning, I woke up with tears. What a blank life without you, father, I think. When I was on the way to anywhere, I remembered him. When I was waiting for my brother to pick me up in the bus stop, I remembered how he used to phone me every night based on my campus schedule, and waited me patiently not less then 15 minutes from my coming.

When I ride my motorbike zig-zag due to avoid the stones, I’ll remember the time when we pushed him to move his body so it won’t be stiff. He had been on his sofa for months. So riding me to the bus stop will be one of the exercise to his body movement. He tried his best. To ride the motorbike as good as possible because he did it like he could do it for days. It feared me, actually. He tried his best. To never care what people might think when they saw his skin condition.

And now I try my best. To never let my tears down in between my laughs among people I socialise with. To speak normally like I fully accept my father’s gone. To stop crying when every time to see his pictures on my phone. And to welcome my future without him.

My lovely Evin...

If you read this blog, firstly I wanna show you my deepest regret to be absent in our last discussion for Language pening Planning. Second I wanna say sorry for telling you I couldn't join others because I had scheduled till afternoon. haha. How else? I couldn't help it. Going to smell the mall scent tempted me so badly. So kampung meh! It's true no matter what lah  this condition I will never be able to tell about had struck me on the head, to the point I wanna escape for awhile to try ramen in the newly opened Renjiro Kuu in Plaza Medan Fair.

Chat with Fani two days before the H day. Asked her to meet up on Friday because it was a short-hour work day and there will be no other day if we couldn't manage to meet at that moment. I told her to reach PMF on 1 pm but it turned out we stepped on our feet in there at 2.30 pm. She recommended me this dumpling she had favored since forever. To the point she doesn't need to mention her order because the crew had known her so well; what her favorite is.

There's no run out of topics when I was with this girl. We can chat about everything and it's always filled with laughter. We switch into a transparent persona. No secret anymore. 

Went to try ramen at Renjiro Kuu and it really doesn't suit my taste. It's nothing. It's just I can not adjust the taste with my Indonesia tounge.

Mine. I don't know what its name. The only I remember is the noodle is called udon with beef.

Pani's.

Hello, Bloggie?

Ahh.. Long time no type, eh? I'm not that busy as I used to be in my first semester of campus life. But my laziness to type in here is raising to a new level. This second semester is not that tight. I can breath with no hard brick in my mind thinking that deadly assignments. Lols. I smile and even laugh a lot. Haha..

So what makes me sincerely spend my leisure, sit in front of this laptop typing other than my assignments and materials preparing for teaching? There is something in my mind. Something I can't tell anyone who actually will be a great adviser if I could find the right one. It is something I myself can't understand why there is such a condition like this one. It enthusiasts me to think that it will be a long writing because I can finally find the right rubbish to be a shoulder to cry on. Silly me I still can't explain it fully because I worry. I worry if will be read by people who will recognise me. Although it is impossible like one in a thousand stars in the sky. Lol. But I still want to make it as a memory worthy. So I can recollect it some times later. Hopefully these keywords will be success to remain me what it is about. 

I can't. At least I need to write about this girl with a cute name completely 

She is only one year younger than me. She came after more ore less four months of my coming. Teaching is so new for her but she did it passionately. From how mature she presented herself can lower your self-confident. At least it happened to me. She speaks organized words with a level of politeness from a person you think has graduated from a personality training. She is a humble girl with the sweetest smile I ever see. Her body language is so gentle. She has no acne and her skin is so fair! 

In my sight, the only minus she has is she is fatter than me 

She is a straight minded person. A very 'straight', actually. Till the level she thinks a wrong regulation in an institution is unacceptable. Hey! Ins-ti-tu-tion. Institution! A place  where your level is just two levels higher than the lowest one. Her insights tell her to fix the system maybe. Something considered as a fatal mistake for the people in authority.

She is fired unilaterally  I lost a new friend. A new good friend.

This short review about her is only an opening which will lead my mind later to think why is she fired? What is wrong regulation she wants to straight? Why is she alone? Why is she unaccepted?

