John Robert Badak Der Lesser's
Visited Indonesia

Mar
20

религия есть в вашем сердце. сердце человека, который жил в племена и народы мира. Чата, и они Бога. Бог религиозный лидер. Если ваш Бог повелел, чтобы делать добро для всех людей на основе религии. то почему мы делаем вандализма и враждебность с человеческим собратьям.

Religion ist es in deinem Herzen. menschlichen Herzens, die lebten in Stämmen und Völkern der Welt. Im Ihnen und sie haben einen Gott. Gott ist ein religiöser Führer. Wenn dein Gott, geboten, Gutes zu tun für alle Menschen auf der Grundlage der Religion, warum dann tun wir Vandalismus und Feindschaft mit den Mitmenschen.

din kalbinizde var. İnsan kalbi bu kabileler ve milletler dünyanın yaşamış. Seni yaşıyorum ve sahip oldukları bir tanrı. tanrı bir dini liderdir. Lütfen Tanrım, din temelinde tüm insanlar için iyi yapmak emretti ise, o zaman neden biz vandalizm ve düşmanlığa diğer insanlarla yapıyor. wish always

peace be on you.

Sallamunaleykum.

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Jan
16

Bapak KRI Dewaruci adalah August Friederich Hermann Rosenowyang lebih dikenal dengan sebutan Bapak Resenow. Beliau dilahirkan di swinemunde, pulau Usedom Prusia.


Mantan Perwira Angkatan Laut Jerman yang memutuskan menjadi Perwira Angkatan Laut Indonesia ini, mengusulkan kepada pemimpin TNI AL bahwasannya untuk melatih Taruna Laut diperlukan kapal layar.

Kemudian Rosenow atas persetujuan Kasal memesan kapal layar tersebut di galangan kapal H.C. Stuelcken Sohn Schiffenwerft Jerman pada bulan Agustus 1952. Selama pembangunan kapal, Kapten Rosenow selalu menungguinya di galangan kapal, sampai pada akhirnya membawa kapal tersebut untuk pertama kalinya.

Sedangkan pemberi nama KRI Dewaruci oleh Kapten Oentoro Koesmardjo, yang sama-sama berangkat ke Jerman pada saat pembangunan kapal tersebut. KRI Dewaruci banyak meraih berbagai macam prestasi, salah satunya adalah ketika mengikuti lomba layar Gold Rush race California 1999, dimana KRI Dewaruci berhasil meraih penghargaan sebagai kapal layar Tiang Tinggi (populer Tallship).

Penghargaan lain berhasil disabet pada saat itu juga adalah keluar sebagai juara pertama sebagai kapal yang berhasil masuk finish hanaya dengan menggunakan layar.

Sedangkan awak kapal ini juga berhasil menyabet sebagai juara pertama lomba dayung di alcatras. Di California, KRI Dewaruci mendapatkan sambutan yang luar biasa dari masyarakat setempat. Bahkan tidak heran apabila keperkasaan kapal ini sampai menghiasi harian San Fransisco Cronicle, koran terbesar di kota San Fransisco.

Pelayaran-pelayaran muhibah ke luar negeri yg pernah dilaksanakan KRI Dewaruci meliputi :

* Mei – Juli 1957; dibawah Komandan Kapal Kapten Pelaut Fritz Suak, dengan rute pelayaran Surabaya – Bali – Pulau Krismast – Sabang – Riau – Singapura, membawa 39 Kadet AAL.

* Mei – Juli 1958; dibawah Komandan Kapal Kapten Pelaut Fritz Suak, dengan rute pelayaran Port Kelang – Kuala Lumpur – Bangkok – Saigon – Manila – Surabaya, membawa 66 Kadet AAL.

* Mei – Juli 1959; dibawah Komandan Kapal Kapten Pelaut Fritz Suak, dengan rute pelayaran Jakarta – Riau – Phnomphenh – Hainan – Hanoi – Surabaya, membawa 65 Kadet AAL.

* Mei – Agustus 1961; dibawah Komandan Kapal Mayor Laut (P) Rudy Purwana, dengan rute pelayaran Fremantle -Adelaine – Melbourne – Jervis Bay – Sydney – Brisbane – Cairus Port Moresbay – Darwin – Surabaya; bersama 70 Kadet AAL.

