Another Departure.. au revoir Boss.. :(

Dearest Readers,,

Rasanya baru kemarin saya posting when the big guy leave the stage .. anddd
we have another departure..

Yang belum-belum udah bikin sedih saya..

Bagaimana tidak, yang akan resign itu kebetulan Head of People and Organization - Pak BTS, yang notabene duduknya sebelahan ruangan dengan saya..

di foto ini, beliau berdiri no 2 dari kanan, menggunakan kemeja putih :) 

Saat mengetahui beliau akan depart saja, sepiii hati rasanya.. belum lagi beberapa hari yang lalu.. saat saya menawarkan seporsi buah untuk berbuka.. kata-kata yang keluar dari beliau adalah.. " Duh mbak, saya rasanya nanti di tempat baru akan kehilangan sekali sosok mbak deh... ".. #mbrebesmili

Sejak beliau bekerja di perusahaan ini, mungkin saya yang paling attached dengan beliau.. if i may say :)..

Kenapa? Ya kami bekerja dalam satu department.. Sejak beliau onboard dadakan -- iya saya bilang dadakan, karena kedatangan beliau tidak pernah diinformasikan kepada kami sebelumnya, saya melihat bahwa selalu ada aura baik yang ditampilkan.. 

Saya ingat, bahwa saya pernah diingatkan bagaimana berhijab dengan benar - menutup dada, dan alhamdulillah sudah saya lakukan. Hal itu hanya beliau katakan kepada saya, despite the fact bahwa ada banyak rekan-rekan yang juga menggunakan hijab. 

Salah satu suri tauladan adalah mengurangi frekwensi travelling bagi kami kaum wanita. Jika hal tersebut harus dilakukan, maka beliau langsung serta merta mengingatkan kami untuk meminta ijin kepada suami. 

#andhowcaniresisthavinghimasmyboss???

Kalau saya jabarkan satu persatu, mungkin anda-anda berfikir bahwa saya mengidolakan beliau..
Well, kata 'idola' mungkin belum tepat.. I also understand that he is just human like me, having some flaws..
Dan wajar aja, kalo nggak, yang ada tiap ketemu si babeh ini, gw sibuk ngeliatin kakinya, napak atau kagak..

hihihi..

well, anyway..

Dari beliau, saya belajar berkomunikasi dengan baik, berusaha menempatkan kepentingan kantor pada porsinya... dan jujur.. saya banyak belajar mengenai bagaimana mempunyai hubungan baik menurut islam..
Maklumlah.. saya masih harus banyak sekali belajar.. dan yang terutama, belajar melihat dari sisi yang berbeda.. Satu sisi saya, sang pluralis.. sangat open minded, cenderung cuek dan straight spoken, berhadapan dengan bapak ini, sang muslim priyayi..hihihii.. Bisa kebayang betapa saya harus berusaha mendengar lebih banyak kan?

anyway,,, I really cant say more ..
He will surely be missed.. dan mudah-mudahan, kesantunan beliau bisa menular...
Mugi-mugi juga, beliau bisa tambah sukses di tempat baru, sehingga saya bisa titip CV #modus..

:)..

Last but not least..

Semoga Allah memberikan rahmat dan hidayahnya, memberikan kemudahan, kesehatan, keselamatan bagi penugasan beliau di tempat baru..

aamiin allahumma aamiin..

Have a safe and pleasant journey, Boss..
'till we meet again... 

Tentang Sepasang Sepatu

Dear Readers,

Tulisan ini saya buat sebagai rasa simpati saya.. atas sepasang anak manusia yang berpisah, karena cara memanggil Tuhan yang berbeda..

Iya.. cara memanggil Tuhan yang berbeda.

Klise sekali ya.. laiknya film-film nasional bergenre romantis, yang lalu dicegah pemutarannya.. Karena dikhawatirkan memicu sentimen negatif.. Iya, memang seperti itu yang terjadi disini.. Sering kali saya berfikir bahwa hal tersebut memang disengaja sebagai salah satu trik marketing. Tapi setelah di'turunkan' dari bioskop, saya harus menunggu sampai VCD asli keluar :( ..

