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Budaya dan Wisata Pringgasela, Lombok

Pringgasela adalah sebuah kecamatan di Lombok Timur yang kaya akan budaya dan wisata. Secara geografis, kecamatan ini berlokasi tidak jauh dari Gunung Rinjani, desa-desanya sejuk dan indah sehingga bisa dijadikan sebagai destinasi wisata ekologi atau ekowisata dan berpotensi menjadi wisata budaya dengan melihat hasil budaya dari masyarakat.

Ekowisata mulai menjadi andalan para pelaku wisata untuk menarik wisatawan local maupun internasional. Mereka berkunjung ke desa ini selain pemandangan yang sejuk mereka juga ingin melihat atau membeli hasil tenunan tradisional. Tenun tradisional ini merupakn warisan nenek moyang Pringgasela yang harus dilestarikan dan  mulai dipamerkan pada event besar pada tahun 2017 yang mendatangkan lebih dari 1350 para penenun  Pringgasela. Hasil tenunan ini juga ditunjukkan dalam program tahunan Pemerintah Pringgasela yaitu “Alunan Budaya (Untuk melihat Event alunan budaya V ini bisa kunjungi https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KYikaOwx3Y)”. 

Event Ini merupakan salah satu cara para pemuda, pelaku wisata dan pemerintah untuk mengenalkan budaya, mempromosikan wisata dan meningkatkan penjualan hasil tenunan para penenun.

Selain acara Alunan Budaya, event tahunan terbesar lainnya adalah Pesona Budaya Pengadangan, event ini adalah prosesi pengarakan 3 ribu dulang saji yang dibawa dari empat penjuru mata angin. Acara ini memadukan antara adat dan agama. Sebelum dan setelah acara ini diadakan seni Bebuntaran, Peresean, Shalawat, ritual Betetulak dan acara Begibung (Untukl melihat event ini bisa kunjungi https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Si2HIMm1mjg).

Adapun beberapa destinasi wisata di kecamatan Pringgasela yang akan memanjakan mata para pengunjung yang jarang diekspos masyarakat beberapa di antaranya adalah

1.  Pancor Kopong Waterfall

Di bawahnya terdapat kolam atau bendungan kecil yang airnya sangat jernih. Air tersebut mengalir ke sungai sehingga menambah keasriannya. Di dalam air terjun tersebut, ada gua besar yang di dalamnya terdapat sumber air yang mengalir.

2. Semporonan Waterfall

Air terjun ini terletak di bagian utara Pringgasela yaitu di desa Timba Nuh. Air terjun ini disebut-sebut sebagai saudara kembarnya Air Terjun Sendang Gile karena memiliki look yang hampir sama.  Air terjun ini dikelilingi oleh kebun kopi yang akan menjadi mood booster bagi para pengunjung.

3. Pancor Buling Waterfall.

Berlokasi di desa Gerung Kelep, lokasinya tidak jauh dari pemukiman warga. Para pengunjung bisa menikmati viewnya lewat pemukiman warga atau langsung ke lokasi. Google Maps bisa mengarahkan para pengunjung ke tempat ini.

4. Kolam Putri Duyung

Di wisata air ini ada tiga kolam yang masing-masing dibuat sesuai dengan usia pengunjung. Satu kolam dikhususkan untuk anak-anak di bawah usia 7 tahun yang kedalaman dan bentuknya didesain khusus agar menarik untuk anak-anak. Selanjutnya kolam yang kedua juga khusus untuk anak-anak, tetapi dengan usia yang lebih tinggi, yaitu diatas 7 tahun. Sedangkan kolam yang ketiga disediakan khusus untuk pengunjung dewasa. Kedalaman kolam ini berkisar antara 3 sampai 3,5 meter, sehingga sangat cocok dan nyaman untuk berenang bagi orang dewasa. Lokasinya tidak jauh dari tugu MOPRA Pringgasela.

5. Pringggasela Hand Weaving (Kerajinan Tenun Pringgasela)

Pringgasela sangat terkenal dengan hasil tenunannya yang memiliki ragi (motif) yang bervariasi . Adapun ragi yang banyak peminatnya adalah ragi sari menanti, pucuk rebung dll. Harga kain tenunan kisaran Rp.300.000 ke atas. Ini sangat worth it karena lembut dan sejuk ketika untuk id tubuh. Hasil tenunan ini sudah bisa beli lewat aplikasi berbelanja online seperti Tokopedia, Bukalapak dll. Atau pengunjung bisa langsung datang ke lokasi, perjalanan dari Bandara Internasional Lombok sekitar satu jam setengah. Ketika sudah sampai apara pengunjung akan disuguhkan pemandangan kain tenunan yang digantung-gantung di Art Shops atau di took-toko seni lainnya bahkan pengunjung juga bisa menghubungi Kelompok Nina Penenun untuk menemani pengunjung.

6. Aranka Tempasan

Aranka Tempasan merupakan eko wisata baru yang menyediakan eco-hospitality yang ramah dan tradisional. Ekowisata ini ’’menggunakan CBT (Community Based Tourism) yaitu pendekatan pembangunan dan pengembangan kepariwisataan berbasis komunitas yang akan berimpak positif terhadapa kesejahteraan masayarakat. Wisata ini menyediakan river tubing, flying fox, canyon, rock climbing, camping ground dan cooking class, panorama walk, and cycling yang akan memuaskan para pengunjung. Wisata ini berlokasi di Desa Tempasan.

7. Pancor Datok

Pancor datuk merupakan wisata air yang terletak di desa aik dewa. Wisata ini selain menyuguhkan kolam, mata air juga pemandangan alam yang masih sangat asri. Terutama bagi para pengunjung yang sudah bosen dengan hiruk pikuk kota.  Wisata air ini bisa menjadi obat mata sekaligus obat ketenengan batin. Untuk tiket masuk, pengunjung hanya mengeluarkan Rp.2000 saja.

8. Mayung Polak

Wisata air ini merupakan salah satu wisata under control dan under patronage UGG (Unesco Global Newtwork). Wisata air ini merupakan wisata air terjun memiliki yang keindahan yang mengagumkan karena dikelilingi oleh pemandangan yang asri seperti beringin, jambu-jambu, strawberry dan anggrek. Menurut kepercayaan masyarakat setempat, wisata ini tidak hanya sebaga tempat rekreasi tapi juga sebagai obat dari segala penyakit.

9. Wisata Aik Seleong

Seleong atau Aik Leong adalah seluncuran alami yang terletak di dusun Kayu Jati, desa Timba Nuh. Untuk menuju lokasi ini para pengunjung bisa jalan dari tugu MOPRA Pringgasela menuju desa Pengadangan kemudian selanjutnya Timba Nuh (atau bisa akses Google Maps). Untuk menuju lokasi, bisa menggunakan kendaraan roda empat atau roda dua. Akses jalan menuju desa Timba Nuh sudah bagus jadi para pengunjung tidak perlu khawatir. So, tunggu apalagi. Eksplor yuk!

10. Wisata Pesanggrahan

Wisata ini dikenal sebagai wisata Timbe Nuh kare na lokasinya berada di desa Timbanuh. Namun banyak menyebutnya sebagai wisata Pesanggrahan

Wisata Pesanggrahan ini merupakan tempat rekreasi yang asri dan indah yang tepat untuk dikunjungi bagi mereka yang hendak melepaskan kegundahan ataupun kepenatan dari hiruk pikuk dunia luar atau sibuk kerja. Karena para pengunjung akan dimanjakan dengan wisata alam bahkan wisata air. Wisata ini akan ramai pengunjung di musim libur panjang seperti libur semester, awal dan akhir tahun, pasca Lebaran bahkan hari hari libur lainnya.

11. Bamboo Forest Inn

Bamboo Forest adalah salah satu destinasi wisata baru yang menyuguhkan pemandangan bamboo yang dikelola oleh Pokdarwis Desa Jurit. Ketika di lokasi, para pengunjung akan merasakan atmosfir seperti di Jepang. Lokasinya di sekitar mata air Bumbang, Desa Jurit. #VisitJuritVillage. #JuritBambooforest. #SpringWater.

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#Pulang

Kendaraanku sedang menunggu diparkiran, sebuah sepeda motor butut “Si Jago Astreaku”. Brand motor jagoan 90an, ini merupakan satu-satunya peninggalan kakakku. Kuhidupkan motorku, satu kali tidak bisa, dua kali belum bisa, akhirnya ketiga si Jago ini bernyanyi dan teriak siap berjalan. Aku berkendara dengan kecepatan sedang-sedang saja. takut jatuh. Ketika sedang berkendara, tak sadar seorang perempuan tua renta , bajunya sangat lusuh, tidak  layak pakai berjalan jarak  kira-kira 20 meter dariku. Tiba-2 remku serasa bolong, motor tak bisa kukendalikan, aku berusaha kendalikan kemudian aku tancap gas, kubunyikan klakson sekitar 5 kali.  Namun , perempuan ini berjalan seolah berjalan di atas serpihan, pecahan-pecahan gelas.Terasa sebuah mimpi,  berhalusi ,dihipnotis, dan ternyata benar aku sedang posisi awas.  Tidak terasa aku jatuh di bawah sebuah truk pengangkut barang menuju Pulau Sumbawa. Hanya aku ingat aku berkata “ibu”. Kuasa Tuhan, aku merasa tidak apa hanya sedikit luka di lutut. . Sayangnya, aku tak sempat melafazhkan nama Allah, karena dalam keadaan shock berat.  Tak ada seorang pun yang melihat kejadian itu.

Teringat perempuan tua , ke mana dia? Ke mana dia? Apakah dia baik-baik saja?  Ternyata perempuan tua itu , berjalan menuju gerbang sebuah musholla. Hendak shalat berjamaah. Masha Allah! Tanganku masih terasa kaku, serasa dipaksa untuk  tidak bergerak, seperti ditarik oleh tangan-tngan Syeitan . Aku melafazhkan Allahuakbar tiga kali. Kekakuan itu terasa berkurang. Berusaha berjalan  mendekati motorku. “Ha! Astaghfirullahalazim kakiku”. Aku sebenarnya tidak merasakan apa-apa hanya sulit bergerak, kakiku menghadap ke samping. Itu sulit sekali bergerak, urat-urat terasa berkumpul menjadi satu membentuk sebuah bola. Seperti gumpalan-gumpalan sperma dan ovum yang bersatu membentuk sebuah cabang bayi. Begitulah. Kali ini sulit sekali bergerak! Aku berusaha menghampiri perempuan itu meminta bantuan, aku tunjukkan kakiku yang bengkok itu seperti sebuah sapu yang bengkok

“ Kakiku!” kataku kepada perempuan tua itu. Anehnya, perempuan tua seolah tidak peduli dengan kondisiku, dia berusaha menjauh “Aku haruus pergi! Minta bantuan di sana”. Aku heran dengan perempuan tua ini.