* Maret – November 1964;dibawah Komandan Mayor Laut (P) H. Sumantri, dengan rute pelayaran melewati Samudra Hindia – Terusan Suez – Laut Tengah – Samudera Atlantik – New York – Terusan Panama – Samudera Pasifik, membawa 40 Kadet AAL.

* Pada Mei 1967; dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) J.H. Salu, mengunjungi Thailand – Malaysia – Singapura – Surabaya,membawa 60 TarunaAkabri Bagian Laut, 8 Tauna Akabri Bagian Udara, 6 Akabri Kepolisian.

* Pada Maret 1970 dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) J.H. Salu, dengan rute pelayaran Surabaya – Femantle – Melbourne – Sydney – Brisbane _ Townville – Ambon – Jakarta – Surabaya, membawa 75 Taruna Akabri Bagian Laut.

* Pada September 1977 dibawah Komandan Letkon Laut (P) Koes Satyono, dengan rute pelayaran Surabaya – Jakarta – Tanjung Pinang – Port Kelang – Belawan – Sabang – Teluk Bayur – Jakarta – Surabaya, membawa 28 Taruna Akabri Bagian Laut.

* Pada Oktober 1978; dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Susanto, mengunjungi Balikpapan – Manila – Bitung – Ternate – Ujung Pandang – Surabaya, membawa 37 Taruna Akabri Bagian Laut.

* Pada Oktober 1979; dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) M.S. Hasibuan; mengunjungi Kupang – Port Headland – Fremantle – Ambon – Surabaya, membawa 54 Taruna Akabri Bagian Laut.

* Pada April – Juni 1981; dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Rio Judoyanto, dengan rute Surabaya – Balikpapan – Manila – Yokosuka – Manila – Ujung Pandang – Surabaya, diikuti 39 Taruna Akabri Bagian Laut.

* Pada Agustus – Desember 1982; dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Warsono HP ke Singapura.

* Pada September – Okltober 1983; dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Warsono HP, mengunjungi Ujung Pandang – Manila – Osaka – Balik Papan – Surabaya, diikuti 59 Taruna Akabri Bagian Laut.

* Pada tahun 1984berkunjung ke Guam dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Warsono HP.

* Pada Juli – Agustus 1985, dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Ripa G. Prawirosastro, mengunjungi Brunai Darussalam.

* Pada April – Oktober 1986, dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Ripa G. Prawirosastro, mengunjungi Kanada, diikuti oleh 42 Taruna AAL.

* Pada Desember – Pebruari 1987, dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Ripa G. Prawirosastro, mengunjungi Jakarta – Dilli – Port Moresby – Sorong – Ambon – Kendari – surabaya diikuti 56Taruna AAL.

* Pada April – Juni 1988, dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Ripa G. Prawirosastro,mengunjungi Tarakan – Brunai – Bangkok – Batam – Tanjung PInang – TanjungUban – Surabaya, membawa 76 Taruna AAL.

* Pada Mei – Juni 1989, dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Poerbowasito berlayar ke Philipina dan Malaysia.

* Pada Mei – Juni 1990, dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Poerbowasito berlayar ke Malaysia dan singapura.

* Pada September – November, dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Poerbowasito berlayarke Australia.

* Pada September – November 1992; dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Samsumar Hadianto, mengunjungi Manila danSingapura.

* Pada April – Juni 1994, dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Sad Suyono mengunjungi Ujung Pandang – Bitung – Kao Hsiung – Saigon – Bangkok – Surabaya.

* Pada April – Juni 1996, dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Wahyu Sasongko,mengunjungi Bitung Bitung – Manila – Pusan – Goang Cao – Jakarta – Surabaya, membawa 94 Taruna AAL.

* Maret – Mei 1997 dibawah KOmandan Letkol Laut (P) Bambang Riswanto, mengunjungi Osaka – Guam – Bitung – surabaya, membawa 76Taruna AAL.

* Desember – Maret 1998k dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) I.G.N DadikSurarto, mengunjungi Surabaya – Kupang – Townsville – Glastone – New Castlr – Sydney- Hobart – Adelaide – Femantle – BWI Surabaya, membawa 80 Taruna AAL.

* Pebruari – Maret 1999, dibawah Komandan Mayor Laut (P) Darwanto SH, mengunjungi Tanjung Uban – Penang – Tanjung Uban – Surabaya.

