Mr. EDY, TRUE FRIEND OF MY SON, MONANG

Many times, a man in motor bike will stop in front of my house if he on the way to work in the morning or on the way home late in the afternoon in case I was sitting on the veranda or being leaving home.

His name is Mr.Edy, my son true friend, Monang since childhood 3 decades ago at Kudus city, Central Java when I was assigned there as Branch Bank manager. Both of them still in basic school. We then moved to East Java and Jakarta, the capital. He remain lived in Kudus city with his family but working in furniture business at Jakarta. Every weekend he is going home by bus and back to Jakarta on Monday morning.  While Monang worked in a Bank in South California, US.

Some time he passed my house, but realized that I am sitting in the veranda, he will U turn his motor bike, stop  for a while just to say hi. Some other time early evening he u turn his motor bike in the side of our car, made us surprise, just to say hello.

Monang never met him for so long, 3 decades but his parent met him often but never stop by and chat inside our house.

Once, our daughter, Peggy,  Monang sister went to Kudus city to attended a married of her friend. Mr Edy pick her up and after the event took her also to the Semarang city airport, 50 kilometer away
from Kudus.

True friend never forgotten even we are different faith and different tribe. Edy is a Jvanese Moslem while Monang is Batak Christian. Made our Nation peaceful.

Posted by Mr. Pinondang Situmeang
Email : c2_pin@rocketmail.com

ANGEL HEART, DEPEND ON OUR BEHAVIOUR

Options

What we write in our face book account and exchange comments with friends might be noticed by others friends not direct  related, friends who read but keep silent. That is why before post any statement we should think twice and aware of that our though might be used positively or might give negative impact to our profile, might be others set a special stereotype of our self.

Lets us look around, just pay attention to people in every crowded places, a lots of them busy with their hand phone or laptop to read whatever show up in the monitor, especially related directly to them self. 

But when scroll the monitor down, in a splash seconds, we notice and read another friends writings as well. Recently in Indonesia especially, adding new friends are very easy, even Facebook administrator remind not add someone strangers,we didn't know. No wonder someone had thousand FB friends, that mostly never  knew before, and never met at all.

                                 Ayu Sukma Lestary

On my birthday' August 15,  hundreds of wishes flooding my account with general statement from friends, families I knew well and also from friends of friends hadn't any special relationship so far or beyond any of my communities. One of them  never knew, never met before, name Ayu Sukma Lestari ,  writing a very special one as my precious gift to me say :

• I have a feeling that you have an angel heart, one in a million. I hope my  feeling be right. I read your account a lots of time and many friends respect you, even  never met.
• I noticed Birthday wishes flooding your account, it means you are a kind man.
• Even we never met, but I knew you from your FB account

Let me copy her real comments as its written in Indonesian letter

Hehhe.. Feeling sya pak, bapak org berhati malaikat.. Bener ga? Sya harap feeling sya benar... Saya suka baca postingan2 bpak, n banyak jg teman yg sangat respect pd bpk.. Dan juga begitu berlimpah ucapan selamat ulang tahun untuk bapak itu cukup menandakan bapak orang baik..Hihihi.. biarpun ga mengenal scara lgsung,tp kan sy sdh bs mengenal bpk dr isi facebook bpk.. Brati akan tetap “one in a million” sterusnya ya pak...(Terima kasih Ayu)

I was not an angel, not at all, just a human being, but I spend a long time, 7 years of my life dedicated as an elder in my church, involved in helping needy people and also using my talent in accounting and Information technology  to manage financial aspect of the Church.

Again, watch to what in your mind when writing into your FB acount, since it would be read worldwide and give a negative impact to your character. Write encourage sentences, motivate, comfort may honor you as a good, kind people, not necessarily as an angel.

WITING TRESNO JALARAN SOKO KULINO,. JAVA LANGUAGE

Tugu Yogjakarta

Kulo sareng konco konco, kabeh tiang Tapanuli - wong podo ngertine yo wong Batak -  ana sewa omah lore Tugu, lore Jetisharjo ndeso Petinggen, adoh saking kuto, taksih ijo royo royo, kulone omah taksih ana sawah karo wit sing gede gede. Tangga tanggane rukun, ora tau padu, ora ana sing cekakan bengok bengok sadurunge wong Batake teka.

Omahe model limas, mlebu ngisore lawang mesti nunduk, ben sopo sing teko kudu kulonuwun ndisek, mrunduk sirahe,  kaya ngana adate hormat karo sing luwih sepuh.

                                                                                      Rumah limas

Koncoku kabeh, nek ora masak dewe dewe, yo lunga tuku neng warung, ning  kulo mawon sing ditompo indekost mangan neng omahe pak Selamet, pak RT, sing persis ngarepe omahku.. Sadino mangan ping telu, esuk esuk, awan karo wengi.

Nganggo sarapan, Ibu Slamet nuku saking  si mbok neng pinggir dalan gede, gudeg nongko, pitik suwir suwir karo krecek lembut kuning, kulite kebo campur meneh karo awu saking montor sing sliweran..

Mulano kuwi,  tekan saiki, kulo taksih doyan karo panganan gudeg, opo maneh jenenge krecek, kulo mesti tanduk. Nek ana gawean dinas opo keperluan liane lungo neng Yogjakarta, kulo  mesti mampir  leyeh leyeh, lesehan nganggu tikar ing Malioboro.