Anyway, sebelum tulisan ini melantur kemana-mana, ijinkan saya melihat dari kacamata pribadi saya.. pemikiran pribadi, dengan beberapa sudut pandang yang berbeda.

Ketika dua orang yang beranjak dewasa, berbeda prinsip, lalu memutuskan untuk berjalan bersama, laiknya sepasang sepatu.. Maka ketika mereka berada di persimpangan, harus ada seseorang yang dengan suka rela menjadi pemimpin, dan seseorang lagi menjadi support.. I always believe that releasing your ego and compromising, both are the keys..

As always, speaking is much more easier, than having yourself trap in that situation.

Somehow, love is unavoidable..
To be truth.. it is..

meskipun saya yakin, akan banyak yang menyanggah bahwa, jika kita mau mengedepankan logika, apalagi iman.. maka ya sepatu kiri dan sepatu kanan akan berpisah dan kembali mencari sepatu-sepatu lain, yang mungkin lebih membuat mereka nyaman..

But..

I believe.. that love is beyond your logic..
There are all kind of love - so never think that you know that much.. ;)

Dan biasanya, cinta dengan beragam halangan yang bersifat prinsipil itu, akan terpulang dari kedua sepatu yang menjalaninya.. Apakan masih sanggup menempuh jalan berliku, naik turun, penuh halang rintang.. atau menyerah pada kondisi yang ada..

Ketika halangan paling besar adalah cara memanggil Tuhan.. Hal itu sangat menyakitkan hati.. Bukankan cara memanggil bukan berarti kita memiliki Tuhan yang berbeda?

Saya pribadi, akan memilih berhenti, lalu mencari sepatu kanan lagi. Namun saya, memilih untuk memilih sepatu kanan, yang keluar dari pabrik yang sama.. Agar si pemilik sepatu merasa nyaman berjalan dengan kami..

Jadi, teman-teman sepatu...
Maafkan postingan saya, yang  mungkin tidak menyelesaikan masalah..
Diluar ini, saya percaya, bahwa Tuhan menyayangi kalian dengan cara yang sama.. Bahwa keputusan yang kalian akan ambil juga seijinNya..
Bahwa, ada banyak sepatu-sepatu kiri dan sepatu-sepatu kanan disekitar anda..

Yang lebih penting, saya percaya, bahwa Tuhan kalian, sama seperti Tuhan saya.
Ketika kita memanggil dengan cara yang berbeda, bukan berarti cinta kalian kepadaNya lebih besar ataupun lebih sedikit dari saya.

Semoga Allah merahmati kalian, dan jalan yang kalian pilih..
aamiin..


slipi, 23 July 2014

Tulus - Sepatu

When they learn how to express their love..

Hello everyone....

Its been a while since my last post.. Well, my 'time management' made me a bit worn out lately -blame to my habit and traffic :).. as always..And i hardly find some moments that made me nailed to my chair, so im able to write some note..

Now, let me share to you another small things that matters to me..

In my previous postings  ini, I expressed my feelings, appreciations to both children we have, for their concern, attention, when i had some ulcer problem..

Last night, on our way back.. as usual, we had some chat..
While he was riding a motorcycle, and i try to beat the silence (or my sleepiness... ) by opening a few 'parents conversation'.. It is always start with :

How's the children?

The answer amazed me..

Apparently, due to a short term class before having Hari Raya holiday, they were taught by their teacher to make a simple craft - a Greeting cards of Hari Raya.

It is made by paper, with a simple method of paper quilting (and to be frank, i have no idea what that is..)
Anyway, so they were handed over somecards in which they will create, write some greetings in it and present it to their parents, either mother, father or both..

When my daughter - Kirana got home, she instantly (as always) take the card out and showed it to my husband. Hubby is always her favorite, a tipical daddy's little girl ..
My daughter is a kind of person that is quite creative and love doing girly figures, as you can see from the picture she made :

The doll that represent herself has eyelashes :) 

I have to admit, she is quite artistic.. Those who knows me and my daughter will be able to tell, that she inherited some from me and some from my husband... 