* April- Desember 1999, dibawah Kmandan Mayor Laut (P) Darwanto, SH. mengunjungi Sorong – Senyavin – Kwajelin – Pulau Crismast – Honolulu – Sanfransisco – Los Angeles – San Diego – Honolulu – Kwajelin – Guam – Bitung – Surabaya.

* Maret – Oktober 2000, dibawah Komandan Letkol Laut (P) Dawranto, SH, mengunjungiJakarta – Sorong – Kwajelin – Pearl harbour – San Fransisco – Acapulco – Panama – Miami – Norflok – Baltimore – New York – Boston – Panama – acapulco – San Fransisco – – Pearl Harbour – Kwajelin – Jayapura – Surabaya, membawa 77 Taruna AAL.

Dec
15

234, berasap mengepul, terhisap mulut pengembara. Dia terduduk manis, diam, di sebelah kanan tukang becak, yang tertidur, pulas, di becaknya. Di depan dia, terhalang sungai, nampaklah sebuah rumah megah. Besar, bertingkat tiga,. Rumah  juragan, bukan, rumah tuhan.

(…..Tiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnn….Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin…)

(…..Miiiiiiimmmm…..Miiiiimmmm…)

(…..Empooottttttttt…..Emppoooottt….)

(…..Biimmmmmm…..Biiiiimmmm…..)

(…..Ubluuukkkkkk….Ubluuuuukkk….)

(…..rupanya bunyi klakson dari motor remaja-remaja sekolah menengah umroh eh umum, sangat mengagetkan makhluk hidup. Kecuali suara yang terakhir. Itu bunyi ibu-ibu yang sedang lewat (…naik vespa butut….) dan terjebak iring-iringan para remaja smu tadi).

“Air putih mas…?” sapa sang tukang becak yang terbangun dari tidur lelapnya.

“Iya, pak. (…ngiing!…gluk..gluk..gluk…). Terimakasih pak..”

“Darimana Boy?”

“Kota pahlawan buaya pak.”

“Sudah lama di sini ya?”

“Iya. Bapak koq tahu?”

“Tahu. Kan saya orang becakan. Dua kali melihat sampean tidur di depan warung internet kafe John Robert Badak Dewaruci”.

“Wow…..! serius nich pak? Di wakaf jrb-dewaruci itu tempat nongkrong saya dan teman”

“Hahaha..! beliau tertawa. (…kemphong…). Mmmm…,teman yang mana Mas? Yang saya tahu, sampean sendirian gelar tikar di situ!”

“Iyah,…ada satu teman saya di situ Pak. Sekarang sudah pergi ke Luar Negeri. Belanda.”

“Belanda…?! Sedang apa dia di sana Mas…?!”

“Sedang berjuang membentuk Keluarga. Dia dapat Wanita asli sana Pak.”

“Hmmmmm….bagus lah! Kalau niatnya begitu!”

“Warnet itu punya nama yang aneh ya Mas…?!!! Wakaf jrb-dewaruci…!”

“Hwehehehee…! Wakaf singkatan dari warnet kafe Pak. Ya teman saya itu, yang bikin nama wakaf jrb-dewaruci!”

“Ohhh…yang di Belanda itu?”

“Yoooooo’i……!”

“Luas sekali wakaf jrb-dewaruci itu Mas. Di tengah-tengah ada warnet. Samping kirinya rumah makan sederhana. Samping kanannya ada distro. Semuanya dua tinkgat. Loteng! Hmmm……!”

“Yoooooo’i……! tempat yang nyaman buat istirahat setelah menggelandang Pak. Hehehee…!”

“Hmmmm…pantesan sampean betah, sampei tidur di depan wakaf Mas.”

“Iyahh…………! Warung sederhananya itu yang bikin saya betah Pak. Makanananya enak! Mantap! Dan murah.”

“Lhoooooo……! Wong saya kadang juga makan di situ Mas. Nyamleng! Wareg tenan!”

“Lhaaaaaaa……! Kala Bapak ke situ lagi, bareng saya saja.”

“Okeh Bos……!”

“Soalnya saya kenal sama Kokinya di situ. Barangkali beliau bisa ngajak Bapak bisnis BESAR!”

“Bisnis BESAR nopo toh Mas. Saya tidak punya duit…?!”