Anake pak RT ono papat, sing mbarep dewe wedok, ayu jen ireng manis, taksih nom banget, bocah  kelas telu SMP, saban mangan ngancani aku  karo adike wedok. Gedene meh podo, karo mbakyu ne,. Sing mbarep nek njaluk nganter numpak pit  opo mbecak neng sekolah kulo senang banget, sak minggu ping piro. Ibu ne ngerti  banget, kudu ono opo opo anake karo aku, neng omah sinau wong loro, sinau opo ora, pokoke neng mejo akeh buku. Sinau opo dolanan, Ibune ora ngerti babar pisan

Univ. Gajahmada, Bulaksumur

Ing taon 1998 menopo kulo nyambut gawe neng Kudus, Jawa Tengah, ana siji  Staf anyar, wong Yogjakarta, ngertos banget sopo Pak Slamet karo anake Nur, biyen  tonggone neng Deso  Petinggen,  ning saiki ora ngerti neng endi omah Nur anake Pak Slamet.

Iki crito kulo serat jalaran ono janji karo konco wong Jowo, janjine arep nulis crito ing bahasa nggonku, bahasa Batak lan aku dikon nulis ing boso Jowo. Ora ngerti ngurit ing kromo inggil , angel banget, aku ora  isa. Dekne ngangsuli arep nulis ning arep takoni sek karo Ibu mertuo, dadi njalok wektune ojo kesusu, njalok sak sasi.

Kulo ngenteni tekan saiki koncoku sing arep ngarang ing basa Batak ora teko teko, kulo ora iso ngenteni mene, ya sa anane, kulo post wae. Mangke kulo nambahi mene sisan di edit.
Kulo nuwun pangapunten, mbok menowo ono sing kabablasan, kulo malah ngenteni editan saking panjenengan sedoyo. Matur sembah nuwun.

 

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EMOTIONAL BONDING AFTER 25 YEARS APART

New building 1983

What happened to our relationship in the next 25 years, or how our  relationship a quarter of decade back  depend on how close your heart and mind to someone.

"My wife called their name one by one precisely", Mr.As Lado wrote in my Face Book account, September 12, 2010 after tagged to him a photo of my family. His wife's memory still kept the names of my children in the photo.

                            Bank BRI Old building 1982

 I returned the message by wrote :"It means that she still remembered and love them". I hold my eyes hard  not to shed a tear or two, remember long time ego. We leaved this small remote town behind, but we take the memory in our heart and mind wherever we go. This Branch is my first assigned as  Branch manager and Soleman Lado and Gabriel Nahak, two officers in the second layers of the Organization. 

                                          

                       With the personnel

 Why the memory never fade away from my mind ? Because in 3 years, I run the branch in renting a very simple houses. In midday to afternoon we worked in sweating without a  ceiling above our head without air con. Before I transferred to Java island , I had finished to build a new office building and residence side by side, as a remembrance as long as the building available.

Today, September 21, 2010 I text Mr.Soleman Lado called me in the phone chatting quite long for the first time after 25 years and his voice remained the same, but his photo with his wife grown old, next year he will enter pension period. Thanks my dear friend.

                       Soleman (As) Lado, wife

TOP TEN FRIENDS IN FACE BOOK

My dear friends,

To day, October 9, 2010 I have a big surprise for all of you,  my face book friends about the TOP TEN list who interacted with me so far in term of frequencies. The statistic got from the system out of 375 friends selected in chronological order as follows :

1. NIA ERNI MIHA BALO, Jakarta
2. BAMBAMG PINUJI, Kediri, esat Java
3.NANING AZH, Jakarta
4. WORO SUDARWATI, Bekasi, West Java
5. ENNY WHITE, Queenlands, Australia
6. MEINA ROTUA SINAGA, Bandung, west Java
7' CHRISTINA DWI PRATIWI, Jakarta
8. WIDYASTUTI WIJONO, Jakarta
9. GOKMA RIA SITUMORANG, Bekasi, west Java
10. LUBS NITA YF, Palembang, south Sumatera.

Thanks to all of you, hopefully we could maintain our relationship to know each other deeper than before and not any of you will kept silent after this announcement..

I had a feeling so far that all of you always kind to me, politeand never leaved a bad comments to offend my weakness or my bad sentences. That is why we be able to interrelated in a kind behavior.

After posting this short announcement, in your spare time please follow this blog www.jingga-senja.blogspot.com where I will expand the content with your photo and a short story about  you.

If you like, please post your name with or without photo as a follower of my blog and if you like I welcome you to to be a writer and post your writing in this blog, so we will develop our relationship later

Thank you my friends, its nice to chat with you asap.
Please allow me to down load your photo and post it here in choronogical order. 


My best regards,

BRIDGE AMONG THE HEARTS, NEVER MET WITH AUSTRALIAN FAMILY

                     Whites family

The connection, relationship between two hearts in two continents resided far away could be bridge by a pure heart. Its shown just by a very simple poem.

I had 3 Savu kind ladies not known each other physically, one lived in Jakarta and the others two resided in other continent, Australia. Fransesca Von Reinhaart stayed in Byron Bay and Enny White far away in Southern part in Queensland, New South West.

Once I wrote a very short comment on Enny White account that I intend to write her a poem about the Ranch and she said "Please, I like it", without any expectation will coming soon. After I wrote 2 poems for the other two ladys, all concerning Savu and related, they like it....then I convince myself its the time to write one for Enny, title Rumput hijau di Queensland, means Green grass at Queensland.