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#Kelas

Dosenku datang, pak Hartono Dinata, dosen lulusan sastra University of Nottingham, UK. Beliau sudah berada diambang pintu,  beliau  terlihat sedang berbincang dengan salah satu dosen Linguistics, namun jeleknya aku betul-betul lupa nama beliau karena memang beliau tidak pernah masuk di kelasku. “Mahasiswa apa aku ini” kataku dalam hati. Perlahan aku tutup  dan masukkan buku yang bertuliskan  International Phonetics Alphabet (IPA) dan Puisi karangan Wordsworth itu ke tas lusuhku.

 “Assalamu`alaikum warahmatullahiwabarkatuh” sapa pak Dinata . “Walaikumsalam warahmatullahiwabarkatuh” serempak. “ Selamat siang” menyapa dengan senyuman  lebar, senyuman khas pak dosen yang satu ini, yang sering ditujukan ke semua mahasiswa. “Siang pak” serempak . “Bagaimana kabar pak? lanjut Valencia,  seorang putri mu`allaf  berkembangsaan Swedia dari kecil menetap di Selong. “Alhamdulillah Valencia, hanya kerongkongan saya sedikit sakit gara-gara teriak nonton final FIFA , Dutsch Vs Indonesia tadi malam, tanggung ” jawab pak Dinata.  “Apa ya singkatan FIFA itu pak, jujur pak saya sering denger tapi gak tau singkatannya?” tanya Ria dengan senyum lesung pipinya. “FIFA? FIFA itu Federation Internationale de Football Association, itu aja gak tau” canda pak dosen. “Hehe saya hampir tidak pernah nonton bola pak, saya sering nonton program-program yang sekiranya bermanfaat seperti kuis “Who Wants to be Millionaire”,  Hijrah Nabi, Debat antar mahasiswa dan lain-lain ”.

Itulah kami kalau bertanya kepada pak dosen yang saat ini, kami tidak enggan bertanya bahkan curhat persoalan pribadi kami. Tiba-tiba Ahmad mengangkat tangannya “ Pak, pak, pak!” . “Yaa,” jawab pak dosen. Semua mata tertuju kepada Ahmad, kami penasaran kenapa Ahmad mengangkat tangannya. “Mari kita berdoa sebelum memulai kuliah siang ini, semoga ada berkah!”. Pak Dinata tersenyum dan mengangguk “ Berdo`a mulai!” Teman sekelasku tersenyum melihat Ahmad dan kami pun berdo`a.

Berdo`a sudah selesai,  temen sekelas mengusap muka dan mereka mengkuti kuliah dengan tenang dan tertib. Pak Dinata pun santai mengeluarkan Ipad putihnya untuk mengelaborasi materi "Paraphrase of Poetry".

Dalam kelas ini atau semua kelas sastra Inggris memang diharuskan menggunakan bahasa Inggris. Speak English or Out! “No Reading? Illiterate , Low GPA, and Nothing. Reading? Clever, Loved and Success!”

Itu sebuah prinsip persatuan di kelas ini.Prinsip yang terdengar biasa, tapi sangat luarbiasa  karena memacu giat belajar , diutamakan membaca. Ini mengagumkan! Tidak salah kalau kelas ini diperhitungkan oleh Ketua Jurusan.

       “Hi class, now we are going to discuss about Prose. I`d like to give you some slides of it. So, I do hope you`ve ever known or maybe you`ve prepared about this. Now take look at this! Prose ...” pak Dinata menunjukkan slide pertama. Rio, terlihat sibuk mencari materi di Internet karena berbasis kelas teknologi, bisa mengakses materi di  internet gratis di kelas. Aku berusaha memerhatikan apa yang disampaikan dosen. Aku tersenyum seketika tak sengaja melihat Rya menatapku. Aku tak tau apa maksud tatapan itu. Teman-temanku yang lain memperhatikan ke depan,  tak terkecuali Rio yang sibuk dengan pencarian materi. Tapi aku tak mau peduli. Menghadap ke depan lebih penting daripadi mengurusi dia karena memang takut juga dilihat sama dosen yang disiplin  mati itu. Maklum kelas favorit, tapi aku penasaran apa alasan para dosen memasukkan Rio di kelas ini. Bukankah kelas sastra Inggris ini merupakan kelas unggulan? Kelas aroma sedap? Kelas sudah steril? Apakah karena dia anak Ketua Jurusan atau memang ada amplop? Hehe Astaghfirullahaladzim.

 Terlalu lama merenung, tak sadar sudah pak Dinata menerangkan sampai ke slide ke tiga” Definition of Proverb”. Tiba-tiba  mata pak Dinata tertuju ke kami.

“Would you like to give us a little bit of proverb ?What is definition of prose or how you can define prose by your ways?  Up hand !”

Tujuh orang di kelasku mengangkat tangannya termasuk aku, “ Me, sir” kata Valencia. Namun keenam kami, aku, Rya , Handana, Tomy, Hendra, tidak berucap sepatah kata apapun, hanya angkat tangan. Tapi yang terlihat semangat adalah Rya, karena dia mengangkat tangannya sambil berdiri. Memang dia mahasiswi yang diperhitungkan di kelas. Sayangnya  full scholarship  yang dia harapakan, belum sampai karena didahului Valencia, gadis anak mu`allaf itu.  Valencia memang mahasiswi cerdas juga, prestasi-prestasi yang sudah ditorehkan buat kampus sangat banyak. Seperti Juara 1 Lomba Karya Tulis se-NTB, Juara 2 menulis cerpen presented by Dikpora Nusa Tenggara Barat dan banyak lagi bahkan dia sering lomba se-ASIA. Jam mata kuliah prose tinggal 30 menit lagi, aku merasa lumayan ngantuk karena sudah menonton FIFA, aku sebenarnya tidak terlalu sering nonton bola, karena tidak pandai main bola. Aku paling nonton kalau Tim  versus tim luar negeri. Alhamdulillah .

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#Depan Kelas

Aku tanpa pikir berjalan ala Barat  “Time is Money!”. Tangga pertama, tangga kedua dan akhirnya tangga ketiga ku naiki. Keringat sedikit memoles WAJAHku yang lesu. Hah fighting.

“15 menit lagi beliau datang “ kataku  menyamperi teman-teman yang sedang duduk di sebuah kursi besi panjang. Mereka itu Lula, Tomy, Handana dan Rio.

“ Siapa?” kata Rio. “Nenekmu! ” “Hah nenekku? Dia kan di Cikarang sekarang. Serius ne?” “Rio, bukan nenek kamu, tapi maksud Farhat itu dosen , ngerti bahasa pragmatis ga?” jawab Handana . Aku tersenyum melihat celotehan Handana terhadap Rio. Si Rio tersenyum malu, karena kesekian kali ada pertemuan baru kali ini dia datang,  sampai sekelas manggilnya “The Silly bin Lazy ”. Panggilan yang sebenarnya vulgar namun Rio menganggap itu hal yang lumrah dan tidak usah diambil hati.

5 menit lagi dosen datang, aku pun masuk kelas duduk ala Raja, tas hitam lusuhku itu kupandangi. Sambil menunggu dosen, manfaatkan waktu . Perlahan aku membuka  tas , mencari buku yang berjudul International Phonetics Alphabet (IPA) terbitan University of Oxford Press, menyusul lagi sebuah kertas tertulis  sebuah puisi :

A Night Thought

Lo! where the Moon along the sky Sails with her happy destiny; Oft is she hid from mortal eye Or dimly seen, But when the clouds asunder fly How bright her mien! Far different we--a froward race, Thousands though rich in Fortune's grace With cherished sullenness of pace Their way pursue, Ingrates who wear a smileless face The whole year through. If kindred humours e'er would make My spirit droop for drooping's sake, From Fancy following in thy wake, Bright ship of heaven! A counter impulse let me take And be forgiven.

William Wordsworth

         Sekilas aku baca puisi ini , hanya bisa menangkap tentang malam yang disinari oleh bulan ,di mana bulan bisa terbelah menjadi dua, dan itu menggambarkan kehidupan manusia.  Sayangnya, aku belum sempat mengintrepretasi secara mendalam tentang A Night Thought ini karena memiliki literal  meaning yang sangat tinggi dan memahaminya susah.  Puisi karangan penyair William Wordsworth, penyair berkebangsaan Inggris yang pernah menikah dengan gadis Prancis pada saat itu. Beliau terkenal dengan puisinya 'Resolution and Independence' and 'Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood'.

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#Makhluk Kampus

Manusia-manusia musafir parasit berlalu-lalang , berjalan keluar dari ruangan dan ada yang masuk ruangan, ruangan yang bertabur kursi-kursi musafir parasit, ruangan dilapisi tembok seperti bercak bulan dari dekat. Kacau!SEBAGIAN melangkah ke barat dan sebagian ke timur. Yang melangkah ke barat, makhluk-makhluk berlevel Brahma dan Ksatria dan makhluk-makhluk berlevel Waisya dan Sudra . Itu bedanya.Ada juga 3 makhluk musafir hawa sibuk duduk bersyaf dengan anggun menopang dagu Finnocionya , MUNGKIN tak tau ke arah mana kaki melangkah atau ada perekat di alas sepatunya alhasil sulit BERDIRI. Ada lagi satu keturunan Adam sedang baca buku, dia sok baca buku atau memang dia benar kutu buku. Eh... ada lagi show up, makhluk-makhluk musafir dari perwakilan perkumpulan duduk di atas kursi ala saudagar beras, motif meraka” nunggu stand pendaftaran”. Iri!