“Lhoooooo……! Bisnis BESAR Pak. Maksudnya BESAR itu Becak Pasar. Lumayan kan kalau setiap ada belanjaan buat dapur warung bisa minta tolong sama Bapak yang ngangkut…?!”

“Lhaaaaaaa……! Cocok tenan ikie…..! warunge rame tenan lho Mas. Pendapatan narik becak saya bisa naik ikie! Hehehey…!!!”

“Naik ya naik Pak. Tar saya omongin dulu sama Kokinya. Sekalian saya ajak Bapak ke situ.”

“Mantep!! Mas!!”

“Oiya,…Mas,…Nama yang punya wakaf jrb-dewaruci ini sama dengan nama warnet bukan…?!”

“Bukan Pak……! Nama teman saya itu Donni. Dan istrinya bernama Donna.”

“Ohhh…saya kira sama dengan nama warnet!”

“Sekarang mereka berdua sudah punya anak lhoo Pak!”

“Waahhhh…….Alhamdullilah! mirip bule ya Mas…..!”

“Sangat mirip! Lha wong orang tuanya Bule Pak. Sampean kie yakopo……!”

“Hahahahahah…!”

“Sampean tahu, nama putra mereka itu Pak…?!”

“Ndak tahu Mas…..!”

“Lhaaaaaaa….yah mana tahu kan saya belum ngomong….!”

“Sampean radhi gendheng (…anda agak gila…) ya Mas…?!”

“Hahahay…!”

“Siapa nama putra mereka Mas…..?!”

“Donadoni”

“Hwaaaakakakakakak…mirip pemain biola.!”

“Lhooooo…?!”

“Eh…pemain bola Mas. Keliru ngomong saya. Hehehe.!”

“Hmmmm…”.

Senja. Suasana menjadi sedikit mencair. Sangat cepat mereka berdua menjadi akrab. Sambil duduk bersilang kaki, tukang becak ini tangannya terampil membuat rokok sendiri. Menggulung kertas rokok dengan tembakau yang ada di dalam gulungan kertas itu. Orang jawa bilang “rokok tingwe” alias ngelinting dewe.

“Sedang apa buaya mengintai rumah juragan di kota kerajaan ini?”

“Wow….! rupanya anda jeli juga pak….! Hahay….”.

(…dan mereka berdua menatap kosong rumah juragan di seberang sungai itu…)

“Anda lihat di rumah juragan itu pak. Dari pagi hingga sekarang mengantrilah manusia-manusia yang membawa uang untuk disetorkan……………!”

“Yah, Boy……..! dia memang juragan di kota ini. Hmmmmm…,mungkin juga juragan di negeri ini…”.

“Maksudnya…?? Pak…???” (…kerutan kulit jidat terlihat…)

“Hehey…! Boy! Ayo..naiklah ke becak saya. Kita keliling, melihat seisi kerajaan ini.”

“Okeh….!!!”  sambil melepas jaket kulit yang banyak robek pada lengannya. Lalu naik ke becak.

BMW (becak merah warna) melaju perlahan. Monjali terlewati, sebegitu banyak sejarah yang “dibekukan” di dalam sana, dan, terlengkapi kisah yang nyata dari mulut seorang tukang becak negeri kerajaan ini. Tetapi, tidak terlihat seperti Bandung, di sini, hanya ada beberapa perempuan Ayu sesekali terlihat lewat berpapasan.

“Namanya sampean siapa mas?”

“Gundul………….!” Panjenengan, asmanipun sinten pak? (…anda, namanya siapa pak?…)’

“Saya Pacul,………Mas Gundul!”

“Ngapunten (…maaf…) Pak Pacul, kok jarang ada gadis cantik lewat sini ya pak?”

“Hahaha…lha piye toh Mas, disini kan tidak sama dengan di Bandung!”

“Hehehe…! Sampun (…sudah…) pernah ke Kota Bandung toh Pak Pacul ?” (…guundul yang sok akrab…).

“Sampun Mas, Kebetulan anak lelaki saya yang nomor satu hidup di sana. Dapat istri cantik, dan sekarang, Alhamdulilah, dikasih momongan tujuh putra dan putri.”

“Weleh…,Wow…! Serius toh Pak Pacul?”

“Enggih toh..! Serius….!”

“Hmmmm……Amin…..!”

“Lhooo……………….?! Kok amin toh Mas Gundul……………?!”

“Lhaaa……………..…?! Yang benar bagaimana toh Pak Pacul..?!”