On the other hand, my son.. Is a tipical boy.. He is close to my husband but inseparable to me. 

Hardly say or show affection - but when meeting the child psychologist , the psychologist told us that he seems closer to me than anyone else.. 

Well, I thought, thats what all boys do .. isnt it? 

To cut the story short, in relation with the art & craft class they were both having during the day, hubby questioned him.. 

Hubby : "Your sister just showed me her result, dont you have one for me as well?"

His answer was short, yet shocking.. 

Raffa : "Oh yes, I do have.. But made it for ibunda, not for you ayah.. "

Hubby :  Can I see it ? 

Raffa : " No, its for bunda.. you cant see it before her.."

When i first hear it, i laugh out loud.. and hubby continues.. 

"He never did that to me, usually he will ask for suggestion, now.. he decide to have you as his priorities.."..

Well.... what can i say then?? 

When we finally got home, meeting the children and my son, hand me over the card.. 

At the beginning, he said. please read it after shalat ied.. 

But 5 minutes afterward, he changed his mind.. and with a shmily gestures handed me over this : 

Look what he wrote : "Aku sayang bunda" 

My son, is a less artistic than his sister, as you can see with the picture he drew.. 

He said the picture represent me.. the car and the high rise building where i go to work.. 

I stunned.. cant say a thing.. 

My son is not a tipical person that can express his feeling.. not into writing nor verbally... but he did  it yesterday.. And i am so gratefull.. I never thought.. being a mother means that you  will have an endless blessings.. 

So, small objects that i received from my children yesterday, is never a small thing to me.. 

They are like a universe packed in a card, wrap with love and sealed with kisses.. 

Dont you think so? I do believe that he inherited the romantic side from his father :) 

Now, let me kneel down and grateful for all blessing that had given to us.. 

God, Thank you for the loving family and friends.. and all gifts that we can hardly say.. 

Thank you for giving us a live that is full of suprises... and ability to enjoy every moment of it.. 

Thank you.. 

we learned a lot from the gifts that you sent to us.. 

Thank you for being with us, and showing us that every single moment counts.. 

That what we've done is harvested today.. 

Thank you... 

*slipi, 18 July 2014*

Holding onto Commitments...

Dear readers,

Before you start guessing what is it that I'm going to tell you.. Let me start by saying thank you to a dear friend and my life partner who always inspire me to write..

I always love to meet old friends, acquaintances or families . There are so many values, experiences or lessons that I learned from them.

This is inspire by one of them ..

I have a good friend - whom I've encourage to call as my best friend.

He's been married for 9 years, and have a daughter whom I adore so much..

This is his story..

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Marriage life, as we all know is never that easy nor that hard. There are ups and downs, like any other aspecs in life.

While others are debating on how and who's suppose to hold on commitment, my friend had shown me that holding into commitment is like dancing.

You might need to lead the way.. But it takes two to tango..  And if ur partner can't do it in the same rhytm, u need to step back and start all over. Do it constantly, continously, and never give up on trying to do so..

He believes that in the end, its yours that count.

Well that, my friends..

Sounds naif..

But suprisingly, this is what he has done so far..

And I found him to be calm in facing all obstacles in his married life.. Too calm maybe.. If its up to me..

But hey, who am I to judge ?

Again...

We can't set a parameter , as people has different perspective, view, or whatever you name it.  Its so true that happiness comes from within... But its even truer that happiness varies among people.

So, what seems to be naif, might be the right formula for some people.. what seems to be almost impossible, can easily be possible for others..

Hearing his stories, reminds me of my first 5th years of marriage,, when i continously upsetting the apple carts, let all apples tumbling down and egoistic enough not taking and putting them back in place.. 

I keep trying to be defensif, see things from my point of view, and care less about it.. 

#sigh.. 

And it brought me nowhere.. 

n o w h e r e... 

Its always my fault agains his fault...
Its pointing fingers without even trying to see the reality
It was - as if i was doing this, you'll be doing that..
It was the most egocentric moment of "I RULE" !!! 