Dua makhluk Adam lagi, serius melihat kertas yang terpajang seperti baliho di mading kampus megah itu, mereka tampaknya sedang cari informasi finansial kampus. Baca artikel? Tidak mungkin, lawong tidak ada artikel ditempel. NONSENSE! Maklum makhluk-makhluk musafir di planet ini alergi bahkan phobia buat artikel-artikel, ada satu dua tapi asli plagiater. Yah ada lagi makhluk Hawa tinggi sexy bersolek dengan gaya “Kamseupay “ sambil mencolek-colek mukanya, noda-noda hitam bertebaran di wajah sepertinya. Ada lagi makhluk Adam dan Hawa bercakap serius dengan seorang professor yang bertubuh tinnggi kurus dan cukup familiar di mata para musafir.

Makhluk-makhluk kampusku

Itulah “Makhluk-makhluk kampusku!”

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#Gadis Seni

Gadis itu berjalan di depanku, mengenakan pakaian yang sangat anggun  van 2010, 2011, 2013, 2014 atau mungkin  2000. Entahlah!. Terbersit dalam pikiranku ,”  Wah, artis neh . Pergi kondangan rupanya. Waaah, wah, wah”. Sekilas terlihat olehku,  seperti ilalang-ilalang yang bergoyang-goyang ditiup oleh angin topan.

Semakin penasaran, melirik  baju imut mungil yang melekat di kedua lengannya seperti baju Penyanyi Rock  Indonesia, Rianti.  Ciaaaah, ada Rocker ne! Oia mirip bajunya AgnezMo  di lagu “Paralyzed”. Calon nominator Grammy 2015 dan Brith2015 itu, pastinya bukan calon koruptor hehe .  SOK TAU LAGI,  mungkin gadis ini mencopy-paste bajunya AgnezMo. Entahlah apa maksud dan tujuan mengenakannya. Mungkin sebagai sampul baju yang merah menyala itu biar tidak bergoyang seperti ilalang-ilalang  yang sedang ditiup angin topan atau mungkin baju primer, sekunder atau tersiernya biar dipandang-pandang oleh orang . Sudahlah! Astagafirullahaladzim, astaghfirullahaladzim, astaghfirullahaladzim!

Menghadap ke bawah lagi. Sepatu unikku kini sekilas dalam pandangan, seperti sepatu Taufik Hidayat, pembulu tangkis Indonesia yang mendunia itu. hihi

Oh iya TIDAK SENGAJA LAGI ni menghadap ke depan. DOORRRR! Dia menghadap ke belakang, dia tersenyum , bibirnya bak kuncup bunga mawar semerah-merahnya  kalau di campur dengan pasir dan air seperti lava erupsi Gunung  Kelud dan lava Sinabung.

Tapi kali ini aku betul-betul gugup, pucat pasi, seperti diterkam jeruji denda saat tatapan mata itu “ Oh Tuhan!”. Dia tersenyum seolah-olah  berkata ,” Eh, Kakak mau kuliah ya, bareng yuk kak!”.  Dia menatapku beberapa detik akupun beralih pandang, menghadap ke bawah.

Lalu dia menyeberangi jalan, aku juga ikut nyeberang. Lagi-lagi aku di belakangnya. Aku memang terlihat seperti bodyguardnya di kerumunan mahasiswa-mahasiswi yang berlalu-lalang,  jarak posisinya agak dekat , kira-kira 10 cm lah.  Waaah , tapi saat itu  sedikit tersinggung ketika seorang laki-laki botak, celana pendek baju hitam,  wajahnya memang tidak serem. Dia berbincang dengan teman duduknya di bawah pohon nangka. Anehnya, mereka menghadap ke arah kami .Mengkerutlah dahiku seketika, “ Siapa yang dimaksud??? Ah cuek sudah!”. Jadi teringat Colloquail muda sekarang. “LOE LOE, GUE GUE. IDUP GUE , YA IDUP GUE. MBL! MASALAH BUAT LOE”. Anak muda zaman sekarang apalagi di kota metropolitan!!!

Menggelitik rasanya aku, lalu aku menghadap ke depan lagi dan berbelok pandangan ke kampusku yang hijau, kesejukan dan kedamaian itu. Katanya! Tidak sengaja lagi aku lihat,  celana pencil hitam bin bolpoin bin spidol itu bak “Linggis” berjalan terpakai dikakinya yang tipis itu. Beda dengan linggis, KENAPA? Linggis keras dan berisi besi semua , tapi pencil ini berisi daging empuk manusia.  Walah-walah!

Menurut Kamus Mr. Oxford: “Pencil is narrow piece of wood , containing black or coloured substance , used for writing or drawing “ Ngintip sedikit! Intinya, pencil itu   berisi tinta & kayu  dipake untuk menulis atau bergambar . Lah, ini beda, bentuknya beda hanya sebutannya SAMA. Ya, maklumlah. Celana Pencil!

LAGI-LAGI , aku melihat sesuatu , dua gelang unik terbuat dari batu karang laut. Wah excellent  gadis nih, ditambah lagi warna kulitnya yang kuning menambah keanggunan dirinya. Jam tangan putihnya  Masha Allah, mirip jam tangannya Marshanda . Pikir lagi !!! Oh iya , mirip jam tangannya Dhea Imut. Sepatunya,  Masha Allah!  BLASTER, coklat bergaris-garis , made in Jerman tapi kayaknya made in Sasak . Mirip sepatunya Jini, film 90an. Eh... Gerbang kampus ku sudah di depan mata . Ternyata gadis merah itu adalah makhluk kampus. Dia masuk duluan, aku pun masuk.

1 MARET 2014

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#Sang Hero, Jenius.

Angin berhembus memeluk dan menciup daun kelapa yang tak jauh dari sawah bapak ku. Merenung mengingat masa bocahku, tidur dengan bunda. Sebelum tidurku , beliau pernah bercerita tokoh 45 yang paling berpengaruh saat ia masih kecil, sebut saja pak Soekarno, mantan presiden dengan nasionalisme  dan orasinya yang luarbiasa mampu membangun kekuatan mental dan mampu menaklukkan hati rakyat Indonesia sejak itu. Sebenarnya aku tak terlalu peduli cerita itu benar tidaknya hanya aku menikmatinya.“Aku ingin seperti pak Soekarno yang luarbiasa itu tapi aku miskin dan bodoh”. Bagaimana bisa aku seperti beliau sedang banyak yang mengejekku, dungu. Dan, TIDAK MUNGKIN.

Saat itu, aku masih duduk di bangku kelas 1 SD , wali kelasku tegas berkata” Napoleon Bonaparte mengatakan kata  TIDAK MUNGKIN, hanya ada dalam kamus orang-orang bodoh. Jangan sekali-kali kau tanam benih pikiran negatif dalam otakmu yang akan memperkuat asamu untuk jatuh dan bangunlah pikiran positif karena dia akan mengantarmu masa depan”. Pernyataan yang mencuat dalam memoriku. Memori masa kecilku, seolah-olah terkuak satu per satu. Mengingat memoriku, aku berusaha tarik nafas dan membuang perlahan.

Aku kemudian menghadap ke atas, ingin sekali meminum air kelapa muda segar itu. Pohon kelapa yang tingginya kira-kira 10 meter , 3 buah kelapa muda segar menempel seperti anak-anak monyet yang dikantongi induknya.  Lama sudah tak terasa kesegeran kelapa muda di kerongkonganku. Aku berusaha memanjat pelan-pelan , di pertengahan nafasku terengah-engah, tak tahan ingin turun. Namun, berusaha manjat lebih atas lagi.  2 kelapa muda terjatuh menempel di tanah bapakku. Debu bergoyang-goyang naik ke atas. Maklum musim panas!

” Huhhh...” .

2 kelapa muda itu di depanku seolah-olah siap menyiram tenggorokanku. Aku tak tahan lagi. Kupukulkan dia di batang kelapa itu. “Gkgkgkgk....haaahh..

“ Alhamdulillah”. Kata MUTIARA yang tak pernah lupa tuk ku lafazkan sehabis menikmati sesuatu. Sebuah kata yang terdengar sangat biasa tapi sangat luarbiasa. Indah!

Perut dan dadaku terasa dingin dengan beberapa tegukan air kelapa muda. Kemudian, aku langkahkan kakiku di sebuah parit dekat sawah bapakku. Mengeluarkan kotoran sampah di parit, penghalang jalannya air menuju 2 petak sawah yang ditanami padi oleh bapakku.

2 petak sawah sudah kuairi. Ku istirahatkan pinggul ku di dekat parit. Teringat lagi cerita bunda tentang pak Habibie. Tokoh masa transisi dengan kejeniusannya mampu melayangkan pesawat N250. N250 bisa hadir di mata masyarakat Indonesia saat itu. “pak Habibie, si jenius. Siapakah dia? Bagaimana rupanya?” itulah pertanyaan besar yang ada adalam benakku. “Aku ingin bertemu beliau” harapku. Habibie, tokoh inspirasiku, suatu hal terfokus dari beliau adlah Sang Engineer, Sang N250 dan kata-kata yang pilu dan memacu yang dibuat ketika sakit keras di Jerman sekaligus sumpahnya saat dinobatkan sebagai orang pertama Indonesia .

Terlentang, jatuh, perih, kesal

Ibu pertiwi engkau pegangan

Janji pusaka dan sakti

Tanah tumpah darahku

Makmur dan Suci

Hanya badan

Tetap berjalan

Jiwa Besar dan Suci

Membawa aku padamu

Padamu Indonesia

Makmur dan Suci

Kata-kata beliau sekaligus sumpah beliau seperti ku harusmenghafal 5 sila dasar negara Indonesia. Aku rasa ini sumpah duka bagiku, sumpah tangis bagiku, sumpah semangat bagiku, sumpah nasionalisme bagiku, sumpah produktif bagiku, sumpah do`a bagiku, sumpah tegar bagiku. Sebuah sumpah dengan diksi yang memacuku untuk lebih dan lebih, aku pun berusaha produktif dan tegar. 2 tetes air mataku jatuh perlahan hingga ke ujung daguku. Aku pun harus berprinsip ketika  sebelum atau ketika jadi orang, kemudian tertulislah sebuah harapku tertuang di dalam sebuah puisi “Umur”.

Umur

Ku membuat umur

Tuk tetap hidup.