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I become happier this semester in my school. Some of my favourite classes have come back from their field industrial practice. Now I can see their ridiculous joking but strangely make my day. They grumble for the assignments I give but keep finishing them in a very good way. They respect me in a sweet manner a young teacher always wishes 

Enough! Back to the topic. I miss you, Sissy.. It's something you've waited for so long. As well as us. Now you have your own family, in which now you are not a princess but a queen. You manage everything and parents' allowance and forbidden is not your priority anymore. And the biggest change is you move into your own home. Not in here, our home. Our; I and them exclude you :(

Everything is changing. This home is kinda quiet since you move. Except the fact that now the duty you used to do is being mine; do the laundry. This house is much different now. The atmosphere. The nagging we do in every morning just because you are so lelet while I am Miss On-Time. Argued for something trivial even fought because of that. But 30 minutes later we talk like nothing happen just because both of us focus on the same thing; the news about celebrity who get endorsement from her illness. Lol. And afternoon meatball time. Even when we try to repeat those whole things. Everything will be not the same.

January 9th 2015 was the date. Akad Nikah was held one day before on Friday. And the ceremony was on Saturday. I could not manage time to snap many photos. What else? It's we pay a photographer for. Lols. But there was another crucial reason actually. I was on a multiple function on that day. As the bride's sister and... servant -,-

The ceremony on Saturday was held in fully Simalungun ethnically way which I can't mention in order one by one and explain the philosophy behind it. Can't wait to get the photos so I can show you all how it will look. So pretty.. People from the both side of couple wore clothes in bright color. Especially our family side. As Bataknese we wear Ulos in any important occasion.

But, how long was I allowed to stand gracefully in my pink gown and heels with 7 cm in height? Not more than 1 hour! And the 6 hours ahead I had to throw my heel and replace it with the comfortable robber flat sandal. Need comfy sandal to walk all day long till the afternoon to check the people we ask to manage the foods for guests in the big kitchen and... everything. My parents are the main casts on that day. Can't be disturbed! And my face is the only one people recognise as the Main Family Member; who has the responsibility to be asked where's the rendang, need money to buy this and that, new guests didn't get enough space to sit and collect the dirty plates. It's wedding ceremony not party. It's held in our home.

The guests were so crowded. Happy to know people fulfil our invitation and so hectic and tired at once. No matter what, the life after the ceremony is the most important thing to think about. Enough I think. I have to return to my material for tomorrow before I transform my self into a young lady with 59-years-old-thought who knows nothing but advice something great theoretically but zero practically. Sok-sok bijak, gitu lah.

I think I'm not truly a kind of someone could be categorized as a true friend, for some of my friends. Even they are my closest ones. I don't know why this feeling is being bigger as the time flies. To make me as the righteous, I'll let my self to think that my friends started it from the first place. They show those attitudes so it's not my mistake to give the same as reward.

To make it simpler, one of them consider me as her rival. She blatantly shows this rivalry atmosphere between us last year. It's about a test to get a job. We applied to different companies! But it had the same regulations. Even information which can help your friend, which won't give you any bad effect, could be really hard to be done. Just because you think it's a competition. Who got job the first was the best, was the winner.

And this year it's happened again. Sadly I'm the one who had been announced for being failed. And she didn't. I mean not yet. *look how evil my mind is*. Just thinking she will pass the test (though her success in the test never give a single piece of reason in my failure) made my heart like boiling water in a sealed pan. Just like what my bro ever said jokingly, "which one is sadder? Look at your friend in trouble or she is luckier than you?" Lol..

Am I that bad?

No lah! I still have some friends I care of with the whole heart of mine. I congratulate them sincerely from the deepest of my heart. I support them in every decision they make and advise them with utterances which I produced by being a big wise thinker. Even if I know their success will be greater than I can achieve. Because they are not only friends for me but the Best ones of mine.

Ahh.. I just transfer some amount of money sums up my five months salary to be tortured five months ahead. Lol. Kidding.. I just pay my college cost fee, though =￣ω￣=

Tried to do it in bank at campus but there is happening a reshuffled teaching schedule in SMK and it was so hectic. Most of the teacher nagged for the reducing and increasing too much teaching hours. I replace my current class with others but I hope this new schedule will be okay with mine in Medistra.