She shocked to see a poem  in her wall one day unexpectedly and I like her comments . While crying she wrote :"Its a good poem and show a BRIDGE between friends even never met face by face". Another comment that I will never forget is: "You always write a good poem, we fortunate to know you", she said. I didn't believe in what she talking about. But since she called me in Savu nice calling like Ma woke or kaka berana, ama tana..I felt appreciated and honor.

What make me astonished is when she invited me sincerely and Nia Erni Miha Baho as well to visit their ranch

in Queensland to sit in the horse's saddle and fishing in the lake. Its wonderful and nice vacation.It is a  very kind family that two hearts bridge just by a very simple poem.

The poem itself posted in her wall and in my account as well, told a glance about Enny's ranch, green grass, family and touching her heart until shed a tear of longing her hometown. Two among 6 ranches, named similar to Village's name in Kupang, Timor island, Nun Baun and Nun Hila, where I ever knew, when I assigned in that island. I didn't expected such a respons from her how she miss her home town. She had a beautifull and happy family, every body dream of.

Few days later, I got unexpected request that she would like to order my Biography book as shown in my profile foto, sent to her in Queensland or to Bali. Her family will celebrate her birthday next Desember in Bali that I invited as well. Do you believe it, in this modern ages, we find a true friend, bridge only by a short simple poem ?. Thanks The Lord you saw me a humble heart to be my friend

To know more about the poem please go to my wall or klick my personal website at www.jingga-senja.blogspot.com

                                            Savu dance

WHAT IS REAL FRIENDS

A true friend, beyond its background, is a  friend who always available in any situation, not only in happyness, success, but even more in difficult situation - in troubles, confusing, shievering, misery, lost, lonely - and need a shoulder to lean on to comfort, to console  to open up our  mind and saw us that out of the dark always has a light, hope, better atmosphere and better future.

Initially, I was browsing website of  Indonesia's poem  regularly, before stopped and  surprised to read well managed English version. It was very interesting to read and learn a high top rated poems and its poetry. But for us, Indonesian, especially for me, it was too high to understand every lines, especially a classic category.

That is why, when I found Katherine's poems,  I was so happy, because she wrote it in a very simple English, easily to understand, what behind in every word. Evenmore, I felt lucky when realized that her poems categorized in the top 500 list.

The 3 poems  below are among the list written by Katherine Sessor,  20 years girl, a senior high school student in Virginia, next to Washington DC.

Before I get her permission, I saw Face Book sign beside the poem's body and instantly send her a message to add me to her list's friends. Not too long, I got confirmation. For me it was surprised, the young girl, willing to add me from Jakarta, Indonesia, a country far away, she maybe couldn't  located whereabout.Really appreciated the young girl respected others she didn't know well.

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EVERY DARKNESS HAS  A  LIGHT

Every darkness has a light

It shines so bright

If you just open your eyes

And forget all the lies

When you feel so alone

And you just want to go home

Just remember that someone is always there

If you need someone to care

If you fall

And think you lost it all

There is always someone to catching you

And in your heart you know  it's true

There is always someone there

To relieve all the misery you have

They'll help you through this

And made it all bliss

If you are lost and can't be found

Just open your eyes and look around

Even when you don't know what to do

There will always someone who will found you

When you're shievering with fears

And you have to shed a tear

Someone is always there for you to lean on

We'll make all troubles begone

When you want to die

To this world you want to say good bye

And use the knife

to end your life

Just remember before you do

Your friends will always be there for you

You haven't yet lost the fight

Because there is still light

All we ask for

Is don't close the door

We are still there

Because we have nothing to fear

Open your eyes

and realized

You have nothing left to bare

Cause we, your friends still there

Futurama character
 
T W O

A REAL FRIEND

A real friend would forgive

If I did something wrong

A real friend will lend a hand

Whenever I am not strong

A real friend would listen

If I tried to speak

A real friend will accept

Wether I am strong or weak

A real friend would care

If I ever fell ill

A real friend will know

How I really feel

A real friend will always be there

If I need them by my side

A real friend will remember me

Long after I have died

A real friend would be forever

If I even moved away

A real friend will never truly leave

In each other's hearts we shall always stay

T R E E

YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING

You are my protectors

You're my saviors

You are my friends

You're my everything

You are there when I need you

When I don't want to know what to do

When I'm scared and alone

You always help me get back home

You always have a shoulder to cry om

When I'm surrounded by my fears

You make all my horror begone

And you always catch my tears

You'r  my heros

You're mu guardians

You're my family

You're my everything

You make my days feel worthwhile

When I feel down you make me smile

You always know when I'm ok

And you know what just to say

When someone harm me

You harm them

And make them see

How it feel to be grim

You're my night sky

You're my moon

You're my fortress

You're my everything

You're my past

You're my present

You're my future

You're my reality

You're everything I need

You're everything I want

You're my everything

The poems posted in chronogical order, when you are in the darkness, don't panick, think over and over again that out of the darkness has a light, a friend (1), a true friend who always be around in our troubles (2) and ultimately, at the end one of the friends will be your eveything, your soul mate (3).

Thanks so much for Katherine, a young high school girls, who love play games, TV, comics such as above characters, generally loved by a youngers, but full of wisdom through her poems to all of us, beyond generations.