“Yaaah………………..!!..jawabnya…-Alhamdulillah- toh Mas…!”

“Lhooo………………..!!..Iya… Pak..,.-Alhamdulillah-..Amiin…..!”

“Lhaaa…………………!!..Nggih ngoten toh yang pas itu Mas! Muslim non muslim nggih –Alhamdulillah- kangge jawab pertanyaan ngono kuwi!. Zaman sekarang agama kan sama saja. Yang penting persatuan dan kesatuan lan njagi lati.”

“(…?????….)” gundul menggerutu dalam hati…(…”apa hubungannya?nech?!??”…)

“Wooow……………….!!…Pak,..Jangan membahas Agama donk Pak…! Hehehe…saya malu dan tidak tahu banyak, Muslim asli (…KTP…) tapi belum natih (…belum pernuh…) Sholat!”

“Lhaaaa…!!!!! Ketauan..! Kelihatan Mas, sampean tidak pernah Sholat…………………!”

“Lhooo…………………?!” (…kok bisa tahu ya???…) selalu menggerutu dalam hati.

“Wajah sampean kusut…! Seperti batu yang selalu tersentuh debu dan terik Surya! Tapi batu itu tidak tersentuh Air setetes-pun!”

Raut muka si Gundul terpaku…..! (…ini Cuma istilah. bukan nyata, muka si Gundul Di Paku…-Sakit dunk- ah pembaca ini bagaimana sich…). Mulut si Gundul Terkunci……..! (…Ini Juga istilah atau ibarat…-pembaca jangan terlalau serius dunk, tar Stress lho!-…). Ingin berkata tapi seribu ke-sungkan-an (…perasaan hormat kepada siapapun mahkluk hidup di dunia ini…). Kata-kata Pak Pacul Menyumbat mulut si Gundul yang sedang memainkan 234! Dia hanya mengepul-ngepulkan asap! Sebentar banyak! Sebentar berbentuk asap melingkar! (…Cuma sebentar, karena asap itu kan sifatnya gas, 1. ringan terbang, 2. ringan terbawa angin, 3. mudah tercerai-berai, dan 4. ringan dijinjing (..emang Laptop?!…).

(……………………Ceeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……..!!!!!!!!!!!!!…………)

“Wahhh…Pak Pacul….!!! Ban becaknya kempas….! Eh kempes..maksud saya……………….!!!”

“Waduh…Mas! Gundul!! Kurang 50 meter lagi pas Ngampilan…………! Rumah saya………!!!”

“Terus gimana Pak Pacul…………………………….??? Enaknya…………………………..????”

“Begini saja, Saya taruh becak ini di rumah……! Percuma ditambal, sudah tiga kali ini kempes…”

“Nggih-pun Pak Pacul. Sami kulo mawon, sareng ten griyane sampean (…sama saya saja, bareng ke rumah anda…)!”

“Panjenengan kerso?! (…anda mau?!…)”

“Kerso Pak Pacul”.

“Monggo!!!”

Rupanya si Gundul menemukan sesuatu yang dia cari dalam pengembaraannya. Yaitu dimana tempat dia singgah, maka disitu harus ada sahabat! Sampailah mereka bedua di rumah yang sederhana. Berpagar tanaman. Hijau semua. Termasuk ulat ulatnya. Cat rumahnya pun berwarna hijau. Hanya pintu yang dicat warna cokelat dan berukir nama Tuhan serta Nabi Besar Muhammad Rasullulah SAW lengkap dengan syahadatnya yang di bingkai tepat di samping kanan pintu rumah.

Di depan rumah, ada papan ukuran sedang, persegi berwarna merah yang bertuliskan:  “Pak Pacul. Menerima reparasi becak, sepeda angin, dan sepeda kuno.” Di bawah papan merah itu ada papan lagi, masih berukuran sama tetapi berwarna kuning, yang bertuliskan : “Bu Pacul. Menerima jahitan, pesanan kue, dan pijat urat.” Masih ada satu papan lagi paling bawah, yang berwarna hijau, bertuliskan: “Annisa. Menerima ketikan computer dan Nge-print.” Kalau ketiga papan nama itu dilihat dari kejauhan maka nampak seperti Lampu Bangjo (…Abang Ijo/ Traffic Light…). Rumah unik tapi sederhana. Namun dalam kesederhanaan itu, tidak disangka, ada tiang beton setinggi 17 meter, dikelilingi 8 pot bunga Wawar Merah, dan 45 pot bunga Melati Putih. Tepat di puncak tiang beton itu Berkibarlah Sang Saka Merah Putih.