Dan akhirku, takdir

Sungguh,

(Yang) selalu hidup

Bukan seperti jagung!

Tidak ingin!

Tuhan aku membuat umur

Aku duduk di kaki langitmu

Membuat umur

Beri kekuatan dan jadikanlah umur tuk 

Puisi “umur” merupakan puisi perdanaku yang tertulis dalam duka,  berusaha tegar dan produktif. “Umur”, aku lambangkan sebuah karya di mana karyaku bisa berguna dan dapat digunakan sampai kapanpun atau bisa digunakan selamanya. Sebenarnya kata umur dispesifikkan ke dalam karya sastra seperti novel, puisi, cerpen atau bahkan bidang teknologi industri dll.

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#Hospitalized!

Berelaksasi menikmati 2 ½ hari 2 malam di sebuah emperan bangunan mirip pendopo atau lebih tepatnya mirip bangunan Kraton NgayogyakartaHadiningrat atau lebih popular atau Kraton Jogja, karena alun-alunnya  dan ukiran bangunannya memang ala Kraton Jawa namun arsiteknya orang Lombok asli. Bngunan itu adalah sebuah puskesmas kira2 berjarak 5km dari rumah. Hari-hariku berhias obat-obatan , infus, pasien-pasien yang merentang dan keluarga pasien berlenggak-lenggok yang kebanyakan dari pedesaan terpencil . Bangunan ini seperti bangunan pengungsian korban bencana alam, bukan akomodasi yang mewah dan bukan seperti  apartemen block /flat-flat yang ada di negara Paman Syam dan negara Kangguru . Itu adalah sebuah pabrik asap yang  sangat mematikan. Betapa tidak, si kerabat pasien melebarkan awan-awan baru di bawah lampu neon-neon itu kemudian menyebarkan virus udara  yang meredangkan tenggorokan. Pembunuh di balik selimut di depan mata “Terimakasih Anda tidak merokok!” Sangat crowded! Maklum kebanyakan mereka “cas-cis-cus ”. Cari caslah, cari mancislah, cari infuslah, cari makananlah, cari inilah, cari itulah. “Ah, aku tidur di luar aja dah, lebih nyaman, sepi meski agak dingin!” Kemudian ku taruh punggungku di atas sebuah kursi besi panjang dan mengangkat kedua kaki dan merentangkan. Ah….

Suara lafadzh Allah bak gemuruh bencana alam yang terdengar olehku, aku tersentak dan terkejut, pelan-pelan kedua kakiku kupindahkan  ke lantai yang berkeramik putih itu ,  lalu bergegas ke kamar mandi.

“Allahuakbaar!”.

Aku duduk di emperan itu lagi, kira-kira jam 08:00 pagi hari minggu,  merenung merangkai kata , aku tau , Bapakku sakit, aku sering terbayang dalam anganku  kegelapan, kejahatan, kehororan, hitam, merah, sihir, dan pertanyan aneh kenapa manusia harus diciptakan? Rencana Tuhan selanjutnya apa? Aku harus tahu!  dan bahkan sering bermain ria di atas kuburan . dunia hitam kelam! kekuatan iman dan psikisku mulai terkikis sejak itu dan berusaha keras tegar mencari tuhan. aku diciptakan untuk berkarya. Berkarya untuk diriku,  orang tuaku, keluargaku, masyarakatku , nusa & bangsaku. Melemah adalah satu jalan memperkuat  kekuatan syeitan dan benteng iblis untuk menyerang kita, karena mereka adalah musuh kita, manusia . iblis akan mudah menaklukkan dan kita mudah terperanjat. Menyerah dalam kebaikan. lari-larinya minum racun tikus,gantung diri, pergi ke tempat pelacuran dan akhirnya “koid”. Oh no!  seperti kata orang, belajar di pemuka-pemuka agama di kampungmu,   ilmu dan akhlaqnya lebih terjaga. tapi pendapat tentang pemuka agama itu musnah seketika , ketika seorang mu`adzin , seorang imam masjid di kampungku menggoda istri sah orang. Mulai dari aku tersadar oleh itu, tokoh agama itu belum tentu berakhlak mulia seseungguhnya. Berakhlak mulia tapi kurang iman begitulah kira-kira. Cueklah, ini toh zaman modern.

Terpikir lagi,

“Ada yang mengatakan keluargaku hidup bak tetesan-tetesan air di atas daun talas. Semuanya harus jatuh!. “Ha? Semuanya harus jatuh, aku tidak percaya itu. Mereka itu orang awam. Enak saja bilang kalau aku dan keluargaku perlahan mati dlam sekejap. Oke , kematian itu pasti terjadi pada setiap manusia. Mereka kurang mampu mengintrepretasi kata-kata para petuah kita. Buktinya mereka masih mempercayai istilah Betara guru, bidadari , bebodo, bake `, belata, bebai , sela`, sela` bunga dan sela` beleq` berkeliaran. Mana? Aku tidak pernah melihatnya, itu mitos saja.Tidak usah percaya itu! Wajar persefsiku berbanding terbalik  180 0. Kenapa? Karena aku sedang bernafas lega. Wallahualam” kataku kepada bibiku yang separuh baya yang memakai kebaya itu, dia duduk di sampingku dan menyuguhkan secangkir kopi susu.

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#Sekolah

“Akhirnya, sampai juga perjalananku” Terlihat siswa-siswi berlalu lalang menuju kelas masing-masing. Udara masih dingin, ku kepal tanganku kemudian ku gosok-sosok mengurangi hawa dingin yang mengendap di tubuhku. Berdiri di depan kelas , menghadap kelas yang bercat hijau, arah pandangan tiba-tiba ke sebuah batu besar tempat biasa berdiskusi. Seolah-olah, aku terhipnotis dengan batu besar itu, aku tidak tau harus menggambarkan dia, seolah-olah dia berarti. Kemudian kakiku bergerak menuju batu itu.

“Wah. Nyaman sekali tempat duduk ini apalagi ada sinar matahari pagi. Terimakasih, Tuhan!” Pandanganku tiba-tiba ke Pak Mamang, pagawai kebun sekolah terlihat mencangkul di kebun biologi. Awan-awan yang menyelimuti pagi di sekolahku, menghalangi pandanganku melihat Pak Mamang .Tiba-tiba suara kaki-kaki seperti genjatan bersenjata Perang Dunia II terdengar namun aku menghiraukannya. Dua tangan memegang kedua pundakku “Woy, Bangun, sudah pagi!” Aku terkejut dalam lamunanku. Menghela napas “Aduh, kalian! Huh” Ah, mereka adalah segerombolan kawanku yang selalu membuli plus joke-nya. “Sudah selesai belum tugas  artikel Deutschmu yang minimal 700 kata itu? Ibu Ranti , kalau mau memberi tugas tidak dipikir dulu. Mau-maunya saja!” Damien bermuka merah di depan kami.

13 September 2014 15 menit

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Manusia Klasik

By Masyhur

Aku adalah makhluk yang terlahir di antara cinta seorang laki-laki dan seorang perempuan menghabiskan seluruh hidupnya untuk bekerja untukku. Kedua mereka adalah mutiara kasih yang tak pernah berhenti memancarkan sinar kasih sayang. Demi aku, mereka berkorban segala hal, terutama finansial  pendidikan yang belum pernah mereka geluti, rasakan bagaimana. Sungguh berat memang bagi mereka.  Pengorbanan luarbiasa yang selalu nampak jelas dalam batinku, dalam otakku, dalam nadiku, dalam pikiranku. Sungguh luarbiasa!

Aku adalah salah satu orang yang paling beruntung memiliki dua sosok wajah yang selalu menemaniku saatku sedang memegang pena dan menggoyangkannya di atas jutaan kertas. Satu jam dua jam, kerennya, dia tetap di sampingku kadang dia bertanya huruf apa ini, aku pun selalu menjawab pertanyaan imutnya. Terkadang sebentar meninggalkan pena dan puluhan kertas , hanya untuk menunjukkan huruf-huruf abjad untuk dia. Semangatnya memahami abjad  bukan main, luar biasa tapi sangat sulit lebih mudah mengajar balita berumur 3 tahun , tapi itulah manusia. ABCDE…. Adalah kata sangat ringan  diucapkan untuk dia seperti mengangkat Javelin Throwing, dan setelahnya seperti mengangkat beban, sulit untuk diingat. Terkadang aku mencoba mengetes hafalan abjadnya. Tapi Aku terlewatkan oleh waktuku, sehingga beralih memegang pena untuk puluhan kertas putih yang aku harus hantar esok hari. Aduh aku belum belajar Ma, susah. Belikan kita Snack, blum bisa selesai nih mungkin sampai larut mlam.  “Snack apa?” “Apa aja Ma” jawabku. Dengan wajah ikhlas, dia melangkahkan kaki yang berat diakibatkan oleh sakit di tubuhnya, yang sudah dua tahun menjalar layaknya seperti racun-racun tikus.

Suara ayam berkokok. wajah subuh mulai terlihat, aku pun  tetap tidur, hingga suara azan shubuh pun berkumandang , aku bangun dari tidurku , bangun terasa ingin tidur lagi, tempat tidur yang tak ada kasurnya, hanya ada hammock tepatnya di dekat kamar tamu. Tempat tidurku adalah tempat belajarku. Tempat tidurku adalah tempat bukuku. Tempat tidurku adalah tempat bajuku. Itulah aku menamai tempat tidurku. “My Bedroom is My Mart” Di sana aku belajar, di sana aku menaruh baju dan di sana aku menaruh buku. Tapi aku anggap itu hal sangat biasa bagiku tak pernah terpikir dalm benakku untuk memiliki kamar seperti flat-flat di Paman Syam. Asalkan bisa hidup dan bisa belajar,

Mandi dengan hawa air seperti salju, bau hangus tanah mulai naik, aku mengangkat air , di dalam sumur dengan wajah menghadap pohon jambu air hijau menjulang tinggi di samping rumah pak Roy, tetangga sebelah. Pohon jambu air itu melambai-lambai seolah menyapaku “Selamat Pagi, Kawan!”. Tersenyum sendiri. “Tersenyum sendiri, mau nikah ya?” Tiba-tiba kakakku yang memakai piyama ala Belanda itu dengan wajah dan rambut yang kelihatan berantakan datang dari dapur membawa mi dan telur goreng, dapur orangtuaku bersebelahan dengan rumah. Jadi untuk menuju dapur, butuh 10 langkah kaki. “Hahay, Ada-ada saja! Terserah saya sih”. Kakakku  terdiam sejenak menghadapku dan tertawa lebar, sehingga gigi putihnya kelihatan “ Ayo, sarapan! Tapi mandi dulu.”  Mandi, sarapan kemudian pergi ke sekolah.

