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They told me, in Indonesia, Eid Mubarak is a day for apologize.

I always wonder if the forgiving is real or just a stupid platitude.

The small example is, if our chicken is stolen, shall we forgive the thief?

Or if we’re going home for celebrating the Eid, then a truck scratches our car in the middle of the trip, shall we forgive the truck?

Or instead we don’t forgive them, but we keep report the chicken’s thief and the truck driver to police?

Coz then if that’s the way it is, the jail will be solemn in the Eid coz all prison’s forgiven.

Coz as what Tao Ming She said in Meteor Garden, if apologize is useful, then what does police stand for?

As yesterday I grinned painfully coz my ankle was swollen, it was thought in my mind that I needed to see an orthopedist. But yesterday was Sunday, I knew no orthopedist would open.

The accident that I had wasn’t an life-threatening emergency case, so if I even went to ER, I would only be handled by a general practitioner who reported to an orthopedist by phone.

The thing that I dislike most from ER is, there’s always a possibility that my colleague who works there will recognize me right away.

I can’t imagine if I come into the ER as a cripple patient and someone will shout out, “Doctor Vicky, what da hell happened to you?”

Good, why doesn’t anyone call an infotainment show instead?

So the keypoint is, if I’d avoid the chaos, I should find an orthopedy assistant who can be phoned to check me up silently. And the best person for the work is.. him.

I found my knee got weak as I imagined his name.

Then I remembered a rotten memory which I’ve locked tightly in the hindmost of my brain.

It was three years ago, I was still an intern in an hospital.

Once upon an afternoon, it was almost my shift ward in the maternity room, my colleague, just call her name Tracy, confessed to me in our bedroom that she was involved into a forbidden love. I didn’t tell her to specify the story, coz I thought it wasn’t my business.

Tracy might just need an ear for some kinda sin confession or what-so-ever.

That night, we worked in the maternity room.

I was so glad coz that night I was in the same night shift with a man whom I’d called “Darling” for years.

Those days, we were young and we were in love. At least, I thought so.

After the dinner in the ward base, suddenly I saw My “Darling” and Tracy flirt each other on the desk without voice.

Tracy’s face got ruddy like Meg March’s face when she found John Brooke had just already hid her glove in Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women. My chin got stiff, my stomach felt sick.

Now I got it why Tracy said it was a forbidden love.

She made a f*ck with My Darling behind me.

I wanna get mad, but I was in a maternity room so it wasn’t appropriate if I messed up in a room where there was a patient inside.

But I wasn’t strong enough to see the both faces of them, my best friend.. and my boyfriend..

I still stared a view to kill to my Darling before then I decided to get out from the maternity room, and walked so fast to a mosque.

I didn’t know why I ran to mosque. Though it wasn’t my time for praying..

That’s the last moment I talked to my boyfriend.

He still tried to text me. The Eid Mubarak came up and he texted me.

I didn’t reply him coz I thought it was just his massal text which he used send-to-all facilitation for it.

Why, after all we both have said and done, he just cheated on me with Tracy?

We both were fine, we were happy, and we weren’t fighting.

Didn’t he aware that being unfaithful is a big original sin?

Then, years were gone. We were all graduated.

I went through a job in another hospital, Tracy worked in a community health centre, and My Ex ran to a school for surgery.

Two Eid Mubaraks were over.

My Ex still got his robot to text me “Mohon maaf lahir batin” for apologize.

I never replied him. Forgiving seems a hard thing to do.

The third Eid, I began to forget that we both had ever dated.

I thought it was the moment to learn how to treat him as a colleague, instead as an ex.

So it was my turn to send him a massal Eid text.

This year has been a fourth Eid since we were breaking up.

I considered the situation and finally e-mailed my colleague, by a standard greeting which what people usually said, “Mohon maaf lahir batin.”

I found out four days ago he replied me from his BlackBerry, “…how r u?”

As I laid down on my bed yesterday and looked at my swollen ankle and wished for a surgeon, I knew My Ex could help me.

He was the one who understood me not just medically, but also psychologically.

But I was too miserable to remember what he did to me three years ago.

He wouldn’t be able to help me professionally.

Doctors mustn’t play with fire with their patients. I should get another surgeon, not My Ex.

My ankle probably was ache due to the accident, but my heart was much more painful coz of his affair.