Belum sempat pantat si Gundul duduk di kursi depan rumah Pak Pacul ini, si Saat sudah mendahului  mengumandangkan Adzan! Tepat waktu magrib daerah setempat. Sayup sayup adzan terdengar dari masjid yang telah dilewati Pak Pacul dan si Gundul tadi. Jaraknya 23,4 meter dari rumah Pak Pacul.

“Assalamualaikum…” (…sesosok perempuan berjilbab, berkisar 26 tahun, masuk halaman  rumah dan mengucap salam…)

“Waalaikummussalam…” jawab Pak Pacul.

“Hehehee……………….” (…ini bukan jawaban salam dari si Gundul, dia cengar-cengir saja…).

“Ini Abah (…Ayah…). Annisa bawa pisang molen dari rumah teman di Kotabaru.”

“Wahh…jauh sekali Mbak…….! Kota baru Riau…….???” sahut si gundul.

“Siapa dia Abah…………….??!! Jelek banget………….! Bau lagi……..!”

“Saya Gundul mbak……………” sambil menjulurkan, eh, mengulurkan tangan.

“Saya Annisa.” Kotabaru sini Mas!  Koq Riau………….! Lagian di Riau kan Pekanbaru……….!”

“Lho…ada toh Mbak namanya Kotabaru disini…?” “nama jalan apa kecamatan Mbak….?”

“ Nama hewan Mas. Dari ordo Mamalia. Satu kelas sama kamu……! Hwkwkwkwkwkwk…..”

“Hweheheheee…”

“Sssssstttt!…ini Mas Gundul, silahkan dimakan pisang molennya. Kamu juga Niss, makan satu dulu pisang molennya”

Mereka menikmati pisang molen yang masih hangat. Kemudian Pak Pacul dan Annisa berwudlu, dan Menunaikan Sholat Magrib. Si Gundul tetap saja duduk di kursi dan menikmati pisang molen, sesekali menenggak  botol yang berisi minuman kopi yang selalu ada dalam tas ranselnya. Kopi sidikalang! Kopi yang berasal dari sumatea barat. Yang diambil oleh Gundul waktu di sidoarjo, di ruko Quick Computer temannya.

“Oooohhhhh…sungguh nikmat Kopi Sidikalang ini. Lumayan oleh-oleh dari Toko Sahabat yang sekarang sudah Tutup.” (….sendirian si Gundul menikmati kopi di depan teras rumah Pak Pacul…).

-Kuberikan bintang padamu seorang, Sbagai satu tanda rasa hati.
Bintang yang terindah, yang tak pernah pudar . Dan slalu setia menemani.

Uoo…iee…uoo…iee  2x

Kuberikan bintang padamu seorang, Sbagai satu tanda rasa hati.
Bintang yang terindah yang tak pernah pudar, Dan slalu setia menemani.

Uoo…iee…uoo…iee 2x

Sperti kupu-kupu yang berwarna-warni, Indah kurasakan saat ini.
Hasratku mengalir menyejukkan hati,  Yakin cinta suci kan abadi

Reff: Mungkin saat ini aku sedang bermimpi,
Tuk coba lalui semua jalan yang penuh…
Bunga…semerbak!

Sperti kupu-kupu yang berwarna-warni, Indah kurasakan saat ini.
Hasratku mengalir menyejukkan, Yakin cinta suci kan abadi.

Reff2: Smoga kau mengerti arti bintang yang kuberi,

Hingga kita dapat lalui jalan yang penuh…{3x}

Bunga… bersama!

Uoo…iee…uoo…iee! oi![1]

Pengamen ber-Vegan Punk boots merah warna! Mirip dengan sepatu yang dipakai si Gundul, rambut hitam lusuh gak pernah keramas, satu diantarnya ada yang ber-MOHAWK biru rambut! Punk Jalanan. Seribu style! Tapi Idealis!

(….Si Gundul merogoh saku…)

“Lagunya romantis mas. Tp Type X ya??!! Ini mas.” (…Si Gundul mengasih uang seribu rupiah…).