Poem is not a main job for a writers, for Katherine , for me,  but with our small talent we may shares, bless others, our community, nation and the world. Below one of my posed when perform, invited by a church at North Jakarta in 31th Anniversary of the church, August 1, 2010

Just in a day after posting, so many positive comments or likes coming from  11of  my friends who agree of what is the meaning of a true friend. Since Katherine would like to thanks to each of them, she willing to understand what they said in Indonesia's language, let me translate it one by one.

Novitha Ly Panjaitan who lived far away in Borneo island, bordred with Malaysia wrote : "A true friend is who kept help while we are in troubles, forgiven, listening to our problems, cares for whatever our conditions are, never tired and available when we need help, always remember us.  I had done this to my true friend."

Lubs Nita reside in South Sumatera island wrote the similar with Novitha above:" A true friend is someone she knew my character well, accept my weakneses, she is the one I tell my secrets and problems, always strengthen me, wipe my tears, hoping the friendship bond forever like a mother and the kids. How beautiful to be a true friend"

Both of above ladies and me originally born in North Sumatera island, bordered to Singapore. Below a comment from a friend with a diffrent local language, in Savu island, a small island bordered to Australia, Nia Erni Miha Baho who wrote :" My dear brother, I agree completely to this poem, thanks to tagged it me.. Everybody want to have a true friend as described in the poem. Excellent"

Two girls originally coming from Central Java island and Borneo island with their specific language wrote that they love the poem. Widyastuty wrote it in English. While Sylvana Ariyani Hamaring Toemon acknowledged her own experiences by wrote :" Just yesterday I met an old friend, a true friend for a long period of time, since we using red and white uniform - a secondary school - where we support each other all the time"

The late respons coming from a lady, Lita Paulina leaved a special notes said in English :
"I have found my soulmate,
that person is my friend
and how lucky I am".
Look like a short poem or its really true, I have no idea, since Lita Paulina likes write poems and like make the jokes all the times. But whatever it is, the point is, it would be possible a true friend become a soulmate. I fully agree with that.
All friends knew English too but we accostumed to our National language. If Katherine comment in English is welcome. And the other friends just klicked a sign of I like it



MEMORY OF LOVELY HUSBAND

Beloved husband who went to heaven, 

left us behind 

His name will live long through the Age

Not only written in an Autobiography

Also recorded in our memory forever.

In life, he did his part and responsibility

to keep a family together

. He was always eager to help in any situation

but he  was too weak to help.

It hurt when he left us behind, we will remember his soft smile, gentle heart, patient and missed the talks that we would have with him. But we are not selfish to say :"Please don't go", because we know where  he is going, he is going to a better place where no more pain, no more tears to shed.

After a decade, memory of a husband  commemorated along with birthday anniversary, a mixing of two big events. The first one is a remembrance of late husband who passed away decade ago and the second is a celebration of 68th anniversary and hope for blessing for days to come. These events will take place at Mrs.Wijono at their home at Cawang, east Jakarta, saturday September 26, 2010 evening.

                                                  
Invitation send to me by Mrs.Wijono daughter, Widyastuty Wijono -Uti - through Face book and I promised to come since her mother is my colleguage as an activist in our church, GKI Kwitang, central Jakarta. She spend her life more than a decade in helping medical treatment to conggregation and citizen around our church compound all over Jakarta, Bogor, Bekasi, Tangerang.and medical cheking for senior congregation on regular basis at Church building, Kwitang, central Jakarta.

When I had been a Department head of KESPEL in 2008, I have been joint the commission to the fields 3 times to Wisma Jaya, Bekasi town and Cililitan posts, east Jakarta, where we served not only Christian but also our moslem friends. In Cililitan post, we cooperated with Goverment office. PUSKESMAS along with moslem medical Doctor in serving public, taken place inside Church building, Cililitan church.. In 2009 Mrs.Wijono help me bought medical supplies for Jatimurni posts, Bekasi town

 Mrs.Wijono wellknown in my church as a senior member of Medical commission, under diffrent heads of the commission, replaced regularly. But she kept stayed at the same Commission for a longest service, in her  special duty in pharmacy procurement. She knew a lots of medical supplies in a very cheap price to be distributed to congragetion and poor citizen, around church post points.

If we want to meet Mrs.Wijono and her daughter, Uti, its easy, surely see both of them in the 1st service 6.30 am every sunday at Kwitang church and soon after the service is over, Mrs.Wijono and her team, included one Med.doctor will drive to the a post regularly as scheduled and will return home early in the afternoon.

Along with me I will take a special poem asking her daughter, Uti not to tell her mom in advance, so she will surprise when its perform and let see what her reaction will be. It become anniversary present from me as a friend in seving God, in our senior age. I will ask Uti or one of the family member to read it in between the sermon or when the service is over.

The complete verses of the poem as follow :

MENGENANGMU

Jam berdentang dua belas kali

Mata belum juga mau diajak berdamai

Kulayangkan pandang ke gugus awan

Dibaliknya, bulan purnama keemasan

Dalam anganku terbayang ujung bibirmu

Kau menyapa, Ibu mengapa wajahmu sendu

Dalam membisu aku berkata, mas aku rindu

Tak terasa pipiku basah

Ibu aku disini baik baik saja

Usaplah butiran air mata

Disini tida ada keluh dan air mata

Yang ada hanya tawa sukacita

Tak terasa sedasawarsa dilewati

Betapa pedihnya ketika engkau pergi

Merindu suaramu yg tak pernah meninggi

Percakapan yang penuh tawa

Bagaimana mungkin aku lupa

Malam ini kami mengucap syukur

Usiaku yang bertambah, tanpa hadirmu

Kami berdoa bersama untuk mengenangmu

Engkau akan selalu dihati kami

Selamanya

SHOUT OUT LOUD

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Some time we had a single moment for a reflection of what our life had been so far, when our dream never come true and in no time, in an empty room, nobody around, we try to shout out loud,  to express out our feeling as loud as we could and ultimately feel better.

