my first flight bali-surabaya, akhirnya naik pesawat di 31 januari 2013 ini. Biar di bilang ndeso yang penting terbang.

hampir 8 bulan di tanah rantau akhirnya come back in my city, sidoarjo

What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

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Okay, so I logged onto CP to do Operation Blackout, I was super confused at first until I figured out what to do. I started crawling through the air ducts in Herbert’s area, I will admit, it was very warm compared to the rest of the island at that time. I crawled through the air ducts to get to the first security system.

       I reached the system and had to disarm it. I clicked onto the machine and moved the key to the keyhole. My screen told me the system had been disarmed. I went to the file for more briefing. Director told me I needed to use a grappling hook so I clicked it to use it. I saw a small hatch and clicked it and grappled up

       I got to the second level so I could disarm that system. I disarmed it and clicked the file for further briefing. The file said to use a laser to get to the next level. I saw an iron door and clicked it. Sure enough, the laser went into action and lasered open the door (yes I’m making up words). So, I went to the next level.

      By now it was an impulse to click the machines and so I did. I disarmed the machine and tried to move to the next level. It didn’t work. I tried multiple times and it didn’t work at all. I asked for help from people who were coming out of it but they wouldn’t help. By now I was mad and felt like a failure. I sat and then someone came out. Her name was duckymomo (quack,quack,quack;he’s my very best friend). She tried to help us. At first we didn’t get it. We caught on. You weren’t clicking ON the door, you click BEHIND the door.

             Basically this cycle went on one more time before the ending. Oh, such a shocking seen. I was SUPER weird. Okay, so I disarmed Herbert’s generator, boy he was ticked off. So anyways, Herbert captured the Director as the last thing. It was weird seeing a shadow frozen (He froze The Rookie, Jet Pack Guy, Dot, and Gary). So they became unfrozen after I disarmed Herbert’s machine. You see the Director in person after that. “He’s” standing in the shadows using a voice changer. “He” tells you “great job.”

          “He” begins to step out of the shadows and you see the yellow color of his right flipper. Then the camera angle begins to go up. you see the outline of a pink beanie and black glasses. If you can guess it. You now see freckles and a green penguin. a pencil on the side of “his” head and a notepad in the left hand. Yep, Aunt Artic is Director. Shh, keep it a secret (spread the word).

Aku hampir lupa bagaimana bunyinya, tapi hmm..

“Bergeraklah maju, menuju Indonesia baru..Sinsingkan lengan baju…”

Ah kacau, lupa sama liriknya mars mahasiswa ini, mentang2 sudah Ex…^^

Waktu itu masih muda, dengan semangat menyala, seakan kitalah yang menguasai dunia..

Jelas saya tak akan lupa, jelas tak bisa…

Perjalanan itu, bakti pada masyarakat yang pernah kita lakukan, kita tak akan lupa, bukan karena apa yang bisa kita beri tapi pada semangat dan harga mati untuk mengabdi pada tanah air…

Kita pernah disana, di tempat yang jauh, di seberang selawah, barat dan selatan…Kita pernah disana…

Di penghujung provinsi ini…

Di sudut lain tanah ini…

Kita tiba disana…Tak perduli bertapak, tak kenal berkendara…

Luar biasa…

Setiap jalan, setiap cerita..

Dan gambar kenangan..

Mereka bukan menumpang dinegri ini, mereka juga beribu pertiwi???

Masi berjalan ketika setapak kulalui dan sungai kering sumber air mereka, juga anak kandung ibu pertiwi ini…

Ini sedikit kemurahan alam, boleh kaki menapaki hangat dan dinginnya lautan selatan, Seramah ini jika disuguhi kesopanan…adab budi bertamu padanya…

Lautan ini….

Datanglah padaku…

Ketuk pintuku perlahan…

Ucapkan salam dengan suara lembutmu…

Masuklah, jika kupersilakan, maka seprti yang lain aku juga alam yang ramah…

Saat itu masih berjalan terseok-seok, dengan kaki kecil bersama anak yang lebih kecil dari saya…adiknya kakak ipar…

Jalannya berbatu, tanah kuning dan merah, berdebu jika mobil penganngkut sawit melintas…

Bersama mereka, melukiskan sedikit bayangan dari episode kehidupan dulu..Masa kecil..

I was a child, I run away

With them. My little rascals..

Never walked, just run and run

Let me riding bike

Like I was a captain

Not allowed land my feet, that’s restricted

If you did, Rob and thieve let caught you!!

Bisa dibayangkan, menelusuri jalan itu, tak jauh rumah satu dan yang lain,,,blok…

Pohon rambutan, kacang tanah di pekarangan mereka, sungai pendek berbatu yang mengering, merdu kokok ayam jantan, musik india—Kuche Kuche Hotahai—Ahhaha—- juga para pekerja melintas pagi2 dengan pacul ditangannya….What’s a dramatic moment!!

Waktu kecil saya pernah di sana, perkampungan penduduk transmigrasi, sekali—saat masih kecil, benar2 masih kecil—Di sana indah, alamnya masih ramah, udaranya segar, membuka pintu rumah pagi hari, paru2 kamu bisa kembang sekembang2nya untuk menampung seluruh udara pagi meski dingin..Di depannya bukit, di seberang jalan berumput tempat bermain bola anak muda di sore hari, saat mereka telah kembali dari kebunnya…

Pemukimam itu bernama blok, hanya pergi sekali—saat tiba2 provinsi ini menjadi tak aman, aku tak pernah kesana…kabarnya mereka juga banyak yang pulang ke daerah asalnya…

Tapi sungguh, jika ada waktu ingin kembali ke sana..Maybe SumDay…^^

I could not possibly have then understood how clearly I would remember all that she told me, exactly how accurate the prediction would end up being, nor how profoundly those moments would ultimately change my life.