“Akhirnya, sampai juga perjalananku” Terlihat siswa-siswi berlalu lalang menuju kelas masing-masing. Udara masih dingin, ku kepal tanganku kemudian ku gosok-sosok mengurangi hawa dingin yang mengendap di tubuhku. Berdiri di depan kelas , menghadap kelas yang bercat hijau, arah pandangan tiba-tiba ke sebuah batu besar tempat biasa berdiskusi. Seolah-olah, aku terhipnotis dengan batu besar itu, aku tidak tau harus menggambarkan dia, seolah-olah dia berarti. Kemudian kakiku bergerak menuju batu itu.

“Wah. Nyaman sekali tempat duduk ini apalagi ada sinar matahari pagi. Terimakasih, Tuhan!” Pandanganku tiba-tiba ke Pak Mamang, pagawai kebun sekolah terlihat mencangkul di kebun biologi. Awan-awan yang menyelimuti pagi di sekolahku, menghalangi pandanganku melihat Pak Mamang .Tiba-tiba suara kaki-kaki seperti genjatan bersenjata Perang Dunia II terdengar namun aku menghiraukannya. Dua tangan memegang kedua pundakku “Woy, Bangun, sudah pagi!” Aku terkejut dalam lamunanku. Menghela napas “Aduh, kalian! Huh” Ah, mereka adalah segerombolan kawanku yang selalu membuli plus joke-nya. “Sudah selesai belum tugas  artikel Deutschmu yang minimal 700 kata itu? Ibu Ranti , kalau mau memberi tugas tidak dipikir dulu. Mau-maunya saja!” Damien bermuka merah di depan kami.

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TGB leads NTB successfully

We have seen Tuan Guru Bajang, abbreviated TGB, is one of the best youths of West  Nusa Tenggara (NTB) . A man who was elected in the governor general election of NTB Province. He is the elected- youngest governor in Indonesia who is able succeed approximately all province government programs. So, we may say TGB is a very ideal governor in leading and managing.

During TGB  has become  a governor  for five years,  many governmental programs have been done well. All of programs have ran successfully eventough a little of program could not run succesfull as some reasons. As a result , TGB is being one of  the most renowned  governor s in National level  even International level. Some  governmental programs  that show his successfulness  such as : infrastructure, tourism , agriculture and husbandry, education , and health.

 Firstly, in Infrastructure, the TGB government has foolished  roads. It runs successful and with operated International Airport Lombok (Bandara Internasional Lombok/BIL), it is a gate or a bridge for NTB people to get ease for doing an  international business with foreigners. Unlike  in the previous governmental leadership,  NTB people must bought ticket to Mataram or having a flight from Mataram to Jakarta if they wanted for journey or travel to neighboring countries . But now we could have a flight from Tanak Awu, Lombok Tengah to other countries  i.e a flight Tanak Awu (BIL) Airport to Arab Saudi Airport.  Another big infrastructure is Islamic Centre is being built.

 Secondly, in tourism, in the TGB governmental, NTB has a program ” Visit Lombok-Sumbawa 2009 and 2012” . This program  ran successful and gives positive effects toward all fields. For TGB`achievement in tourism , he was awarded  as “The Best Province Tourism Development(2010)” by the president Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono and is the greatest award for NTB .

In Agriculture and Husbandry, with strong commitments TGB has programmed Bumi Sejuta Sapi (The Earth of a Million Cows)  in Sumbawa and  it gives abnormal useful for NTB people especially for  the peasants.

Then, in education , he has succeed a  free education program for elementery school students up to secondary school students. Not only is getting free for the students  but also giving scholarships or fellowships for Undergraduate students, Postgraduate students, and Doctorate students.

The last in health, it is  free payment(or no payment) for the poorman whom hospitalyzed in the hospital or giving the medicine  for the poorman without paying. This program included in  zero rate for pregnant mothers who give birth.

Thus, because of  the TGB`s accomplishment in some fields,  he was awarded “Bintang Maha Putra Utama” by the president of Indonesia, Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono. That appreciation is the greatest appreciation  for him because the kind of the appreciation  is usually given to the best leaders(youths) in Indonesia.

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“Najh”

by Masyhur

A BRIEF OF NAJH STORY          

This story of a family man who is able to school their daughter at Hamzanwadi Selong College of Teacher Training and Education in Pancor, Lombok Timur even though  they are from a family that very need to take care. For they just have a fragile fenced house that`s not properly used. On the fenced house is written ” Family Suffers” by Najh for barrage of attacking her family. Najh is the fourth semester English student at Hamzanwadi Selong College of Teacher Training and Education. She is a very diligent smart girl. For she has extra-ordinary abilities, her classmate, Baiq Tinta, always disturbs her even when she is engaged in studying. In relief her close friend, Rabi`ah’, always supports her and doesn`t want Najh disturbed.          

When Rabi`ah and Najh make Gegodoh ( Sasak Traditional food term) while Amaq Senah and Inaq Senah are rolling Baqwan to sell to the slummers of Pringgasela Timur. Mamiq Jagat or also called Mamiq Bangkol comes to Amaq Senah`s house. He wants to take his money that was borrowed by Amaq Senah seven days ago. Because Amaq Senah hasn`t harvested  thus he can`t return the borrowed money. Then Mamiq Bangkol kills Amaq Senah with sharp knife.Najh, Rabi`ah and Inaq Senah cry continously. Safiudin and Mamiq Jagat run out from the fenced house. They are so scary and run away. 

Najah never give up to do everything, she studies hard, works hard. Everything she does is hard. She now lives with her mother at the small village. For her hard work , she is getting a good-destiny from The Almighty,  getting a Presidential Appreciation is the fullbright scholarship program for English Language and Applied Linguistics at Yale University, US and getting a Doctorate scholarship program for International Affairs  at University Pittsburgh , US . She happily brings her mother to USA with that.  Luckily, she gets married with Darren Choi, a fame engineer from Johns Hopkins University who gets his Master at faculty of engineering at Imperial College London, GB. He is exactly Marrocoan and Pittsburgh offspring who has lived in Pittsburgh for ten years with his parents. Najh, his wife, believes that the key of successness is patience, praying and hard efforts. 

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The wind blows touching the mango leaves, whispers guava leaf shutters and murmures the crotch of a slum house in between some houses in the outskirts of the village , Kebon Repok . A small village is in Pringgasela, Lombok there .  A small village name sounds primitive. Kebon Repok derived from Sasak language, “Kebon” means “garden” and “Repok” means  “a small village” A small village fills with  the trees  like an horrible jungle village, is very dark and creepy . Kebon Repok is  the name of a hut that is far from the uptown , no lights like modern electric lights now. There is only a traditional light bulb or Cingklong (Slummers`language of Pringgasela Timur) is a light bedtime and  a small white candle lights black as lighting up the world there .

Scene 1

 At the fenced house, Amaq Senah and Inaq Senah sit talking of Najh education. Their daughter education that make them to be spirit to do everything even though they are from the lower class family in the village. But they can school her daughter at Hamzanwadi Selong College of Teacher Training and Education, Najh. It`s marvellous!

Amaq Senah : Jah, what about your lectures in Pancor? Is everything alright?  No challenge?

Najah        : Dad, My lectures are fine, but I`m still upset I haven`t paid tuition fee for this semester. The deadline of it is on Saturday.

Amaq Senah : What? Why didn`t you tell me before Jah? Don`t be afraid of me! This is your father. Your  job now is just for studying. Don`t think of money. It`s our business!

Inaq Senah  : Jah, please my daughter, tell your father if you do need money. Having semester is a highly crucial. Why? If you do not pay, that means you are to out from the college. We don`t want that will occur to you. Look at your father! He only works for you

(Inaq Senah is a little bit of angry).

Najah        : yeah.. mom ,dad. Because I`m shame saying it to you and I don`t want  to make you weary.

Inaq Senah  : Yeahhh... Because of your way, we are anxious. Don`t do this next time! I`m not your step-mother and this is your own father! (furiously). Ok now wear your clothes and have a dinner!

Najah        : Ok mom....

Najah goes to bedroom for wearing clothes and having a rest for 5 minutes she is very sad looking her family condition. Then she gets her dinner.

Scene 2

 At midnight it sounds Inaq Senah in very deep sadness , apparently from a rundown house , the  fenced whitewashed , mats on the ground ,  with roofs rae . The fence read " Family Suffers "  a white-painted is created by Najh for suffering a barrage of attacking her family .

Amaq Senah and Inaq Senah sit talking of how to overcome the emergency barrier coming to them, their daughter fee at Hamzanwadi College. They really do not know what to do.

Inaq Senah  : Amaq Senah, I`m sad seeing our daughter, Najh. She could not pay fee at her college. So, where do we have to get money for it?

Amaq Senah  : We have no any penny now even small-change. I used that money for buying Pesticide.

Inaq Senah  : I do not want our daughter will leave for her college. I don`t want that, Amaq Senah. What we have to do? (murmourusly)

Amaq Senah : Everything is OK! Don`t be panic Mom. I`ll get help to cope this. So, we just pray to the God Allah Almighty, we hope we can get it...

Inaq Senah  : Soo? How is it?

Amaq Senah : So, I gotta go to Mamiq Bangkol to borrow money. This is crucial and emergency. No ways but doing that!

Amaq Senah comes along to Mamiq Bangkol to borrow money on the sake of his daughter  tuition fee  now. He comes along to Mamiq Bangkol with the sadness face . With hopes he will get money for his girl. She is the one he loves. He wants his girl succeed. Amaq Senah shouts softly calling Mamiq Bangkol

Scene 3

Amaq Senah : Assalamu`alaikumu`alaikum warah matullah hi wabarkatuh! Miq... miq ... Anybody home? Miq Angkol. Assalamualaikum

Mamiq Bangkol: Jalal, open the door! Check who comes knocking the door!  I do not want to be disturbed now. I need some rest.