                                        

Once, Lita klick this Blog and  read "Gaya Nana Soul Parlor" and saw a spectacular photo of her friend, Nana Juliana on top of the story. Instantly she leaved an exaggerated comments  : "Its a rare model, who born once in 500 years" she noted. Before I answered the message, she add another nice remark by saying :
"Love it 1.000.000 times". 

When in the first time she look at the alien photo oh her friend, Nana Juliana, she can't stop LOL, laugh out loud and said :" I want to make the same pic", she wrote. She didn't realized that she ever been shot a similar photo  before, open a big mouth, white teeth and closed eye.

                                          Nana Julia

After read such a remark, I  am browsing her album  and  stop in a rare picture, a special  one - above pic - beside several beautiful poses. I kept thinking what was in her mind, why she put such a silly picture beside a nice, sweet photos ? I just guessing,  but had no idea at all. I spend few days to understand it well, but no clue whatsoever. 

Finally, I couldn't keep my curiousness and send her a message asking :"Would you tell me why is it you posed like this one" by attached the photo. Instantly , without any hesitation to covered up something, honestly she replied by noted : "I had try  too shoot so many poses by  myself  with a proper make up, but no one satisfied my eyes", she noted. The long explanation continued by saying : "Finally unsatisfied that she couldn't produced any nice photos - as my  beautiful face -, by accident I deleted all  photos inside the memory", she noted.

Desperate that she had deleted everything, she come up with a crazy idea to have one , shooting while yelling and shouting what it look like, came up with a special and spectacular photo - above - to saw that whatever the poses, everybody knew that she was a beautiful lady.

For the last few days, I followed Lita connections to her love friend, Nana resided far way in Perth, Australia, I found out that they tied up a very close relationship, even until personal life problems. Nana tend to console, to comfort Lita in any personal problems and Lita welcome and thanks to whatever Nana had to say.

Nana always encouraged not  only Lita, but  another friends as well, supposedly she was a counselor, cenayang (fortune teller) or personal advisor where everybody  agree and welcome her advice and supposedly again that Nana could see for afar what is in the mind of a friend. Encouragement not  solely on personal matters, some time motivated to run the business well and never give up, where Lita eager - especially in the fasting month - to market her cookies, chocolate pies and other kinds, to her friends in Face book, like this one Legit Surabaya, below.

I try to dig deeper to Lita's background and read most of the 10 poems in Face book Notes,  I choose and read throughly one special poem, title "Jangan menyerah", means Never surrender. It is a very strong soul statement as her life's principle Whatever waves come to destroy,  if stumbles in the walls, never ever give up. She determined  her soul to walk the life to afford her family with her tree small kids.

If you want to shed a tear or two, let it flow, wetting your cheek until your soul feel relieved, crying it loud but never begging for love or ask for mercy. In the last paragraph she stated very sure that her futures are full of hope and always say thanks to the God for every blessing, lived the life and do the best. She quoted a wellknown song from d massive. Below I copy the full verses of Never surrender (Jangan menyerah)

JANGAN MENYERAH

Jangan menyerah..., jangan menyerah

Meski badai menerjang hati

Pula nyeri menggerogoti hati

Jangan menyerah..., jangan menyerah

Saat langkah terbentur dinding

Galau gundah juga gelisah hantui diri

Jangan menyerah...., jangan menyerah

Menangislah jika ingin menangis

Tertawalah jika itu menghibur diri

Usah harap dikasihani

Hanya akan menambah lemah diri

Dunia memang tak butuh pecundang

Hidup hanya untuk para pejuang

Jangan menyerah

Yakin pada harapan

Selama niat baik dari tulus hati

Jangan menyerah..., jangan menyerah

Hingga hari terakhir datang

Saat mata yang tertutup tak lagi terbuka

Masih ada dunia baru disana

Dunia yang indah bagi pemilik hati yang indah

Percayalah..... 

Tidak menyerah itu indah 

Disatu pagi berteman lagu dmasive

"...syukur apa yang ada, hidup adalah anugrah

tetap jalani hidup ini, dan lakukan yang terbaik...."

PAJUMPA MUSE ....DUNG MARPAHOMPU

            


              Adong dope jabu na di Sibolga saonari (foto)

"NDANG DITANDA HO AU?", ima sunggkun sungkun na naparjolo tingki hundul Ibana di hambirangku. "Ise do tahe, paima jo huingot", ningku mangalusi. Pindah do imana hundul lam pajonok tu au, dung didok namarsahit i :"On Ompung Situmeang, par Kelapa Gading, par BRI" ninna.

                                               Boasa ingkon pajumpang by Joy Tobing

Huroha sahat do barita i tu ibana, ia au karejo di BRI do. "Hu par ate atehon, botul Ibana do i, narohangku" , ninna Ibana. "Boru Tambunan, Nyonya Simanjuntak" ninna huhut dilehon tanganna masijalangan. Songgot do rohangku, 40 tahun dang pajumpang dohot Lumongga Tambunan, dongan saparmeaman di taon 1962 nasalpu. Tung so boi be huingot rupana ala nunga rap matua, nunga rap marpahompu, jala antar timbo do parbadanonna.

