14 Tahun Bali Bombing

Aku dan adikku sedang berjalan menikmati sore (sekitar jam 20.00 itu masih sore kan?) di daerah Kuta. Masih terlalu pagi untuk nge-bar, sekedar pesan sebotol bir yang harganya 2 atau 3 kali lipat dari harga normalnya. Dan, ah lupakan ide itu. Aku sedang di Kuta dengan adikku, ‘gadis Jawa baik-baik’. Repotlah nanti jika aku harus adu argumen kala liburan.

Gadis-gadis penyebar flyer dan penyambut tamu adalah pemandangan yang menjadi ciri khas bar-bar disini. Sesekali mata mereka memandang ke sesama pekerja wanita yang lain. Sekilas ada titik persaingan di antara mereka. Mungkin. Salut aku atas daya tahan tubuh mereka dari angin malam yang akan dengan mudahnya menyentuh kulit gelap mereka yang tak tertutup banyak kain.

Berhentilah aku dan adikku di tempat ini. Tempat dimana 14 tahun yang lalu suasananya pasti tidak seperti saat kami disini. Aku masih SD saat menyaksikkan beritanya di TV. Sekarang hanya bisa membayangkan mereka yang harus bekerja malam untuk menafkahi keluarga di kampung halaman, dan mereka yang sedang berusaha menikmati hidup sejenak selepas kerja keras di Negara asal mereka, dengan sekejap meninggalkan dunia untuk selamanya.

Di sini, di seberang sebuah monumen yang bertuliskan nama-nama korban dalam tragedi bom Bali. Monumen yang bagiku hanya sekedar bangunan, namun sarat akan makna bagi keluarga dan orang dekat para korban. Ah, Tuhan, semoga KAU berikan kekuatan untuk mereka yang ditinggalkan.

Amor Ring Acintya. Om Shanti Shanti Shanti.

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Photo by Reza Yunita 
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Smoothie Bowl

Dulu waktu tinggal di Bali, jenis makanan ini belum ngehits seperti sekarang. Eh atau mungkin karena akunya tinggal di kampung, jadi resto-restonya belum coba inovasi baru. Sekarang lihat posting temen-temen yang suka nongki cantik, ini makanan kayaknya lagi hits.

Kalau dulu sih aku pikirnya smoothie ini ya minuman. Diminum pakai sedotan. Aku suka pesen banana/mango smoothie sambil nongkrong galau sama Liza. Ah, mendadak kangen sama warung Komang. 

Iseng dong pagi ini coba bikin smoothie bowl sendiri. Niatnya sih mau breakthrough: bikin perubahan gaya hidup yang lebih sehat. Mumpung awal bulan, momennya pas buat memulai sesuatu yang baru. Jadi mau sarapan pakai buah-buah gitu, ngurangin nasi biar agak susut dikit.

Tapi you know lah yang kayak gitu itu biasanya hanyalah WACANA. Jadi tadi pagi waktu aku lagi ngupas2 buah, bapakku sarapan sama telur dadar. Sama bapak, telur dadarnya disisain separuh. Aku adalah orang yang penuh belas kasih jadi nggak bisa kalau lihat dianggurin. 

Akhirnya…..yes… Sarapan ronde pertama pakai nasi 3 sendok dan telur dadar! Hahaha. 

Tapi apakah smoothie bowlnya nggak jadi? O… Tentu jadi! Kalau nggak jadi, nggak bakal ada foto di bawah ini.

  

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Bikinnya smoothie ala Kiki-nya simpel banget. Pisang, anggur, kiwi sama susu putih cair sedikit aja. Terus diblend. Udah gitu aja. Yang bikin lama adalah ngupas2 dan potong buahnya plus nyuci alat2nya.

Lalu apa bedanya smoothie di gelas dan smoothie bowl? Sensasinya. Iya, berasa kayak makan bubur tapi bubur buah, jadi bikin seger. Berhubung tadi aku udah sarapan ronde pertama, jadi smoothie bowlnya nggak abis. Maruk sih. 

Kamu udah pernah coba? Kalau belum, jangan jadiin post ini sebagai acuan karena kamu mungkin ngga akan terpacu. Hehe. Silahkan cari aja di IG pake hastag #smoothiebowl. Bakalan ada banyak gambar2 yang bikin kamu semangat buat create your own smoothie bowl.

Have a blessed August!

