Fall in love with Agatha Christie

Lately, mungkin karena tuntutan skripsi dimana aku harus menuliskan cerita yang ada sangkut pautnya dengan crime, aku akhirnya memutuskan untuk membaca beberapa novel crime fiction.

Dan, setelah membaca beberapa novel karya Agatha Christie, harus diakui bahwa aku akhirnya jatuh cinta dengan penulis ini.

Alur dan plotnya sangat tidak terduga. Setiap katanya membuatku bingung dan harus berpikir siapa sebenarnya yang menjadi otak dari kriminal ini. Dan ketika aku berpikir tentang seseorang, siapa sangka ternyata pemikiranku salah dan bukan dialah otaknya malahan orang lain yang tidak terduga. Mungkin itulah yang menjadi ciri khas Agatha Christie, setiap  pembacanya mungkin sempat salah menebak pembunuhnya. Kriminal yang tidak terduga.

Hal lain yang membuatku menyukai setiap novelnya adalah, Agatha Christie selalu melibatkan karakter lain sehingga detektif tidak hanya bekerja sendirian. Seperti dalam novel Man in the Brown Suit, Agatha Christie menggunakan sudut pandang seorang remaja perempuan dalam mengungkap kebenaran yang bahkan tidak ada detektif satupun yang terlibat dalam pemecahan kasusnya. Juga karakter Miss Marple, seorang wanita berumur yang sudah menyelesaikan banyak masalah, yang juga bukan seorang detektif.

Melalui karyanya, aku berpikir bahwa sebenarnya setiap orang pun bisa menyelesaikan masalah sesulit apapun, bahkan dalam ruang lingkup kiriminalitas, bukan hanya seseorang yang berwenang seperti polisi atau detektif. Dan well, itu sangat terlihat jelas di dalam novel-novelnya.

“The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.” (Murder on the Orient Express)

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Fotografer Alam (?)

Lately, i like taking photo of nature, here are some of my pictures

FYI, most of them are taken by iphone 5s without any filter

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Remember and Move On

Lava Tour: Remember What Need To Be Remembered and Move On Slowly

It was two days one night trip for travel writing class and we decided to travel around Yogyakarta. Lava Tour become one of the places I wanted to visit most in Yogyakarta. Placed in the slopes of Merapi Mountain, following the lava track which caused by the eruption in 2006 and 2010, this trip is a way to learn about the history of Merapi Mountain eruption and to see directly the leftover.

The sun was still hiding behind the cloud when we gathered around many jeeps. With our own group, our own choice, 3 of my friends and I jumped to one of a green jeep without any cover on the front. With Mr. Taufik, the driver, time to take off to remember what happened several years ago in Yogyakarta. Couldn’t hide our excitement, some of my friends in another jeep preferred to stand while my friends and I preferred to sit since it was our first time in jeep. I could feel the wind blew my hair aggressively tried to ruin my hairstyle. The sun also couldn’t hide its excitement to accompany us seeing the leftover of Merapi Mountain’s lava track.  The journey was quite far from our base camp but it didn’t make us tired since we could also see what Yogyakarta looked like.

The jeep started to dance followed the rocky street also made our bodies up and down, as we went deeper into the track. Left and right there is nothing but tree. Dust flew, forced to make teary eyes and short breath, but luckily we used mask and there was glasses cover my eyes but nothing for my friend in front who several time rubbed her eyes and spit something from her mouth.

First place to visit was Alien’s rock. There was a big stone near the front gate with many pieces of animal bones on it. When we walked, there was nothing but sand and rock. Some decorations were made by people as a photo spot but I had no willing to have a picture in that spot. Not far from the area where we listened the explanation of the place, there was a big black rock that is called as alien’s rock. “There is no rock like that before, but when Merapi Mountain erupted, magically the rock is there,” said the tour leader. “Also if you pay attention on it, the stone looked like a face of human,” he continued his explanation. We gathered around the rock, tried to see if what he said was true or not. But yes, the stone looked like a human face. Amazing, isn’t it?

Time was still running forced us to continue our journey. Deeper the jeeps brought us, crazier its dance was. Mr. Taufik also wasn’t reluctant to escort the jeep to the rockier street. If my stomach could talk, I thought it would shout at me and said “stop the crazy shaking, you human!” Yet, my mind didn’t care about my stomach and enjoyed the fun.