Jalal           :  Amaq Senah is coming, Sir.

Amaq Senah           :Assalamu`alaikum Miq

Mamiq Bangkol :  Huh... What`s up? Borrow money? Ok Sit! (with frowning face)

Amaq Senah  : Thank you Miq.

Mamiq Bangkol: How much do you want, Amaq Senah? One thousand, two thousand, five thousand... An hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, or one million?

Amaq Senah : Miq, my daughter , Najh needs money to pay...

Mamiq Bangkol stops Amaq Senah`s words

Mamiq Bangkol: Ok, how much do you want Amaq Senah???? Asshole!

Amaq Senah  : I need to borrow seven hundred thousand, Miq

Mamiq Bangkol:Ok wait for moment! But you have to return it soon or I`ll kill you. I give you chance seven days to return it. Will you?

Amaq Senah :Masha Allah Miq, yes I will. Thank you for help Miq, Insha Allah, If we have harvested. We`ll return it back soon.Thank you Miq. Miq I`ve to tell my wife about this  I gotta go. Assalamu`alaikum warahmatullah

Mamiq Bangkol:Hmmmm... Go, go, go !

On the road, the sadness face is coming into a happiness face, Amaq Senah is chuffed holding the money, he is speechless. He gives gratitude to the God Allah Subhanahuwata`ala.

Amaq Senah : O... The God Almighty, O... the Beneficent and The Merciful. I can do nothing without you. Thank you for everything.. I`m nothing without you. My Lord! Thank you so much.....

Maybe because of his father` praying, Najah is so glad at campus. She can feels what his father feels. Najah gets dimple smile . Suddenly his classmate, Bq Tinta, also called “The Pretty” or even “The Queen” by her classmates, comes to her. She frowns.

Scene 3

Tinta        : Hey, Slummer!!! What the hell are you doing ? hm  What the fuck is the smile for ? You`re like Gorilla (Laughing Out Loud) ...

Najah        :Nothing!

Tinta        : I ask you! What the hell are you doing? What the fuck is the smile for? The Poooooorrr!

Najah        : I`m reading to compare some novels, an “Umpire”, a novel from  David Christoper Immanuel (Auckland), “Atheis”,  a novel Pramoedya Ananta Toer (Indonesia) and” Guru Dane” , a novel Salman Faris, an alumnus of  Ma`had Darul Qur`an wal Hadist NW Pancor. They are the greatest authors I have ever seen. Greattt!

Tinta        : So? Should I say WOW? Bullshit!!! I tell you I`m a bookworm and I say  reading is bullshit. When I`m reading I always get confused I don`t get any idea huh.

Najah        : Bookworm? Bookworm is a book lover so if you say reading is bullshit you`re wrong. Because you know, reading is satisfaction for me we get everything not as you said.

Tinta        : The Poor! Bullshit! Sons of a bitch! You`re rogue! You`re out of date. Hahahahahah.....

Najah        : Please Tin... Please don`t disturb me I can`t focus on my ways

Tinta        : So????? Fucking ways, stupid. What the fuck you are!

Najah is sad hearing Tinta`s slovens. She wants to cry.  Suddenly Rabi`ah , her close friend, comes and sees the event happening.

Rabi`ah      : Tinta, what are you doing to my friend? You`ve no heart . You never think what ought to  and what ought not to do. You do not know which one the bad deeds and the good deeds. You just think that you`re the  most perfect , the most beautiful girl here.

Tinta        : Hey ....The Pygmy girl! What the hell did you say? Oh I see. I know you hate me cause I`m beautiful girl and I`m perfect., hahaha...( Laughing Out Loud).

Rabi`ah      : I have had enough!!! Jah let`s go!.

Tinta        : Shitttttt!!!

Then Rabi`ah and Najah go out from the English classroom.

Scene 4

Rabi`ah     : I don`t want looking the Illuminati girl. She is Satan. She is a real devil. You know why I say like that cause she is a devil worshipper. You heard the sloven language she used.

Rabiah murmurred

Najah        :Are you sure? She is...

Rabi`ah      : Definitely sure! So avoid her. It`s iddle chatting with her. Useless!!!

Najah        : Astaghfirullah, Oh my God! Save me!

 After talking about Baiq Tinta, they talk about analyzing the novels. Najah gives opinion that the novels also affect the humanbeing life.The novels teach so much about what life is ,what the death is, how to live and how to survive. She concludes that the life always change. Atheis from Pramoedya Ananta Toer, the belief sometimes change if we live with the different belief. The belief will change when we love someone who is the most we love, whose the different  belief with us. There we`ll be dillema, confused what we have to do. So just believe and pray to the God Allah Subhanahuwata`ala. Because He is the ONE who knows and gives the straight way. Pray to the God, pray to the God, and pray to the God is the way.

In the fenced house, Rabi`ah and Najah made Gegodoh while Amaq Senah and Inaq Senah were rolling Baqwan. It`s really hot at that noon. But they are spirit to do that.

Najah        : Mom, dad you should pray Dzuhur  now. Because this is time to pray.

Then they go to take wudhu for praying together. Suddenly Mamiq Jagat or also called Mamiq Bangkol came to the fenced house. He wants Amaq Senah to return the loan that he borrowed seven days ago.

Mamiq       : Senah, where is your debt?

Amaq Senah : Aaa.... Miq have sit Miq! Miq I still don`t have money so much I just have one hundred thousand. Will you take it?

Mamiq       : What ? Fuck you! Do you know who am I? I `m Jagat Raya. Safiq! Mess up this fragile house!

Safiudin , Mamiq Jagat`s bodyguard, kicks evertyhing in the house.

Mamiq       : Senah , give me your money. Or I`m going to kill you. I gave you chance for seven days

Amaq Senah : I do apologize Miq. I have nothing. I haven`t got money.

Mamiq       : Hahhhhhhhhh.... Asshole!

Suddenly Mamiq takes his sharp knife , and stabs Amaq Senah` stomach. Directly Amaq Senah gets down, his stomach and  hands are full of blood.

Najah        : Daddy.....!!!!! (shout)

Rabi`ah      : oh my God, oh my God. Your father.... Rabi`ah shouted

Inaq Senah  : Oh No!

Amaq Senah : Jah, be diligent girl and study hard, my daughter!

Najah        : (Speechless) hikhikhik.....

 Amaq Senah is as white as a sheet, his vessel blood stops, his eyes is whited, he can do nothing, he can`t hold anything. He dies. The God has taken her father.

Najah, Rabi`ah, Inaq Senah cry continously. Safi and Mamiq run out from the fenced house. They are so scary and run away. Najah can`t stop crying. Her father soul flies to the sky to find the new world, Hereafter. Few hours later, Najah thinks that this is her fate. Her father died when he got wudhu , he got the Holy water and he is holy at the time. Maybe he got wudhu for preparing living in the new world, Hereafter. She does sure that is the God`s secret, he`s loved by Allah Subhanahuwata`ala for his goodness.

Najah never give up to do something, she studies hard, works hard. Everything she does is hard. She now lives with her mother at the small village. For her hard work , she is getting a good-destiny from The Almighty,  getting a Presidential Appreciation is the fullbright scholarship program for English Language and Applied Linguistics at Yale University, US and getting a Doctorate scholarship program for Asian American studies  at Australian National University . She happily brings her mother to USA with that.  Luckily, she gets married with Darren Choi, a prominent engineer from Johns Hopkins University who gets his Master of engineering at Imperial College London, GB. He is purely Marrocoan and Pittsburgh offspring who has lived in Pittsburgh for ten years with his parents. Najh, his wife, believes that the key of successness is patience, praying and hard efforts.

[masyhurhamnur]

“Ghaos Abdul Razak” by Masyhur

(Tugas Smt 6)

Scene 1

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom in Lombok Island, its name Desa Lae Kingdom .It is ruled by a handsome strong man named Deneq Mas Putra Pengendeng Segara Katon Rambitan, or also called Sayyid Abdurrahman. The king, Deneq Mas Putra Pengendeng Segara Katon Rambitan, ruled his people by full of charity so that he was called “The Beneficent King. At that time, the king sat on the chair.  An elegant, fat and tall a Netherlander, Van den Berg, come to the kingdom with white jacket, white pants and a shaped-circle glasses came to the castle to see the king, Deneq Mas Putra Pengendeng Segara Katon Rambitan.

King                             : Welcome , Mr Berg. Guten Morgen. Wie gecht es dir?

Berg                            : Sehr gut, Danke. Und luchnen?

King                             : Es geht mir auch gut. Danke. Anyway what do you want you come to my kingdom, Mr. Berg?

Berg                            : Yeah… Uhm… I just obey my mayor, he ordered me to build The Dutchmen Assembly House on the cemetery of Selaparang.

King                             : What? (the king is surprised). Are you sure your great general say like that? So, it means that your great general must fight LomboQ people here.

Berg                            : No, we will not fight one another. I will give them some pennies that we have.

King                             : Oh Almighty is the God! I suggest you to go to see Ghaos Abdul Razak as the tribal chief in Sambelia. Cope this! Actually this is my job but I believe on you. You can cope this.

Berg                            : Thank you, the king Desa Lae!

King                             : No problem at all!

Scene 2

Then the Netherlander came to see Ghaos Abdul Razak to tell about the Cemetery Selaparang.  He wanted Ghaos Abdul Razak to agree about the great plan of the Netherlanders.

Berg : Hola, excuse me.  I am looking for Mr. Razak . Are you Mr. Razak?

Razak: Yes, I am. What I can do for you, sir ? Are you Dutchmen? I hope you come not to hurt us here.

Berg: No… Uhm.. Mr. Razak, I come to your house to tell you that my Great General will build The Dutchman Assembly House beside the Cemetery of Selaparang but unfortunately we have to move the Cemetery of Selaparang to another place.

Razak: What? Your great general said like that? What easy you say like that!. Thousands of years we keep it , But you want to tell us that you want destruct the cemetery. Oh God, has your general thought that it will make the wrath of Lombok people to you and your people?.

Berg: Yes, we see that and to make Lombok people to be conducive we will tell them and we will make a meeting with them next week to discuss this.  And absolutely, we will give them money for overcoming their difficulties. How?

