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Hobi

Another writing from my mom ...

Dear Mita,

Tadi malam tilpunnya sering error. Nah 'Ta ini cerita hobi. Sekarang sih kamu hobinya jalan-jalan, tapi klo sudah agak tua mo jalan2 ya masih seneng, tapi dananya gak ada. Jadi klo ada hobi bisa dikerjakan lagi untuk weekend-an. Lha mau masak semua diet, mau jalan males n BBM mahal, jadi di rumah merawat anggrek n tanaman hias lain untuk persiapan pensiun he he.

Ini cerita tentang hobi mama untuk menyulam. Sebetulnya itu bukan hobi, tapi menggali kemampuan yang lama terpendam. Untuk kegiatan di weekend. Mama belajar nyulam sejak kelas 3 SD. Kata emak (nenek gw) siapa tahu kalau berguna. Lha paling gak aku kan bisa ngajari kamu nyulam n merenda waktu SMA dulu.

Kali ini nyulamnya pakai pita Jepang. Nah ini sedang trend, sampai di Gramedia ada lomba nyulam pita. Aku sih gak ikutan, cuma seneng aja. Jadi mama buat taplak meja tamu, berhiaskan bunga mawar he he. Hiasan dinding bergambar Cinderella (mita: gubrakks, nyokap gw ada2 aje :p) dan anggrek, kubikin pigura n dipajang di ruang tamu depan. Kebetulan aku juga punya polanya diberi tetangga dulu di Kebumen 35 tahunan yang lalu, he he. Aku juga bikin sulaman pada baju.

Papa juga punya hobi baru. Sekarang malah beli kaset lagu dolanan bahasa Jawa. Wah ternyata asik juga, aku juga ada yang bisa kok. Begini deh kalau Cina berubah jadi Jawa, hehehe. Padahal dulu repot juga. Mama cerita sama Papa kalau dulu sempat diturunkan dari kelas 4 SD Chinese menjadi kelas 3 SD Kristen Jawa *. Masalah muncul karena aku gak bisa bhs Jawa, bisanya Mandarin. Alhasil aku nangis di kelas. Kebetulan anaknya mbah Dal pinter, lalu tiap hari pulang sekolah aku diajari nulis ha na ca ra ka ** dan ngomong kromo ***. Awalnya minta ampun sulitnya, tapi lama-lama aku enjoy juga. Waktu kenaikan kelas, nilai bahasa Jawa-ku 9, mengalahkan semua temanku yang orang Jawa. Wah senengya melebihi lulus doktor hahaha. Kesimpulanku Tuhan mempersiapkan Mama untuk jadi orang Jawa dengan jadi Ny YBS, haha. Tapi aku juga gak lupa ama adat Chinese walaupun gak menjalankan penuh.

Nah itu cerita yang mungkin berguna.

Love papa n mama

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* Tahun 50an, banyak sekolah berbahasa Mandarin yang ditutup
** Ha na ca ra ka = Aksara Jawa
*** Kromo = Bahasa jawa halus
**** YBS = nama bokap gw
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andri said…
menarik juga ya kisah mamanya, ternyata ada turun kelas juga ya di masa lalu...
8:30 AM
Anonymous said…
senang menemukan blog ini,
sangat menyentuh membaca kemesraan hati seorang ibu pada putrinya.
cerita mengenai turun kelas itu menghidupkan ingatan pada masa gelap dalam sejarah negeri ini:
rasisme berkedok naturalisasi

salam kenal mita,

RM
http://ayomerdeka.wordpress.com/
7:49 AM
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