A few minutes later, we stopped in front of a wrecked house. There were 2 bones of animal welcomed us. There were no glass attached to the window like what window should actually looked like. Cry from people who experienced the incident covered the wall. “Museum Mini Sisa Hartaku” is how people called it. The house itself was broken by the incident. The white walls became dull, outside the house I could see the door which supposed to be inside the house and stanchions were standing stick to the wall. Inside the house, there were tables with many things which were broken by the lava on the top. Electronic devices, cutlery, kitchen appliances were covered by grey dust. All of those things became hard and shapeless so there was an explanation to tell the visitor what it was. Pictures of what the area looked like before and after the eruption and how the mountain was looked when the eruption happened were decorating the empty wall. I didn’t know about the other, but I really felt sad and also had a goose bump seeing the things. “It shows the time when Merapi Mountain erupt.” The tour leader said when we were in front of a clock which hung on the wall. Its long hand on the number one while its short hand on twelve, and under the clock a wood board with “Day: Friday” was written in red ink. As we walked around the house, the tour leader didn’t stop his explanation about the incident. I could hear his low voice tried to explain everything in order to make us imagine how sad and fearful the incident was.

Continue our lesson, we went to a dark, not too big bunker where people hid and protected themselves when the eruption happened. There was only darkness and emptiness found in the bunker. I couldn’t imagine, how people could live in a place under the ground. It was cold. Echo. Lonely. Forced me to get out from the bunker hurriedly. On the top of the bunker, there was a big sign of its name, “Bunker Kaliadem”. I thought the cloud also feel the lonely of the bunker. It became dark and cold. It also started to cry little by little, remembering what people might do at that time, crying and praying for God’s favor. 

The rain started to calm down as we left the bunker. “It’s time to go home,” I thought didn’t want to remember only the sad memory, yet the jeep went down to the small river. “Ready for the wet time?” Asked Mr. Taufik as the jeep was in the river. Slowly but sure, water around us, it was ready to erase all of the sadness. The river was full of happy shout from us. There were some who wanted more but some didn’t want the cold water touched them again. Honestly, I really wanted to have more water sprayed on me, but I knew my clothes didn’t help me so much with only one pants. When the jeep started to leave the river, I knew it was really the time to go home.

The way home journey felt shorter than when we departed. It didn’t need long time to finally back to the base camp. “This trip is made since Merapi Mountain is no longer dangerous.” Mr. Taufik said when one of my friend asked. An idea of what people might think after experienced the eruption came up to my mind when I heard him, alsowhen I remembered that the track also brought us from sadness to happiness, “so it’s time to move on little by little. Not only see it as an incident but something that can be useful for people around here.” I know it must be really hard, tearful, and scary for the people who experienced it but I am glad to know they start to rise again. Just remember what need to be remembered and move on slowly. 

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Lembaga Kemahasiswaan?

Semua mahasiswa tentu tidak asing dengan yang namanya Lembaga Kemahasiswaan (LK).

Tapi, yang belum tahu, LK itu kurang lebih sama seperti OSIS di SMA ataupun organisasi-organisasi lainnya namun dengan ruang lingkup yang lebih besar, yaitu universitas ataupun fakultas.

Saat ini aku duduk di akhir tahun menjelang angkatan akhir, dan di tahun ketiga inilah aku nyemplung ke LK. Meski saat ini periode ku telah berada di ujung tanduk, namun inilah saat yang aku tunggu-tunggu, dimana tidak ada lagi rapat dan segala kesibukannya.

Puji Tuhan, di LK aku diberi tanggung jawab sebagai bendahara I Senat Mahasiswa Fakultas (SMF) dimana yang pada awalnya tidak punya ketertarikan sedikitpun untuk join organisasi ini.

Di universitasku sendiri, SMF berdiri sebagai pengeksekusi semua kegiatan fakultas yang telah berjalan di tahun-tahun sebelumnya. SMF lah yang bertugas untuk memastikan semua kegiatan berjalan dengan baik dan lancar, dan sesuai dengan segala yang telah direncanakan di awal periode.

Singkat cerita, aku mendaftar SMF dan diminta untuk menjadi bendahara I. Bendahara di SMF kurang lebih bertugas untuk membagi dana untuk semua kegiatan, juga memeriksa dan memastikan proposal dan Laporan Pertanggung Jawaban selesai dan semua kegiatan mendapatkan dana yang seharusnya.