“Tidak usah Mas. Sungkan Kie……..! Monggo………!”

“Lho……………………………???!!! Koq ngacir.” (…Si Gundul menatap kosong pada pengamen yang melangkah pergi…).

“Mas Gundul..,kamu disuruh Abah mandi…………..!!” (…Teriak Annisa, mengagetkan si Gundul dari melamun tentang pengamen tadi…).

“Nanti saja mbak….! Lagian tar juga tidur di Hotel pasti kotor lagi…..!”

“Tidur Hotel…..??!!! Koq kotor.…??!!”

“Iya..Hotel saya kan depan wakaf jrb-dewaruci!”

“Hotel Trotoar mas!!! Ooo…pantes! Jaketnya robek robek. Digigit tikus ya!?!”

“Iya…! Masa digigit Satpol PP!”

“Mandi dulu mas Gundul. Airnya dingin. Seger!” kata Pak Pacul dari balik pintu. Beliau hanya kelihatan sarung dan kakinya. Serta kitab suci di lengannya. Rupanya beliau mau duduk di kursi tamu di dalam rumah. Akan membaca ayat ayat suci.

“Nggihpun Pak Pacul, saya mandi dulu!

“Monggo!!!”

Melewati lorong rumah yang panjang dan agak serem, maklum bangunan agak lama. Sampailah di pintu kamar mandi. Dekat dengan dapur dan sumur. Ada pawon dan gentong, persis perhiasan jambi. Jaman Bien (Jadul-Jaman Dulu). Kamar mandinya satu atap dengan rumah., bisa di bilang ini adalah Kamar dipur ( kamar mandi dan dapur).

Ada hewan besar! Loreng! Dan nempel di penyangga atap yang terbuat dari bamboo.

“Jiiiiangkrik!!!!”

“Tokek ya mas???!!!”

“Jangkrik!!! Eh! Maksud saya..Iya tokek mbak! Guude mbak!”

“Tokek ya gede Mas!! Kecil cicak! Kecilan lagi Cacing!!! Jatuh dimana mas??!!! Piye toh!?!”

“Apane sing piye mbak??!!! Untung jatuh di jedding (bak mandi) mbak!”

—–Buru-buru si gundul keluar kamar mandi tanpa baju. Dan belum melepas celana kumal-nya—-

“Saya ambil handuk dulu mbak!”

“Ambil handuk apa takut tokek?!?”

“Dua-duanya mbak!”

“Hohohohohoho…!”

“Kok hohohohoo toh mbak??!!! Opo Ono boboho?!? cengar cengir”

“Hohohohoho…”

“Pancet!”

——si gundul mengambil handuk dalam tas ranselnya. Dan kembali lagi untuk menunaikan mandi. Sangat bau ikan asin di kamar mandi. Maklum kamar dipur!!!———–

“Nggoreng ikan asin ya mbak?!? Baunya sampei sini!”

“Bukan! Ikan lumba-lumba mirip ikan asin!”

“Anyar neh sampean iku mbak?!?”

“Iya..anyar kie! Sampean laper toh mas????!!! Saya masakin ikan asin sama bikin sambel kesukaan Abah!”

“Mas..! hoy !!! kok enggak dijawab??!!! Mas Gundul..??? ra popo toh??! Hallo…!!!”

“Orang lagi gosok gigi mana bisa ngomong mbak?!!! Masa enggak denger gosok gosok!?!”

“Hohohohohohoo…”

Dari kamar dipur terdengar Pak Pacul sayup sayup melantunkan ayat ayat suci. Lengkap dengan lekukan, fasih lidah, panjang dan pendek syair ayat ayat suci itu. Sungguh suatu arransemen yang Maha Indah jika dilantukan pelan dan sayup.

Sepoi sepoi anginya masuk kamar dipur. Ventilasi ukuran besar di samping kanan dan kiri dapur. Pintu belakang dan pintu samping kanan rumah juga yang membuat udara sejuk serta angiin sepoi sepoi masuk dengan lancar.

Si Gundul keluar kamar dipur. Dan melihat meja makan sudah penuh dengan menu makanan. Mulai kerupuk, nasi, ikan asin, dan sambal bajak.

“Monggo mas Gundul. Silahkan dinikmati.” Kata Pak Pacul.

“Iya pak. Lapar nech. Monggo pak Pacul. Monggo mbak,…sareng dahar (…makan bersama…).”