 

Sun Sets in my Heart

Living in rural place, close to nature, and quite in the East of Bali made me feeling awkward and excited in the same time when I visited my friend in Legian. We spent an evening hanging out in one of the famous and fancy beach clubs in Double Six area, Seminyak. At first, an usher woman stared at me in a strange way. I guessed it was because of the way I dressed in a long jeans and tank top, nothing smelt glamorous and sexy from me.

The woman asked me if I had made a reservation and I answered her by pointing my friend who is already well known in the beach club. She got what I meant that I came with my friend. She then nodded and let me come in. My friend said hi to almost everyone there. She’s been famous here and she looks fancy. Yeah, I was there just because of her.

A foreigner DJ played music that match with the sunset moment and the crowd of Seminyak at the time. Some of visitors were swimming in the pool, some were just sitting down enjoy the drinks and the music while talking to some friends. I observed around and find a fact: people who work here are more kind to foreign tourist and those who ‘looks’ rich. It’s very understandable and nothing’s wrong with that since it’s what they should do.

I refused the third cocktail offered to me. Honestly, I would be happier if there is somebody offered me a glass of orange juice or sweet chocolate ice or well, maybe a glass of Virgin Mojito. I am not a big fan of alcohol. Just because of one reason: it’s pricey.

“I would be the one who drives home, so I must not get drunk”. It’s just two glasses of Cocktail and I felt bit tipsy so fast. I said no when my friend offered me her cigarette. A waiter approached us and smiled while replacing the ashtray full of menthol cigarette on our table with the new one. My friend smiled to him back as the sign of “thanks”.

The sun has set. It’s time to leave, find something to eat for diner, shower, and then sleep. For sure, the morning would wake me up with massive stomachache of the alcohol, which processed in my tummy.

On the way home, I kept thinking of my place in the village; a place where I am welcomed as I am, a place of simplicity and honest life: Tulamben.

–Legian, which is always summer.

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sunset time

The Virgin Dewi

 

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Virgin Beach

Karangasem offers me various beaches to snuggle with. We can easily find dark sand beaches along the North Sea and white sand beaches along the Lombok Sea. One of my favorite beaches is White Sand Beach or which is famous as Virgin Beach. I have no idea why did people name it Virgin beach. Perhaps when people first discovered it, it was still ‘virgin’, un-touchable.

Recently, the infrastructures along the way to the beach are massively being built. Some restaurants and beach bars are trying to compete. More tourists and crowd, especially when it comes to peak season. I don’t think that the beach still deserve for its nickname ‘Virgin’.

I walked to the corner of the beach, approaching the only local food stall, which sells Bakso Ayam and some drinks. I talked to the owner of the food stall when she’s preparing a bowl of Bakso I ordered (yeah, it’s me! I love starting conversation with stranger!). Gladly, she came from Java! I was so happy meeting another Javanese in Karangasem.

The conversation went deeper. She told me that she has four children, step children. The kids’ biological mother was sick of cancer and could not do anything. She then married by the father for taking care of the four children who are still need a figure of mother. She herself had married the divorced with grow up sons. She said that soon after her steps children growing up, she would back to her hometown. Somehow it sounds fishy. But yeaa… the father also needs to be taken care, doesn’t he? 😉

She opens her little warung to help her husband’s financially who works as truck driver. Usually Made (second child), Komang (third child), and Ketut (fourth child) would help her in the beach while the number one daughter works in Nusa Dua as a Japanese’s private villa keeper. I could imagine how hard their struggling as I also came from low class family.

Seeing me coming to the beach with a group of foreigners (one of them is white), she teased me “would you find ANY bule (white people) for my daughter?”.

At first, I had no idea what’s her intention then I asked her to explain me again. And ya. She’s trying to find a bule man for Dewi, the second daughter who is just 15 years old.

“Old man is okay, the more important thing is that he (the white man) could understand that Dewi still needs school tuition, and we expect that he could help us financially”. Said the woman.

I was shocked, I turned my head to Dewi, “is that true, Dewi?”.

Dewi replied me, “Ya, I want to help my parents financially. So, if there is white man who wants to support me, I am okay”.

Hearing that statement, my local Balinese co-worker (who was there with me at the time) told me to introduced Dewi to one of our bule friend: Marty.

“Marty, that woman told me that she’s looking for a man for her daughter”.

 

—To be continued . . .