6 Months of Torture

6 MONTHS

I’ve tried to stay calm but I give up.

I always avoid doctor, medicine, waiting room and hospital smell

but there is A THING that forces me to face that cold place monthly.

 

I’ve got pain in my stomach at the first day of my period.

Even if I consume the herbal medicine up to three bottles a day, it doesn’t work.

Screw you advertisement!

It takes months, ‘till January 2012,

“I have to visit the doctor, the pain is killing me”

Waiting for hours in a room with those pregnant women and their unique smell is a torture.

Give me my youth back!!!

“I need to get therapy for 6 months”

I don’t care about the injection.

I do care about the bills.  

Doctor: “It can’t be totally healed by the therapy, listen…this is a GOD secret. After having a baby, you are free from the disease. Do you have a boyfriend? I believe you have one because you are a university student. he he he...” 

having a baby is not that simple doc... -_- 

What the….

The worst part is… I have to sit and wait in-that-killer-waiting-room.

I don't like it and everything in it!

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THE 40th DAY

THE 40^th DAY

  A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist. Stewart Alsop

                Been busy this week but I’ve got something precious.

            I am Indonesian with Javanese culture. I was born in Pekanbaru which is a place of Malay people. Growing up and having friends here make me a stranger in my own culture, Javanese. Yep, both of my parents speak Javanese. I understand what they are talking about but I’m not sure if I can utter the same language. There’s a special accent in producing Javanese words.

            

           Non Javanese : Apa kabar?

           Javanese         : Apha Khabar?

   

Do you see the difference?             

            My grandfather was passed away about 40 days ago. As a good Javanese, my parents invited people to gather and pray for his soul in the 40th day after his death. We are Catholic and this month is May, a month of the Virgin Mary, we all prayed rosary together inside my house.

           

We were busy all day. Starting in the morning my Buk’de (auntie) and Mbak (elder sister) cooked the food for the pray event. 

            What kind of food? Indonesian cuisine of course
 

Here is a special story :  Before his day, my grandfather ordered his children to cook “nasi gurih” 

(the rice that is steamed with coconut milk) for his 40^th memorial day.

These are pictures of our cuisine :

 

There is also a tradition of delivering “nasi berkat” (blessing rice) to the neighbours . 

These are the pictures of it:

 first, put the vegetables, "kerupuk," and "lauk-pauk"

 in the plastic to make it more hygienist and easy to set

 second, put "nasi gurih" and all in the "besek"

 now "nasi berkat"is ready to deliver to the neighbors

I proud to be an Indonesian 

I proud to be a Javanese

I proud to be a Catholic

I proud of my parents who save the tradition

Family traditions counter alienation and confusion. 
They help us define who we are; they provide

something steady, reliable and safe in a confusing world.
Susan Lieberman

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