Na lao do ahu tu jabu ni dongan sabutuha ala naeng sohot, marpesta ni siampudan nami, Pahala Situmeang dohot Shinta Dewi. Alai dang adong dijabu, toho marsahit pahompu boru i, Situmeang (nomor 15). di Rumah Sakit UKI, Cawang, Jakarta Timur. Ditingki i, 3 dongan nasida sahuria ro mamereng pahompu boru i, ima boru Tambunan dongan saparmeaman, boru Panjaitan, dongan hombar balok nami najolo tingki di Atambua, Timor.

Ditingki ujung ni parsingkolaon, kalas 3 SMEAN mardongan dongan do au dohot borua namarsiajar namarbaju, kalas 3 SMPN di Padangsidempuan ala pajonok jonok jabunami. Holan mardongan dongan songoni do. Ai tu Gareja pe dang hea rappak mardalan. Ditingki i holan masi bereng berengan pe, nunga adong roha lao mardongan dongan.
                                  Selamat datang tu Padangsidempuan

Ditingki lao singkola, mardalan manang mar kareta angin, sai pinalu do lonceng ni kareta on, mata sai mamereng tu tuhambirang,  ra di emper i ibana hundul. Ba engkel suping nai nunga sonang roha.   Balga ni jabu i patandahon na marsinadongan do nampunasa, songon jabu namartingkat dua, sian batu, di jolo ni jabu  ni marga Tambunan i, sada jabu ni namora di Kampung Marancar, kota Padang Sidempuan.

Sabotulna holan masiberengan do hami nean ditingki i, dang hea dope lao manonton manang mardalani padua dua songon somalna naung marhamlet (marhallet?).. Alai ditingki i nunga ma sisurat surat an hami. Lupa do au ise do parjolo manongos surat, ai nunga leleng, ditaon 1962 do anggo carita on. Huingot dope, dibagasan surat na adong do hata  songonon::"Ai botuldo hamu lao piknik dohot si Nuraini?", ninna songon na cemburu tu dongan sasingkolana, margoar Nuraini, boru ni haji, ala hea hami piknik markareta, di udan udan, dibonceng di jolo. ala so adong boncengan di pudi. Huboto sian i na adong do rohana tu au.

Dang sadia leleng dope hami mardongan dongan, sirang songoni do  hami , ndang pola pinaboa nanaeng borhat  mangaranto tunadao, tu Jawa, singkola tu Yogjakarta di Fakultas Ekonomi GAMA, Ibana  lao ma tu Sikkola Bidan di Rumah Sakit Pematang Siantar, Sumatera Utara. Alai mulai sian  i, jotjot  ma hami masi surat suratan.Jala tung tangkas do binoto songon dia rohana tu au.

Dung habis G30S/PKI, hira hira taon 1966 nunga masihol roha tu Damang/Dainang ala nunga leleng dang pajumpang, tarlobi au anak sasada baoa, mulak mau au tu huta hagodangan di Sibolga. Ditingki i  husangahon do lao tu Siantar, pajumpang dohot si boru adi.
                                  Sibolga na uli

 Tingki hudokkon tu Amang naeng tu Siantar au didok do :"Unang pola lao ho tusi" ninna do mangorai,  jala dipangkataion nami jotjotdo dipaingot songon on :"Burju burju ma ho singkola, anggo namarbaju mura mai", ninna. Tingki i nunga Sarjana muda au. Alaitotop do hulangkahon lomo ni rohangku, mar bis ma au tu Siantar.

Manang na piga ari disi, toho mai diujung ni taon, rap borhat ma hami  tu Sibolga, jala digogohon rohana do martangiang borngin pargantian taon dijabu nami, jala modom di jabu do Ibana, ala adong dua Ibotongku di jabu. Sabotulna borat do di rohana borngin i, mulak tu jabu ni natorasna manang di jabu nami., siala Ibana panggoaran. Tontu sungkun sungkun ma roha ni natorasna.

Dung torang ari, hatop do hami lao tu stasiun bus, borhat tu hutana di Padangsidempuan, 88 km daona tu Selatan. Dung sahat tu jabuna masijalangan ma hami :"Selamat taon baru Amang", ningku alai tung maila do rohangku. Hubereng tu siamun, tumatangis do Ibana mangkaol Inang natumubuhonsa.
 Jala di jabu ima au modom manang na piga ari. Jala ima ari parjolo hudege tu bagas nasida. Andorang mardongan dongan, holan di emper emper i do hami hundul hundul.

Marsepedamotor ma hami mardalani di kota i huhut martaon baru tu jabu ni tondongna. Di jabu ni tulangna disungkun ma au :"Boi do sohot nang pe mahasiswa hamu", ninna. Tarsonggot au mambege sungkun sungkun i, hohom au satongkin, sian ias ni rohangku hualusi langet huhut maila :"Boi do tulang", ningku, nang pe dibagasan rohangku dang huantusi lapatan ni hatangki.

Jala di Sidempuan pe adong do Amangudaku kandung dohot Ompungku boru, tinggal di Kampunglosung, jala sanga do au tinggal disi manang sadia leleng. Jala ro do hami martambaru tu jabu ni Amanguda on.