Talk about Medistra, me and the Gossip Ladies in SMK had a lunch in Bakso Mas Tri (Bro Tri's Meatball; Mas is the Javanese way to call older man). It's really close to Medistra. I regretted because these ladies didn't tell me first, so I could postpone eating my lunch I prepared from home before. Turned out I ate the meatball with full tummy ㄟ(≧◇≦)ㄏ

I ordered meatball soup without noodle. And the rest ladies ordered chicken noodle with meatball and additional FAT as topping O_o. The soup is so light and no worry the thick one due to overload of fats in it. The best drink to accompany us eating fatty meatball actually is lime juicy but we ordered iced sweet tea. There are also quail eggs and chicken gizzard satay to be the additional topping. The taste of everything served in there are so yummy with affordable price as well.

It'd happened for more than often. I'd envied people around me for so long already. I know. I'm insecure. I dunno what a great amount of bless God had and will give to me. A family; though problems (some are so tough to go through) love us so much. A higher education which I had planned since years ago but I still half believe I can achieve it. The opportunities which I had waited for approaching me for almost two years of waiting. More than enough love and laugh from and with the beloved people surround me. But, hey! I'm not a saint who will feel everything is ENOUGH. I'm a common human being. I dunno what Enough is.

Our beloved Prophet said that enough in the case of money is, when you can fulfill your needs from the sun rises till it sets, from the money you earn from that one day. But I want more. I want beautiful.dresses to wear. I tempt nice bags and delicious foods. Am I that sinner? Am I so?

Mommy said to me, I should not look at my self only. Look at the people who are being lower than me. Actually it's about the civil servant entrance exam in which I was failed at. My friend, a good friend of mine, passed the test and she will leave for a brand new life. Brand new future in her hometown where she will settle in a very good job. I envy! I'm happy for her. And precisely my happiness will be greater if I WERE in the same position as her. As the chosen.

I tried so hard to block my mind from thinking if only those 4 people who pass the exam unpredictably forget to check the website where it was officially announced or something (not till the point they got hurt) happened so the people under their names in the list up to replace them. What a f¥¥k!!! Shame on me!

This week will be one of the happiest moment for my parents. Our eldest sister will get married. Something they had waited patiently for long time. It will be the first wedding in our family. How my dad had tried his best to be healthy from being hospitalized two times in 2014. Just to welcome his daughter's dream comes true. I just think if I passed the test, my parents' happiness will be multiple.

I am a wise girl to friends in trouble. I advised them with care and sincere. I uttered the best words my brain can produce to make them sure if everything will be okay in the end. Like anon said, if it's not okay, it's not the end. But why are those pretty phrases not applicable to me? To my mind, exactly.

I know I'm foolish. I have a typical South East Asian girl eye size, kinda big eyes. But I can't see what a blissful life I have. Now I have an excuse to be more pathetic: I need a mirror to look at my self. And the mirror doesn't exist.

I do not want to be cursed. I want to reflect my self to others:

~ There are still some friends, some people I know, still can not earn money on their own. While I can! It's not a big amount of money I earn monthly but I rarely ask mommy just to fulfill my side needs.

~ Too many people are getting too many problems with their education. I can climb to higher level and some issues spread that started this year, postgraduate will be more 4 years to finish. I felt kinda late to apply to my postgraduate due to the higher cost fee than last year. But thinking the 4 years I will have to go through if I am late another one year kinda entertain me. But can I nag last once more (for this paragraph only), if I applied one year faster, I had been in the third semester and the cost is cheaper. *got kicked by Mt. Fuji*

~ My family is completely happy. Problems love us. But problems love everyone on this planet called Earth. They knocked every door and impolitely enter your life. Alhamdulillah, thanks God. He had kept us hundreds solutions for each problem. Just we can find them rightly or not. Every problem are solvable. It's only our decision to break it or just let it stay still.

~ I love my students. Do you know this feeling? Kids (they are teenagers, actually) from nowhere whom you acquainted with in a place called school. You and them introduced yourselves alternately. And the time flies. You realized how you hope the best come to each student you teach.

What I'm sad for? It's not shaming to say my self is a religious person. I believe in God has setted up the best future for me. For my family.

Last two weeks I and my sister finally had a time to give Rumah Burger a try. We reached there by our motorbike because it was located not in a common culinary bussiness area. It was in a housing residents in Medan. I have to admit delicious foods do not need any special commercial location. People will hunt them no matter what! 

It was served on a plate as big as a round tray! We could not finish it. No worry. They provide us free styrofoam to bring our undone foods home. My sister ordered ice lime and kuini float for me. Oh, that day was a treat from her. hehe..