Razak: But unfortunately I am as the tribal chief, I will not support you to do that because that is our one of our ancestor inheritances. You have to think twice about this and tell your general that I will not support your great plan to do that awkward thing.

Berg :Hey, Razak you have to support this as the tribal chief here… Ok I will come to your house tomorrow. I am sure you will support this. thank. See you tomorrow!

Scene 3

Mr. Berg went home and Mr. Razak was confused to do something he had no any idea to cope this problem. Mr. Razak worried if he didn`t support the Netherlanders order, Lombok people will be attacked by their troops and as a result Lombok people would suffer. He was dilemma.

Razak  : Maryam… come here my daughter! Maryam my daughter come please!

Maryam came to the living room

Maryam: Yes Abi, what is the matter?

Razak: A Dutchman has come just now. He told me that the Netherlanders will allocate the cemetery of Selaparang to another place.

Maryam: A Dutchman? Oh glad to hear that Abi. I think it`s OK because they do not destruct the cemetery, they just want allocate it to another place and I think it will give benefits for Lombok people. They will be glad coz they will be given money so that they get peace and welfare. Also, the Netherlanders will not attack us.

Razak: Oh God we do not talk about peace and welfare but we talk about our inheritance, if they will do that it seems the destruction of cemetery. I am sure that people here will not agree about this.

Maryam: Oh no, Abi. Nilly willy people must do that because this is on the sake of them. I think by convincing them about this situation, they will understand and will agree about this. Also, I will help you to convince them so that they will see this situation.

Razak: No! I will not let you interfere in this problem. But you just help me to convince Sayyid Abdrurrahman about this. This is not only about destruction of cemetery and inheritance but also destruction of morality! We have to fight this…

Maryam: Abi… please don`t fight the Netherlanders, you will be lost you have no any weapon and we have nothing. Lombok People will be killed.

Razak: Innallaha`ala kullisai`ing qhodir, Allah is the Almighty of everything. So, we have a God, and He is Allah Subhanahuwata`ala. Do not be scared ! We have a God!

Ok, we have to go now To see the King Abdurrahman and we have to tell this  crucial problem and convince him not support the Netherlanders awkward plan..

Scene 4

Maryam and her Abi saw the King Abdurrahman to tell the problem. Maryam followed her abi to the king and actually does not agree about his father way to solve the problem. She was scared! They then arrived the Desa Lae kingdom

Maryam: O… The Beneficent King, King Abdurrahman.

King : Have a sit ya Maryam binti Ghaos Abdul Razak ! What I can do for you?

Maryam: The God always save you King, I and my father see you because there is crucial problem that we need to solve as soon as possible. This is on the sake of Selaparang people peace and welfare.

Suddenly Ghaos Abdul Razak didn`t let his daughter to speak. And he spoke in prestige.

Razak: Our king, we respect to you…

King: Ok, Mr. Razak to the point… No matter

Razak: Uhm.. we see you here to tell about the Netherlanders who wanted to allocate the cemetery of Selaparang to another place. But because it is the inheritance of our ancestor, so we don`t let them to allocate it . We respect to you.. O the King…

King: Yes, I see. Van den Berg had ever come here to tell about this… I asked him to see you to discuss it… Finally you come here with that.

Scene 5

The king was as if speechless any longer, he was dilemma… Both inheritance of his ancestor and his people were the most important things that to be saved. But he had to take the right choice. If he said inheritance of his ancestor is important but he was scared his people will be bombed or attacked and many children will be killed at the last.

Razak: O the king we respect to you… In my mind we have to fight them whatever will happened we are in jihad fi sabilillah, we are with Allah subhanahuwata`ala He will help us to do this. We and your troops will fight if they force to allocate the cemetery… Also, I will have help from Pamatan Kingdom, Suwung Kingdom… King Betara Indra are from Bali ready to help us.

King: Yes you have good opinion. But in other hand, I am scared the Netherlanders will bomb this kingdom and automatically the people will be killed. We will do anything… It makes rising the wrath of them… Uh…

Maryam: Yes, I agree with you.. O the king… We have to consider the people safety here. We need to live … Ok, almost all of us know we will do Jihad in Sabilillah, but we have to think the children, they haven`t matured yet to die..

King: Perhaps we have to see Van den Berg to discuss this again.

Scene 6

The king, Gaos Abdul Razak  and Maryam  saw Van den Berg to eradicate this problem… Maryam was so excited to see the house like a castle…

Berg: Oh my king, do come in! Enjoy my beautiful house

Razak: No, we come here not to enjoy your beautiful house Mr. Berg... We will enjoy to get solution of your awkward will.

Berg : Mr. Razak, what`s the matter? O the king, what`s the matter? Am I wrong to welcome you warmly?

King: Absolutely not, Berg. We appreciate the warm welcome. Tampi asih.. Thank You.. We come to solve about the case of the cemetery and building the Dutchman Assembly House. We appreciate about your great plan to build the Assembly House in other hand; we appreciate our inheritance of our ancestor, that is, the cemetery of Selaparang… So, we come here to ask you to stop your great plan on the cemetery… Actually there are many place that you can use to build a assembly house in this Lombok island

Berg: No. That is the absolute decision from my great general. Nobody can postpones the great plan.. For your people, we will tell them and we will give them money and completing their daily need in a month. I think it`s sufficient for your people. How? Yeah… It is the greatest solution for us…

Razak: Berg, have you thought if your parent house will be burned?

Berg: Yes.. I will buy more or I build with my great people.. They can do that for me.

Razak : Oh Nenek kaji Allah Ta`ala… You are not a man… You should think twice…

Berg:I have thought in many times Razak… You should not say like that, old man.

The talk is messed..  Gous Abdul Razak and Van den Berg fight words.

Razak: Allah will punish you the cursed man.

King: Ok, stop!

Berg: Ok, the king, if you do not let us to build the assembly house, we are sure to attack your kingdom…

Scene 7

The king asked Ghous Abdul Razak to back home and ask him to pray much… To tell people about this problem. Maryam and Ghous Abdul Razak went home. Maryam always suggest her father not to to fight with the Netherlanders. But her father didn`t want to agree Maryam opinion. After arriving home, Ghous Abdul Razak came in to the fenced house and Maryam was so upset. She then went to the Selaparang cemetery.

Maryam: I have to go the cemetery now. We have no any the right choice and I don`t want people will be bombed and killed, and I want to be rich also, so tired of being in this condition… Yes I have to tell the spirit in the cemetery to agree this. But before that I `m going to tell Van den Berg.

Scene 8

One humid afternoon in November 1436 AD, Van Den Berg, Netherlander accompanied Maryam, Ghous Abdul Razak daughter her late 40s, Sitting down next to the simple Selaparang grave, Maryam called upon the spirit and apologized that several months had lapsed since her last visit. In a soft voice she noted that the construction work had kept her busy.

Berg: So, Maryam what do you want to do here? And what I have to do? What my people have to do? I hope the building will be done as soon as possible. You know, because my great general will come in this month to see my work. I do not want to make him angry and disappointed.

Maryam: I am calling the spirits who live in this cemetery. I want to ask their agreement to build in this cemetery. Also, I am going to tell them that we will remove this cemetery, they have to go from here.

Berg: Ok, Whatever!!!...

Maryam : O .. the spirit.. show yourself. I am going to tell you that we will build Assembly House here, on this cemetery… I am going to tell you that this is the last visit for us.

But unfortunately, the spirit didn`t show their selves because they are so angry to hear that. Maryam then recited a series of prayers for the spirit. (Kadal Nongak) Before leaving she poured ‘cooling’ water on the king Selaparang grave and Van den Berg rinsed his face in the water. Nobody knew about this even Maryam`s father,  Ghous Abdul Razak. One night, the Rinjani mountain erupt and destroyed almost all of the things in Lombok island. Many Lombok people were died including the king, Abdrrahman and Ghous Abdul Razak.

[masyhurhamnur]

The Scenario of How to Teach Narrative Text

 ( This is my real methods,  (Tugas Smt 4)

PRE-STEPS: 

1.Choose the best tittle of your own narrative that you are going to write relate to Islamic like Islamic names. Nurahad, Khadijah , Sholeh Mahmoed, Qasim etc

2.Use your experience to write a narrative text but you decorate it, so it will be the imagination one.(To make you easier to write your own narrative).  Or you modify your story was ready(made) into a narrative text. It means that  you may imitate the plot and the characters and just create it using past tense.

3.Use the good grammatical sentences or statements. Subject ,predicate object etc must be clear that related to Grammar. And also the punctuation must be clear. The punctuation like Fullstop(.), Comma(,), Colon(:) , Question Mark(?), Exclamation Mark(!), Apostrophe(`), etc and the most important when there will be conversation the punctuation of Quotation Mark(` `, “ “) because in a narrative text, we usually find the conversation between one character with other character. For example:

" Oooh mother !!! ", " Who can typically handle a pregnant woman in this village? "., " Assalamualaikum . Mr. Qasim, Mrs Ruyati should be brought to midwife`s house now  or call a midwife now before there is bleeding ! " etc

4.Use the past tense or just focus on the past tense form(that is narrative rules)

Past Tense Formula:

a.Nominal form:He/she it + to be (was)+complement and we/they/you+to be (were)+complement. For example: They were Sholeh Mahmoed, Sadaruddin, Sinta and Khadijah, there was sounds of a woman moaning in pain etc

b.Verbal form: I/you/we/they/he/she/it+ verb 2+ Object/adverb

They had the four children.