Alai holan hata sungkun sungkun do, ndang adong ujungna, manang pasahat hata nasida tu natorashu. Bere naipe dang hea pola dihata hatai manang disungkun disuratna. Ba lupa dihalupahon mai. Ditingki i torop do mahasiswa naung berkeluarga, mardakdanak, ima na dapot bea siswa, lao gabe guru muse.

Saleleng na on ndang huboto tangkas tu ise Ibana sohot, alai taringot tu au, dapot ibana do barita sian Ompung dohot Ibotongku na tinggal di Padangsidimpuan jala nunga pindah tu Jakarta. Diboto do naung sohot au tu boru Pasaribu jala karejo di Bank BRI.

Ima pardalanan ni angka ngolu, ala ni angka tingki, inganan na dao, pardonganan ,jala parkarejoan, ujungna dung habis singkola, karejo ma au di Jambi, pajumpang dohot boru Pasaribu, nunga gabe maranak marboru dohot marpahompu. Ibana me nunga gabe tu marga Simanuntak gabe maranak, marboru, marpahompu.
Sude dalan dalan ni ngolu nunga disurathon Tuhanta tu hita anup ganup jolma.

BIRTHDAY WISHES

  My head fill with so many thoughts and wishes. 

So many things for wich I have dreamed. 

But the only thing I really want is 

the day when I first met you, 

 When you say I DO.

Wishes present from the bottom of a heart, valued much more then the gems, the precicious stones, gold, diamonds and luxurious things.

Saturday night I kept awake over 00 hours midnight, entered a new day, Sunday, even before hour 00 exactly at 11.52 my monitor blink red dot indicate any message coming.  Ida Martha a young activis at my church, GKI Kwitang, central Jakarta with her wishes. Her name put in top list along with Silvana Toemon (33) her group in helping street kid project in Jakarta.

Up until today, the wishes  reach up to 56 persons, listed in chronological order :

1. Ida Martha
2. Rian Garyati
3. Ridma Siregar 
4. Normalasari Butar butar
5. Harri Allan Situmeang
6. Riri Harahap
7. Dominggus Luitnan
8. Untari Setyowati
9. Vhi Simanjuntak
10. Pandan Wangi Viona Situmeang
11. Pitriana Widyaningsih
12. Nur Jehan
13. Bikson Pasaribu
14. Fadjar Hariwati Santoso
15. Nia Erni Miha Balo
16. Johannes Gosita
17. Nana Juliana
18. Lia Kyu Situmeang
19. Endang Puji
20. Maya Julien Nency
21. Hery Prasetyo
22. Tulus Mulyono Situmeang
23. Chendra Panatan
24. Mercy Kirana Sihombing
25. Leny Jewel Situmorang
26. Ika Rudatin Luitnan
27. Yemima Ie Maraya
28. Evelyne Suzana
29. Ria Aprilia
30. Enny White
31. Fo'naro Lavau
32. Sthepany Theodora Mulyono
33. Sylvana Aryani Hamaring Toemon
34. Syndiana Situmeang
35. Yole Vivasye Siahaan
36. Natania Agatha
37. Winny Malo
38. Sigit Darmawan
39. Henra Banjarnahor
40. Akso Sugiharto
41. Osmaria Noni Panggabean
42. Sri Rahman Tanjung
43. Evron Abadi Situmeang
44. Philippus Djami
45. Uni Naomi Situmeang
46. Prins Panjaitan
47. Reo Panggabean
48. Nurmawati Telaumbanua
49. Edison Manik
50. Sisilia Bintang Sinaga
51. Oneil Situmeang
52. Sherly Kilapong 
53. Monang Situmeang
54. Woro Sudarwati 
55. Priskilah Widodo 
56. Demak Sitompul

Sylvana, Ida Martha +street kids

By accident on the same day I had been scheduled as a service leader  (liturgos) at Kapuk Muara post , west Jakarta, but nobody knew is my birthday, expect Mrs Iis Afendy who chatted with me a day before, when she checked out my profile

Three of the list coming from abroad, my wife's niese, Mrs.Vhi Simanjuntak lived and work in Dubai and Evron Situmeang, my relatives, lived at Lomalinda city, South California and Fajar Hariwati Santoso, wife of an Italian,  lived in Italy, I guess, since her wishes noted in Italy's laguage and I answered with Italy as well, after Google few minutes - sorrry if I made any mistake..

  Evron Situmeang family (43)

Most of the friends, 15 friends, coming from my community in my church, Gereja Kristen Indonesia, central Jakarta remind me where I belong, the place I had been a members for 33 years, since 1987, including 7 years as an elder. a volunteer dedication time and talents.I knew all of them and they knew me well as well. I had a special memory every year, that my anniversary celebrated at the same time with my church, at this time is a 81th.

Nine of the list are belong to Situmeang family name that only 2 are my close relatives. The rest, 7 didn't met anywere before, but they send me a warm regards. Some of them asking my profile to know what their exact say to called me, is a brother, father, grandfather, son or grandson,  In Situmeang family, everybody know what exact number they are in the family tree. This tradition are very complicated since hundred years.

Interesting comments coming from a friend in Jakarta Church organization, Mr.Nugroho Imam Panuju where I was an Auditor for 4 years, said :"Keep your young soul and never stop serve Him"he said. His images  mean that for 4 years in a row he saw me always keep young in spirit in church service, in my senior age.