Meskipun beberapa kali dipercayakan sebagai bendahara event ataupun Kelompok Bakat Minat (KBM), namun ternyata menjadi bendahara SMF itu sangat jauh berbeda dengan yang sebelumnya. Terlalu banyak masalah yang membingungkan dan mematikan.

Bukan hanya masalah dari bendahara saja, mengikuti rapat dari pagi sampai pagi, rapat mendadak, semuanya sudah termasuk menjadi 1 paket yang harus dilakukan ketika terjun ke LK. Bertemu dengan orang-orang baru, bekerja sama dengan orang temperamen, kecurigaan sana sini bukanlah hal yang asing ditemukan di dalam LK.

Namun, dari sekian banyak masalah yang ada, banyak hal baik yang bisa didapatkan dari LK. Belajar bekerja sama dengan semua orang, belajar berbicara di depan banyak orang, berpikir cepat dan kritis, itu semua yang aku pelajari selama menjadi bagian dari LK.

Yang awalnya hanyalah orang asing, menjadi orang sedekat keluarga, adalah yang terpenting yang kutemukan di dalam LK.

Nyemplung di LK ternyata seru juga.


Cheers, 
Felhielhie

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Cerita Tersembunyi

Kemarin, tidak seperti kelas biasanya yang diajar oleh dosen, 3 orang travel writer diundang untuk menjadi pembicara di guest lecture kami, sebuah alternatif lain untuk belajar. Di awal acara, kami diminta untuk memotret apa saja di lingkungan kampus, namun hasil potret kami harus mempunyai cerita di dalamnya. Menjadi seorang perempuan yang tidak terbiasa memotret hal lain selain selfie membuatku terdiam dan bingung mengenai apa yang harus dipotret.

(Hasil potretan yang pertama)

Aku bahkan tidak tahu harus memotret apa. Kalaupun ada, aku merasa bahwa gambar itu tidak punya cerita di dalamnya, hanya sebuah gambar yang diambil secara acak. 

(Hasil potretan kedua)

Namun, di gambar yang kedua membuatku sadar. Bila diperhatikan lebih lagi, ada sebuah cerita yang tersimpan. 

Seburuk apapun keadaan, ketika semua terasa tidak mungkin, ada secuil harapan yang mungkin saja tercipta. Seperti bunga yang mampu tumbuh di tanah yang tandus.

Hal kecil seperti itupun membuatku menyadari, semua hal memiliki cerita tersembunyi.Yang bila dipandang sekilas tidak berarti apa-apa, namun ketika diperhatikan lebih, bercerita banyak hal.

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I miss you

I remember when you always bring me, wherever you are

Eating, sleeping, watching television, even taking bath

We always together,

Inseparable,

Me and you, you and me

I remember when you always talk to me, whatever it is

Your pique, amusement, tears, all of the babbling from your mouth

We always together,

Inseparable,

Me and you, you and me

I remember when slowly you replacing me, whoever it is

You start not to remind me, ignore me, having fun with the thing as time grows up

I am alone

We are separated

There’s only me and my self

I remember when sometimes you see me, then go, wherever you are

You leave me with all of our memories

I am alone

We are separated

There’s only me and my self,

You and your little board on

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Bad Dream

Hari ini aku membongkar file-file lama di komputer, dan aku menemukan beberapa puisi lama yang bahkan aku sudah lupa kapan aku menulis semua itu. Di bawah adalah salah satunya



Tiada lagi senyum dibibirku

Tiada lagi rasa bahagiaku

Semua yg kuharapkan, musnah bagai debu ditelan angin

Cinta dan sayangmu yg menyakitiku

Rayuanmu yang membohongiku

Tak tahukah kamu, aku menangis disini?

Yg ada hanya penyesalan

Keinginan untuk kembali ke masa lalu

Walau ku tau, itu takkan terjadi

Bodohnya aku, percaya kata-katamu

Bodohnya aku, merelakan keistimewaanku untukmu

Kata-kata manis yg kau ucapkan hanya sebuah kebohongan yg mengiris hatiku

Walau air mata ini terus mengalir takkan mengembalikan apa-apa

Ku mohon Tuhan, ku harap ini hanya sebuah mimpi buruk untukku

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