It’s hard to replace the person whom we lost if we love him much.

Especially if we weren’t losing him mercifully.

I memorized My Darling as a dearly baby, and I let God snatched him for rescuing my heart from his cheating on me. And for what he has done with Tracy, I try to forgive him, slowly.

Though probably for it, I should wait for lots of Eid Mubarak.

Tags: affair, apologize, bad memories, forgiving, Lebaran

Unintended, I look at the plate of my colleague’s name as I accompanied my dad working this week.

I just could feel pity and asked, “Don’t you have any wives to hook up with at Sunday?”

My heart mocked, “No, he doesn’t sleep with his wife at 10 AM, but he does it at 10 PM.”

If he minds to rest himself at Sunday, then when does he have time for his own kids and his grandchildren?

I remember a family, friend of my parents.

(As usual, I’ll put the name and the place undercover.)

There’s a very honored family, a couple lives in Banjarmasin, Kalimantan Selatan.

They sent their son to a school at Salatiga, Jawa Tengah.

Years had gone and once, their son still hadn’t told them when he’d get finished the college, though the time had come for graduation.

When the mom investigated it, she was so shocked to find out that the son was gonna be dropped out coz the GPA was knocked out.

She found out then, that her son often skipped from school.

The mom decided to sign her son out from Salatiga, then she bribed a campus in Jogja to accept the son unscreened. And finally, the son got his diploma.

A year later, the son came home to Banjarmasin by bringing a girl on his motorbike.

The mom got furious, coz the girl was in huge pregnancy, and the girl admitted that the son had made her into.

And then the mom found out, her son often skipped from his school at Salatiga, coz he often crept for flying around to Banjarmasin, to see his mistress.

We found out the problem of this family was very clear.

The son didn’t tell the mom that he unintended to make his girlfriend pregnant.

Then it had screwed up his school.

Though his condition hadn’t made him able to feed himself, even for feeding someone else’s daughter.

The question now, why didn’t he tell his parents from the beginning that he wanna marry that girl?

I tried to get close to the family, and observed it from inside.

Then I found the problem base.

The family probably lives in same house, but their hearts don’t live together in same home.

The dad’s condition who’s gotta work at Amuntai, makes him only could see the mom and the son in weekend.

Mom never eats with her son at home, either breakfast, lunch, and dinner, coz each persons has their own activities that makes them don’t see each other’s face everyday.

The kid has been used to it, so he thought that he must solves each problem of his own by himself.

And finally it’s obvious that the mom never knew that her son wasn’t allright.

Each time the mom asked the son, “Do you have any problem?” then the son would always answer, “No, I’m allright.”

The son didn’t lie. It was true, he felt that he was allright.

He thought that sleeping with a girl was allright.

Right when the rubber got leaked, then he and his girlfriend couldn’t bear the baby alone, that was when he felt that he wasn’t allright.

And that moment, it was late for the mom to prevent the occasion.

Economical pressure sometimes made dad must work everyday, anytime, so he couldn’t see the mom and kid often.

Finally it was difficult for dad to communicate well with mom.

It’s true that sometimes we can’t prefer working in a more comfy duration and a more reachable place.

That’s why we can understand how precious each Sundays that we get, so we can hang out longer with spouses and kids.

So, if we’ve been working six days a week from nine to five, why should we work at Sunday, too?

Indonesian government has even been generous, some of its offices has made Saturday for holiday, so the civil employees can have more time with the family.

That’s why I feel pity to my colleague whom I capture his name plate above.

I know him, he works in some other places the whole week, so I wonder that he must work in Sunday, too.

His wife’s supposed to miss him.

His kids and his grandchildren are supposed to miss him, too.

If someone schedules himself working in Sunday, he’s gotta be alcoholic.

Very workaholic to give up his holiday for work.

“Working is supposed to make family happier, not for selling yourself.”

Tags: family, lies, secret, work

I wasn’t even sure that this deserved to be mentioned as a conflict between Indonesia and Malaysia.

It’s harder to definite which part of the country makes conflicts, is it the government or the people, or just some people only.

The government doesn’t seem to fight at all, coz if it’s true, one of the countries must’ve supposed to call its ambassador for home.