Sigit Darmawan (38)

Almost the same image coming from Sigit Darmawan, a younger generation who assigned as Study & Development Team in drafting master plan for our church, he said :"Wishing you are the light house in your enviroment" and he copy along a quote from Franz Kafka :" Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone to keep the ability to see the beauty never grows old"









                                             Nana (17), Rian (2)

Among the friends, I had at least 2 who love write the poems regularly almost everyday in Face Book and we exchanged funny comments, support, console, advice each other. We made a collaboration in drafting a poem and also I wrote a short story about each one of them, even never met physically. We had made a close relationship in the net, once by a sad poem who had made a crying a lot and the silly picture just to comfort or make friend laugh out louder, LOL every saw the pic.

Salomo. Toby, Peggy, Ramos,Antonia

Fryday night my younger son, Pahala Situmeang call ed said :" Papi what time do you at home tomorrow", he said that he will come to our house with Shinta, wife and 2 sons. My eldest daughter Vera Situmeang and her husband Moeseley Simatupang come without notice along with 2 sons. All gather at home along with my second daughter, Peggy Situmeang and her beloved daughter Antonia, who lived with me.

They intend to take me to a restaurant in the evening. But I can't go because I had a meeting and choir rehearshal for Indonesia anniversry celebration at August 17 at 17.00.

Before I leaved the house, Vera and Pahala hand me an envelope. Thanks Inang, Amang. My son, Monang  Situmeang and his wife Sarah who lived at California send a warm wishes in FB as well.

This year, I had a special, sweet  memory, where I got so many warm wishes and prayers and true love from my own family. May God bless every one of you to the years to come.

GAYA NANA SOUL PARLOR

 
When  your heart touch other soul, there is no room for sadness, because love in your heart is the best medicine. Long distance friendship might be established with the help of  IT, especially through net facilities. The friendship also might be closer between friends resided in a far away, compare to our closer relatives, closer in term of time and space, physically.

No wonder if chatting in the net without face to face, people tend to tempted to talk about secret personal matters then with someone or close friend physically nearer.

Let us see photo above, what is your instant comments or thought. when see the picture.  My first  impression  and reaction is laugh out loud, LOL and never stop laughing until my stomacth ache. The same reaction happened when this lady in the photo, without any hesitation posted the pic and send it instantly to her best friend, a netter far away in Jakarta.

Why she volunteered to do that, because they like each other, they suupport each other like they did in the net so many times before. Yes not so long ago they met once for a while in a noodle shop in Jakarta. But since then they become closer, almost in every day they contact, say hello, joke and everything happeneded in daily life.

She was in handling proces by a beautician  in Perth, Australia when her  BB ring,. In the monitor  show up  a  accostume's name, Rian Garyati from Jakarta. Nana said :"Sorry I couldn't chatting right know, I will read your poem soon", she said politely. Rian known as poem's queen, posted poems regularly and endlessly in FB. At that moment her beloved  son, Nate shot a pic (above). Without any hesitation  Nana push the button right away, send to Rian. Since then many people had the opportunity to acces, to see the pic..

Nana & Rian in the 1st met

Rian, the same narcists lady who always posted  all kind of styles of pics in her FB account, but never before posted a crazy pic like Nana  did. A  second after pic show up, Rian can't hold it any longer  and break LOL.

So on a whole saturday afternoon August 14, Rian's fingers never stop hitted the computer  pad, typed funny messages. Even more, rushed to dial Nana phone : " I dial long distance call just to let you hear my laugh, my LOL" she said.

Another comments in Nana box written :" We are really crazy, this minutes today I made never ending laugh, just like a ghost". She repeat the similar remarks again and again to show how narcists is the idea of posting such as extra ordinary pic.

Nana explanied what are she is doing to her face :" In order to relaxacing  my tired eyes, fresh  cheeks" , she said. Face treatment using a traditional ingredients in modern technology in beauty handling busineses.

Nana's first cousin, Anny Kencana surprised to see the pic in the first place and agreed with Rian by saying: : "Its a very special pic, a nicest photo in all family's albums", she said praise the pose  Nate snapped it. Her hubby  saw the pic  with big smiles, laughing without any objection, he didn't care at all.

Return messages, narcistics, funny, emotions, happy, sad were common behaviour in their relation through the net., daily basis. Whatever come to their mind - especially  Rian, the poem's gueen - instantly show up in the monitor.

Initially Nana saw her own pic in BB, a small gadget monitor, not took her special attention. But after sitting behind the computer, she was wonder, unbelieveable,. "Look just like an alien" she wrote in her account later. At that time, she think it is ok to make a friend happy, to lift up friend's soul in facing life, a sacrifices for the sake of a friendship, a new friend but a real one more than an old friend.

Actually, they expect me to joint the joy moment, to share LOL together, as we did regularly far before this rare event.  I read  their message asking my whereabout.Usually we return messages politely,  no  offends, sharing what happened that day,  in happy environment.

Unfortunately, I had something to do the whole afternoon. But soon in early evening, I turned the lap top and saw unbelieveable pic,  two eyes covered by two slices green fruits.
My instant question is : "Na, its really you ?".

Rian share the happy moment with her family, her hubby and son, they gave a big smile too and wonder how close both of them. Rian have a plan in mind  that one day will fly to the south, to Perth to meet her soul and love net's friend, a real friend indeed.