I was so lucky.. when hubby leads the first action.. withdrawing himself from endless misunderstanding.
And what did i do?
Following him, off course.

At that time, I was very jumpy and confuse ..
Its like the 5 years - never ending disagreement i had, when i had no clue on what is going on.. When i refuse to lay back, stepping back and try to see things clearly.

and that, my friend.. what i call egocentric.. when i still see things with my own eyes, without considering others.

The goal was to found out who made the biggest mistakes, stupid comments..
Never looking for solutions nor compromising..

Until one day..
Both of us realize.. that we were not going anywhere...

We decided to stop.. holding hands.. compromising.
Putting our ego back in our pandora box.. and think about these two little cherries of ours..

And..

after a few storms and thundering nights..
We started to see some rainbows of ours..
We started to realize.. that sometimes, even as life partner, we see things in a different point of view..
Sometimes, we just see things differently, because we are two different human being, which have decided, commited to share, compromise, and accept each other..

Good relationships consist of endless discussion, hardworking, and goodwill.
And you cant make it happen in one night.. FOR SURE..

So, dear friends..

Now, I decided to see things not from one angle.. but from different point of view..
I've decided to bow more.. think more and trying not to judge things easily..
Im trying hard to listen more... and speak out clearly - NOT loudly..
I learn from my dear friend.. that sometimes, when we have to give a full trust.. just give it without thinking..
Again.. its ours that counts..

Its your willingness.. your integrity... your goodwill.. its yours..
When you are giving him a space, you'll get your own space.. Whether you have it now.. or later..
It is as certain as sun rise and sun sets

Life,
Treats me kind..
God..
Gave me a firm, loving spouse..
Who loves me dearly.. and see my flaws transparently.. but still accept me as it is..

Now..
I'm closing my writings with some prayer.. to you..

May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

-Slipi, 27 June 2014-

When our daughter turn into my best friend..

Dearest princess...

As years go by.. I can't hardly believe that u're turning 8 and will be on the 3rD grade soon..

I still remember how we were rushing to the hospital and had to go for a  surgery when u're just 8 months inside me.. All the pain was nothing than seeing u for the first time.. Your eyes, eye lashes, rosey cheeks are our endless discussion, until now.. 

And now, you are much more than just a daughter. You are my hand to hold, my psychologist, my best friend, a life-time teacher and partner..

We share tears and laughters, we were partner in crime from time to time, a debate partner - Yess, a helluva tough debate partner....

Being our daughter, you inherit ur father stubbornness and my straight spoken habit. Not a favorite combination, but will surely usefull someday.. :)

I admire your willingness to help me during our 'cooking' moment.. I adore your pretty glance, smiley yet comforting when i just had a rough day at work.. I love your massaging hand, everytime you are trying to amuse me by doing so.. 

Dearest, 

Thank you for everything.. 

Thank you for your understanding.. for all patience that you had,, having me as a so-so mother.. 

Thank you for holding my hand.. sharing your hugs, endless discussion about what, where and when.. 

And off course,.. and endless debate on how i love you.. and why.. 

I have no reason NOT to love you accross the galaxy.. 

always so proud of having you as my daughter.. 

May allah bless your life.. 

Happy milad Putri Shaliha kami tersayang.. 

We love you and pray for you.. all the time.. endlessly.. 

-xoxo- 

At the end.. 

Tapestry.. one short story

There are times,

When I feel like mocking up a boring tapestry 

Yes, a tapestry ..

That suppose to represent diversity - contains lots of colors, patterns and probably textures..

I am so bored mocking up

Prentending how beautiful it is

While it content nothing but a boring pattern

So predictable 

So  usual 

No suprises 

Nothing 

Its a piece of clothing that represent nothing

Like it does not require to be called as tapestry 

But then , 

I stunned 

I remember 

A tapestry .. 

Is far from just a mixture from all sources...

The process itself,

Determine the calling

All ups and downs ..

All feelings

The mixups 

And I'm happy.. 

The clothing turns out to be 

a beautiful tapestry

That contains more than just threads and scenery..