THE STEPS IN WRITING IT

5.  Decide setting such as the time , the places , and the characteristics that you want to write.

a. the time:when the story happened , it is usually sentences like once upon time , long long time ago, etc . for example:

Once upon time, the wind blew the leaves , touched mango leaves , whisperred  the guava  leaves and blowing the crotch of a slum house between some houses on the outskirts of the village(slum) , Kebun Repok . The name of a small village in the area Pringgasela there . The name sounds primitive by most of the slummers(villagers).

b.the places, you should set the place where the story happened. Make the simple one like in a cottage, in  a village, in a kingdom, in a castle. But it depends on you , where places that in your view are interesting related to your own narrative(your story).For example:

Once upon time, the wind blew the leaves ,  touched mango leaves ,  whisperred the guava  leaves and blowing the crotch of a slum house between some houses on the outskirts of the village(slum) , Kebon Repok . The name of a small village in the area Pringgasela there . The name sounds primitive by most of the slummers(villagers) . Kebon Repok derived from Sasak language , which Kebon means garden  and Repok means village . Village gardens highly  filled  full of trees like the jungle village made it very dark and creepy . Kebon Repok was the name of a hut that far behind in terms of buildings , no lights such modern electric lights , there was just a traditional light bulb. It was Cingklong a light that made us being sleepy and there was a small white candle as light assistant there .

 c. the characters: Decide chracteristics or doers that will be involved in your own narrative . Choose from name choices  relate to the characteristics  that will be played. If they are antagonis character, it should choose the bad name like Shinta etc. If they are protagonis character , it should shoose the good name  like  Nurahad, Khadijah , Sholeh Mahmoed, Qasim etc. The problem of the text is from the fate of God, Allah Subahanahuwata`ala. Actually that is not problem but it is aproblem

6.Set the problems or Appear the problems!

 a.Set the problems after the doers did actions. It is usually starting from the protagonis  characters was hated by antagonis characters because they were always loved by everyone. Related to the story,  the problems came because The God tested Mr Qasim and Mrs Ruyati family`s patience.

b. Set the problems and the Climax or the crisis rises that you are going to write. For example:

 1. After many problems were faced by protagonis character, it should make hotter or add problems to make the event  weather is hotter or the crisis arises. Make the protagonis character think it is as if no solution for the problem. For example:

..........

“After that, Mr Qasim and Shaleh went to a midwife house to search help . Unfortunately, they could not find a midwife to help Mrs Ruyati”.

 2.After that, try to appear a way to solve the problem although it was still in climax or the crisis arises.

 -Set the solution or decide the solution whether happy ending (better)or sad ending(worse).For example:

................

Twenty five years later, Nurahad grew up to be a generous ,kind,  and respected. At that time, many girls wanted to get married with him. But he said he could not do it because he had not been ready to propose a girl being his wife.  Hearing about Nurahad`s story, the king of Pringgasela was curious whose a name Nurahad.Five   days later, the king of Pringgasela came to Nurahad house. The king was so surprised looking Nurahad`s face. He was very handsome.The king directly propose him for his daughter Baiq Rita Sejagat. She was a kind girl and Nurahad was in love seeing her. He then accepted the request. He then was to be a prince and to be a rich man. Nurahad , his family and Baiq Rita  Sejagat lived happy ever after.

[masyhurhamnur]

NURAHAD

(Tugas Kuliah smt 4) 

Once upon time, the wind blew the leaves ,  touched mango leaves ,  whisperred  the guava leaves and blowing the crotch of a slum house between some houses on the outskirts of the village(slum) , Kebon Repok . The name of a small village in the area Pringgasela there . The name sounds primitive by most of the slummers(villagers) . Kebon Repok derived from Sasak language , which Kebon means garden  and Repok means village . Village gardens highly  filled  full of trees  like the jungle village made it very dark and creepy . Kebon Repok was the name of a hut that far behind in terms of buildings , no lights such modern electric lights , there was just a traditional light bulb. It was Cingklong a light that made us being sleepy and there was a small white candle as light assistant there . In that slum , there was couple of  husband-wife. They were not the have men. They had four children. They were Sholeh Mahmoed,

At night there was sounds of a woman moaning in pain . That was apparently from a rundown house , fenced white , mats on the ground and  roofs rae . The fence written down " Family Suffer "(Keluarga Menderita)  a white-painted  was  Mahmoed Sholeh`s creation for  his suffering a barrage of attacking his family for long time .

 " Oooh mother !!! "

Hearing the moaning sound , an old man who was often called Mr.Rukenah , burly , white-haired , bearded like a beautiful angel came down from heaven. He called Rukenah his wife . Because  he heard  Mrs Ruyati shouted in pain. Mr and Mrs Rukenah`s voice were heard by Suci Parhiah and Fatmawati. They then  awoke to hear the sighs and Suci Parhiah said. "What is it dad ? " . The father ignored the question and directly walked to the house fence slum .

" Assalamualaikum . Mr. Qasim, Mrs Ruyati should be brought to midwife`s house now or call a midwife now before there is bleeding ! " Spontaneously blurted .  Mr Rukenah already knew what happened to the woman who had the four children . Indeed, he had much to know by sight everyday Mrs Ruyati had a big body . Mr Ruyati  who wearing pajamas was in anxiety . The four children were also  anxiously waiting for  the birth of their youngest brother candidate .

At that time, there was a dog roaring  it  was as if not good news. It was like news of the death . There wass also the sound of a dog barking as if a herd of robbers who would attack the villagers` houses . " Who can typically handle a pregnant woman in this village? " asked Mr Qasim staring at all the relatives gathered there . The first view was intended to Mr. Rukenah his neighbor , but he looked at his wife with a puckered face as if he asked . Who it is ! Who it is ! The view then proceed to his first son , Sadarudin . Sadarudin looked pale and  could not respond his father . Sinta, the fourth daughter,  did not say anything she sat nearby her mother and bringing crackers worth Rp50 - , . Khadijah ,the third daughter  , was wide-faced wearing plain red shirt . She was crying at her mom whom was full of bleed.Sholeh Mahmoed was just silent and did not say anything . He asked his father to go to a midwife house . “ Dad, we have to go to a midwife house i am afraid it will happen thing that we do not want it”

 After that, Mr Qasim and Shaleh went to a midwife house to search help . Unfortunately, they could not find a midwife to help Mrs Ruyati. Mrs Ruyati was exhausted and pray to the God, Allah Subhanahuwata`ala.

“Oh God,my fate is from you. My death is for you. Help me to solve this. Help my family to solve this. I can`t do anything. Help me God!”

The God then heard her praying. Two hours later,the white light came to the house and then it sounded a baby`s voice crying ,it was exactly a baby born from Mrs Ruyati`s womb. The Almighty showed  His power to us. A baby was born perfect and full of white light in his body. Mr. Qasim was so happy and he named the baby , Nurahad. Nur meant light and Ahad meant Sunday because it was Sunday night.

Twenty five years later, Nurahad grew up to be a generous ,kind, and respected man. At that time, many girls wanted to get married with him. But he said he could not do it because he had not been ready to propose a girl being his wife.  Hearing about Nurahad`s story, the king of Pringgasela was curious whose a name Nurahad.Five   days later, the king of Pringgasela came to Nurahad house. The king was so surprised looking Nurahad`s face. He was very handsome.The king directly propose him for his daughter Baiq Rita Sejagat. She was a kind girl and Nurahad was in love seeing her. He then accepted the request. He then was to be a prince and to be a rich man. Nurahad , his family and Baiq Rita  Sejagat lived happy ever after.

[masyhurhamnur]

Education is a bridge for future

Taking a role in the education sector has been one of my life visions. I do believe education will be a bridge in educating and creating bright generation. Current generation strongly contributes forming that dream generation. Thus contributing to education is one of the ways to make that happens. Contributing in the world of education I have been doing since I was a student, starting from managing the educational organizations in my campus in West Nusa Tenggara. Having experienced in that organizations really sharpen my management and leadership skill in education and making decisions and policies. 

Thus choosing a tertiary institution to pursue my Master`s Degree definitely has been considered. My decision went to taking to UiTM (Universitas Teknologi Mara) Malaysia in majoring in TESL (Teaching English as Second Language). UiTM has an excellent national and international reputation for research and teaching. Besides it has good stability, service, health, culture, environment, education and infrastructure. For the choice of majoring is also very mature, it not only follows my preference but also follows the circumstances and needs of the institutions and communities in Lombok. The TESL major is a priority major as it is still very much needed especially in improving the teaching quality of prospective English teachers and English language skills for other students and communities. In addition, I chose this discipline since my campus still desperately need professional lecturers and trainers to train and guide students in English studies.

 Referring to the vision and mission of the campus that is the creation of an environment and global competitiveness, of course, more high-caliber human resources are needed, especially in teaching English in the campus environment, so students will get used to references in English, later on students will also not stutter when there are international student exchanges and also will be more easily get national and international opportunities such as attending conferences, workshops, international seminars held in various countries. 

To strengthen my expertise in teaching and research, I will be conduct researches and the results will be shared with students, lecturers, Dinas Pendidikan Lombok Timur, English teachers in Eastern part of Lombok with the aim of improving the quality of English teaching. Besides I also give workshops on how to teach good English to some instructors or teachers. After completing my study, I have commitment to teach English, TOEFL, IELTS to the students, youths and communities who want to be guide for tourists and those who have willingness to pursue their studies in abroad in my own village and in Lombok

[masyhurhamnur]

Tourism has been part of my life

Taking part in the tourism sector to advance Indonesia has been one of my biggest dreams. I have been very obsessed with becoming a tourism doer and hotelier because future prospects are quite promising in terms of economy, experience and networking. This interest started to grow since I participated in many study tour programs or excursion activities in schools and campuses to several famous tourist destinations and isles in Lombok

During my undergraduate study I got good tourism learning outcomes so I feel very confident and very ready to take the Master of Tourism and Sport Management. I continued this interest by attending tourism and hospitality training as well as its management in one of the international training institutions based in Lombok and what increasingly made me interested in tourism was my tourism activities in several large areas such as Jakarta, Bogor, Depok, Tangerang, Bekasi, Sukabumi and Bandung. These areas are very concerned about ecotourism and their sports so that many local and international tourists are interested in visiting and I am increasingly very inspired by the fact that the existence of ecotourism and sports fields is very supportive of the community's economy.

By majoring in this, I will learn how to develop sustainable tourism and to develop business related tourism, gain in-depth knowledge of the management of various tourism and sports organizations, understand all the complexities of each tourism or sports business as a system of different functions. In addition, the department will showcase knowledge of contemporary tourism services throughout the world, including its development trends, legal regulations as well as financial analysis and business performance measurement methods.

Another aim of majoring is to assist West Nusa Tenggara government in developing, evaluating, designing strategies and managing ecotourism in Pringgasela and helping through providing ideas and hands for the successful implementation of MotoGP which will be held later in 2021 and subsequent years.