But what I know, the embassy of Malaysia still stands at Jakarta though they’ve been already pelted by rotten eggs, while Da’i Bachtiar as Indonesia’s ambassador for Malaysia still stays cool in Kuala Lumpur.

So the both governments, are doing good.

Even if we say that Indonesian fight the Malaysian, it doesn’t seem right, either.

Lotta Malaysian lives, works, and makes business in Indonesia, but so far, there’s no sign that they’re gonna be swept away.

And there are lotta Indonesian studies and works in Malaysia, but nobody’s gonna be dissipated as long as each people still hold legal passport. Shortly, we are all doing good.

So, who fights?

The title above isn’t my kidding. Malaysian likes call Indonesian as Indon.

I don’t know why they really love shortening country’s name.

They call all Vietnamese labors as Viet, and they call all people from Thailand as Thai.

Is there anything wrong? It doesn’t seem so.

The problem is, the people who often they call as Indon are Indonesian labors who work there, which mostly work as maids.

Coz it’s not common habit for Malaysians to treat maids well, so they often act rude to maids, including to Indonesian maids whom they call Indon. Shortly, the Indon nickname is abusive.

Malingshit, is a nickname which Indonesian netters give to Malaysia.

The reason is, it’s been recent several years that Malaysia often claims lotta Indonesian’s properties as theirs.

Sipadan and Ambalat islands which have been long ago become Indonesian’s were claimed as the part of Malaysia’s territory.

The Rasa Sayange song from Ambon, the Priangan’s angklung, also they claimed as Malaysia’s traditional music.

The funny thing is, when this week an earthquake shook West Java which epicentrum belonged at Indian Ocean at the southwestern of Java, Malaysia also mentioned that the earthquake centers belonged at Malaysia.

I’m asking, what else of Indonesian’s properties that Malaysia will claim as their property?

I think I should register myself as Indonesian’s property before Malaysia claims me as their decent, too.

No wonder Indonesia nicknames Malaysia as a robber.

“Maling” in Indonesian means stealer, “sh*t” means dirt, if both of those words are combined, you may guess what it means.

As Indonesia rushed out coz Malaysia has stolen the Pendet dance as Malaysia’s tourism advertisement in Discovery Channel, the Malaysian government didn’t know at all about the advertisement.

Somebody stupid seemed has made the wrong commercial.

They made a show about Malaysia to be showed at Discovery Channel.

And for the show, they included a video about Pendet dance which is being danced by some Balinese citizen who were living in Malaysia. So they made impression in the video that Pendet dance belonged to Malaysian culture.

As Indonesian protested coz Malaysia claimed that angklung belonged to their culture, te truth was, most of Malaysian citizen didn’t know at all what angklung was.

Most of them couldn’t sing Rasa Sayange, which mentioned as Malaysia’s traditional song.

Shortly, Malaysian didn’t know at all about what their government claimed.

Their government is too busy concerning their ex-prime minister who loaded of corruption and their ministers who love polygamy and looking after Mongolian concubine.

And it’s interesting coz lotta Malaysian never heard anything about Ambalat.

So I think, this confrontation seems just a trivial thing which mass media has blown up too much.

I can’t boycott Malaysia coz this Indon vs Malingshit conflict.

Lotta my colleagues of where I used to study are Malaysian doctors which now works in clinics at Ipoh, Sarawak, and so on, and we still connect well until today.

Lotta my blog’s visitors come from Malaysia, and they read my blog regularly and appreciate my writing well.

So far, there hasn’t been any Malaysian harmed me personally, so why should bother?

There are several solutions which we can offer here:

1.No smart people works without passport.

So if you’d like to work in somebody else’s country, never fake your passports.

Indonesian labors, especially the illegal ones, must learn about it.

2.Indonesian doesn’t deserve to be offended if Malaysia are proud about Pendet dance, angklung, and Rasa Sayange dance.

So why don’t you teach your children at school regularly about how to shake an angklung, sing Rasa Sayange, and dance Pendet?

3.Send rice to the citizens at Ambalat.

Law is always the same in any places. F*ck up nationalism if our stomach is empty.

If Malaysia can fulfill your stomach while Indonesian can give you nothing only, logically which country will Ambalat people like to be the citizens?

Malaysia remains a pleasant country for me. I still love them, except Noordin M. Top.

Tags: culture, Indonesia, Malaysia, politic