I'm Sorry, Gudbay?

Suatu sore di kopaja rute blok m ke sarinah.

Pulang lebih awal dari kantor, gw memutuskan untuk menghampiri emak di grandindonesia, di mana hari itu emak sedang ingin foya-foya dikit bersama anak bungsunya (adek gw). Karena posesif dan cemburu, si sulung (gw) pun menyusul.

hehehe ok, lanjut.

Baru saja naik dan duduk di kursi depan kopaja..

Ada seorang bule (kayaknya bule jerman atau perancis gitu deh, enggrisnya kurang british gimance gitchuuuu) duduk di kursi seberang gw. Gw di sisi kiri, dia di sisi kanan. Ya, layaknya gw racun, dan doi madunya. (bermaxud melucu sedikit)

Tak lama kemudian, dia memberi sentuhan kecil di pundakku, alias nepok. *lebay*

Bule: "Is this Sarinah?" (lebih kurang dia ngomongnya sih "sweariynah")

Gw: "Yes. U're right!!" Pede banget gw membalas pertanyaan dadakannya. Yaaa daripada cm ngangguk2 doang. Pamer pronounciation dikit dongs.

Gw pun kembali menatap kaca depan. Kembali memasang muka cool sambil menghisap polusi udara yang ada.

Dan 5 detik dari situ, bule itu pun memutuskan untuk turun dari kopaja. Sayangnya, kopaja masih setia nge-tem depan pasaraya. Diam istirahat di tempat.

Kopaja pun akhirnya melanjutkan gas nya. Alhamdulillah.

Hampir sampai grandindonesia, tujuan gw, sebelum berdiri dan bersiap minta diturunkan, gw bermaksud sok baik, sok care gitu, pengen mengingatkan si bule yang bertanya pada gw tadi, bahwa sweariynah, tujuan dia pun, sudah dekat.

Dan gw baru tersadar. He's gone!!

Ya iyalah tadi kan doi uda turun di depan pasaraya blok m! Jauh sebelum sarinah!

OH NOOOOOO! gw sudah menyesatkan 1 warga negara asing!! Dia hilang! Dia nyasar! Dia tersesat!

Gw baru sadar dan dengan sok lugunya baru berasa: brarti tuh bule ngira pasaraya adalah sarinah".

Yes. Sure. Of course. Semua gara-gara gueeee. Ini salah gueeee... Gue salah...... *nunduk*

Jangan-jangan, setelah tu bule nyampe di pasaraya, dan tersadar bahwa itu bukan sarinah, dia langsung bersumpahserapah dan berikrar tidak lagi bertanya soal jalan, pada seorang anak kecil ingusan yang tampak cengegesan, plus sedikit bermuka mabok akibat deadline kantor dan polusi udara. *alibi*

Maaf ya Om Bul... janji ga lagi-lagi deh. See u again...?

;p

Forgiving and forgetting

Nicosia (December 20, 2010 )
f I must say the way I’m doing, I will say that I forgive but I don’t forget; not because I want to remember the bad things that hapenned to me, but because my heart is not ready to forget…

I also think that forgetting is the supreme way of forgiving but it must be a natural process that comes (if it comes) without our intervention. When we forget something that has been fogiven it means that we evolved in our spiritual way to such an extend that we are very different from the one we were in the past, when we were hurt.

I think that we should give ouselves the freedom to forget or not the things that happenned to us, so that our souls be free to follow their way…

mizfee (August 3, 2010 at 9:00 am)
Forgiving someone who has wronged you, betrayed you, is a very hard thing to do. I struggle with this daily. But I find that the act of forgiveness is not something you do as a gift for the other person, but as a gift for yourself.
You hold on so tight to your anger, your principles, that you just clench so tightly at this thing you can’t let go.
How do you find peace if you’re constantly reminding yourself how badly the other person treated you? Yet that person has moved on, created a new life, finding happiness in his own way. Let go, let go of the anger, and you can then unclench the hand and reach for something else, something new, hopefully something better. Maybe you don’t forget, but over time the memory of the pain fades, and it doesn’t hurt so much anymore.
Then forgive and move forward.
Justice happens when that pain doesn’t affect you anymore and the powerful memory of days long gone don’t hang around too long.

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