Favorites Books

Avridita's favorites book montage

Twilight
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Si Gila Belanja Punya Bayi (Shopaholic & Baby) - Shopaholic Series Book 5
Si Gila Belanja Akhirnya Kawin Juga (Shopaholic Ties The Knot) - Shopaholic Series Book 3
Eragon
Eldest: Yang Pertama
Brisingr
Inheritance
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Harry Potter dan Tawanan Azkaban
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: Harry Potter dan Piala Api
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Hickory Dickory Dock: A Hercule Poirot Mystery
4:50 From Paddington
Eclipse: Gerhana
New Moon: Dua Cinta
Awal Yang Baru
Box Set The Hunger Games
The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe: Sang Singa, Sang Penyihir, dan Lemari
The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader: Petualangan Dawn Treader


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Jumat, 01 April 2011

Saat itu..

31 Maret 2011.

Aku terduduk diam disana.

Lidah kelu, otot-otot membeku.

Mataku memandang nanar entah kemana.

Kata-kata itu menyerangku bertubi-tubi.

Meninggalkan sayatan luka bernanah.

Bisa kurasakan wajahku tidak membara oleh emosi apa pun.

Saat itu terlalu sakit bagiku bahkan untuk menggerakkan satu bagian terkecil tubuhku.

Aku merasa kebas saat itu.

Aku bahkan sulit menjangkau diriku sendiri.

Itulah kompensasi dari rasa sakit luar biasa yang aku rasakan saat itu.

Aku bicara tapi itu bukan diriku.

Aku bergerak tapi bukan kemauanku.

Saat itu rasanya seluruh tubuhku menjelma menjadi sekumpulan perih.

Kepalaku tak sanggup menanggung rasa sakit hatiku.

Kosong. Ingin segera semua ini berakhir.

Hatiku terus memberontak, mencakar-cakar dari dalam tubuhku untuk dapat meluapkan semuanya.

Aku tak bisa melihat mataku.

Apakah orang disana bisa melihat cairan bening disitu?

Ataukah dengan sukses aku telah menangis tanpa air mata?

Kata-kata itu masuk melalui gendang telingaku, dan bersemayam di hati.

Merasa terhina lagi.

Entah bisa dilupakan atau tidak.

Saking sakitnya, ingin kurenggut hatiku keluar dari rongga dadaku.

Lalu ku bersihkan dari kata-kata itu.

Dan aku bertekad bahwa ini akan menjadi yang terakhir.

Akhirnya..

Akhirnya semburan kata-kata itu selesai juga.

Kelegaan tumpul menyergapku seketika.

Semoga air mata ini tersamarkan oleh air wudhu.

Semoga caci maki itu terbasuh oleh dzikir.

Semoga Allah mengirimkan utusanNya padaku, yang akan menyembuhkanku.

Mungkin sakit hati ini pantas ku terima.

Maafkan aku, untuk semua hati yang merasa tersakiti.

Saat itu semua berakhir..

Terima kasih, untuk sahabatku yang bersedia dibangunkan oleh air mataku.

Terima kasih, untuk orang yang tetap ingin ada disini dan bertekad membantuku menghadapi ini semua walau mungkin kau pun merasa tersakiti.

Terima kasih sahabat-sahabatku, dan keluargaku.

Mengingatkan saat aku khilaf.

Menyaksikan setiap air mata yang tercurah.

Mereka seperti induk ayam yang sadar akan bahaya akan menimpa anaknya yang baru melihat dunia.

Terima kasih Ya Allah, apabila ini memang jalan keluar yang selama ini kuminta melalui setiap sujudku.. InsyaAllah aku ikhlas menerimanya.

Alhamdulillah..

My first observation in i-tutor.

Well, actually this has been posted on my tumblr a long time ago. But I want to share it here too. Enjoy!

Friday,February 4th 2011.

Miss Siti (the full-time teacher), Mr. Yuvi (my senior part-time teacher), and I were having a conversation when suddenly a kid’s voice stopped our talk. “Heeey, Marsha!”, Miss Siti said. We rushed to the class. As I was entering the door I saw a kid-- a boy--like six or seven years old. He was holding the computer mouse and so excited to start playing the game. "Eh kenalin dulu dong ini siapa," Mr. Yuvi said. Marsha lifted his face, I smiled, he stared at the floor--he was shy. I gave him my hand then he kissed it while smiling. His smile has a dimple on it, cute!! At that moment I knew my world is changing.. (am I too much?)

Time went by and the students were coming one by one. There are only six students in that class (phew!). Two of them are brother and sister. The older one named Nabila, she is a smart and talkative girl. His brother named Luthfi (Upi). Well, this one is super I think. He sat there, saw me sitting, then yelled,

"Mister, Mister!! Itu Miss baru yaaaaa? Kenalin dong!".

I was so surprised that I felt so glad that they were paying attention that I was there. I even felt so happy when one of them asked me what date that day was. Oh--put the sentimental thing aside, I wanna tell you about this kid. Why is Upi super? Well, he sat on the trash bin, he climbed on Mr. Yuvi's back, and etc (BIG grin). There's a shy girl named Ara (she didn't want to go in front of the class), a new guy named Dafa, and a good boy named Nabil.

According to Mr. Yuvi's humble opinion :p , that day the class went well and calmer than it used to be. "Wow." my thoughts told me. That was calm, so I have to prepare for the worse. Every now and then I heard him saying this during the class : "Marsha, sit down." I tell you it's impossible wanting them to stay on their seat more than five minutes (except Ara). Challenging, ckck!!

Surprisingly I was so glad--much more than I thought. I can't wait to be their teacher. I'd never known before that I really wanted tp be a teacher. Well, of course that job was in my mind, but I never realized that it was so important to me. The same situation occured when I thought I was studying English in my college just to kill my time. No. I realized that it is important for me. If it isn't, then why I care much about graduating with cum laude title?? Clearly English is not just my hobby, it's the aim of my life.

A wonderful moment happened when they were leaving the class. They took turn kissing my hand one by one. My heart was so warm. A first warm feeling I had after what I've been through. Now I know why I secretly want my future husband is a lecturer,haha. Knowing your students, being memorized by your students, playing a prominent role in a kid's future are not small things. Those are great things of being a teacher. The rest of the great things..well, I haven't found out yet. I'll find it while watching those little mouths speaking English. If this is really my calling, then I'll answer it.

Pray for me to be a good teacher, please. Will you? :)