“Kamu duluan saja Mas. Saya sama Abah nunggu Sholat Isya’.

“Sebentar lagi adzan”.

“Ya sudah Pak, Mbak,..Saya makan dulu”

“Monggo”

“Silahkan…..”

Si Gundul berpura-pura akan mengambil nasi. Dan, ternyata, benar, adzan Isya’ sudah terdengar. Pak Pacul dan Annisa  cuci tangan,….lalu……..,Sholat. Si Gundul tidak jadi mengambil Nasi. Alias tidak jadi makan. Dia keluar kamar dipur. Menuju ke pintu yang menghubungkan dengan halaman luar samping kanan rumah.

Gelap!

Si Gundul keluar kamar dipur menuju halaman yang gelap itu. Ada kursi reot dari rotan. Sang pengembara duduk di kursi itu dan menyulut 234-nya.

Dari luar rumah, cat tembok tembok luar nampak beda. Dalam rumah, cat tembok berwarna biru. Biru warna yang Agung. Sedangkan tembok luar rumah, berwarna abu-abu, tidak rata, ada warna putih, dan sedikit coklat bahkan ada warna hitam melingkar. Ternyata tembok luar tidak di cat. Alias itu warna asli dari batu bata campur gamping campur kapur dan temboknya ada yang bolong.

“Hmmmmm….Mantapp!” seruan pelan dari mulut Si Gundul saat menghisap 234-nya.

——-anginnya benar-benar sepoiiii….sepoiiii…dan kemudian agak kencang. Lebih menusuk ke “jaket kulit” si gundul.————-

“Nuwun Sewu…Mas. Ngapunten…Numpang lewat. Monggo…………” seorang perempuan berbaju kebaya putih dan sewek (jarik) batik motif hitam putih lewat depan Si Gundul. Tepat di depan Si Gundul, jaraknya hanya beberapa meter dari kursi rotan reot yang sedang di dudukinya.

“Inggih..Monggo Bu…” balas sapa Si Gundul.

(———————————-)

“Ehem…! Sholat kita sudah selesai Mas Gundul. Ayo dahar!” dari dalam rumah, Pak Pacul sedikit menyeru.

“Inggih pak.”

“Makan bersama kita mulai. Bissmillah. Dihabiskan Mas!” Annisa memerintah.

“Siap! Hehee!”

“Bissmillah” ucap Pak Pacul bareng Annisa.

“Ehem! Hehee….” Ucap Si Gundul berhias cengar cengirnya.

“Tidak ber-doa juga tidak apa-apa. Cuma kalau menghormati Nabi Muhammad Rasullulah maka hendaknya berdoa sebelum makan. Yaaaa…meski Cuma bismillah!” dengan sedikit alis meruncing Annisa mengingatkan.

“Okeh!!! Bismillah!” sambil cengar cengir.

“Telat mas!!!” seru Annisa.

“Lebih baik telat daripada Hiiik!!!…Hiiiik!!! …aduh!..Hiiik!!!”

“Nah. kalau makan jangan sambil bicara. Hihiihi….” Annisa tertawa kecil.

Sama juga dengan kota pahlawan buaya, di sini, cuaca kadang mendung, kadang hujan lebat. Kalau di bandung, sudah terjadi hujan es. Di aceh, hujan teroris. Di banten, hujan peluru. Namun yang paling kerap terjadi di negeri ini, adalah hujan tangis dan bunuh diri. Entah. Karena memang ada yang sengaja memakai system ekonomi yang menckik kerakyatan atau oknum pelaksana lapangan yang selalu “ngutil” dan minta “jatah” sana sini, padahal mereka sudah punya gaji. Pasti masih ada kecurangan kecurangan yang dilakukan di semua instansi di negeri ini. Alas an mereka, para “pengutil” ini sama, yaitu: “gajinya kecil” mas. Coba kalau mereka berpikir luas. dari gaji kecil itu toh bias dibuat untuk usaha kecil-kecilan, yang penting halal. Halal ini penting, karena bukannya para oknum itu juga menghidupi keluarganya dari gaji dia kerja. Coba pikirkan baik baik, mau jadi apa keturunannya memakan “hasil kutil” dari sesame saudaranya.

Ingat sedikit kata pepatah jalanan yang ada di seluruh negeri ini. Bahwa, kita ini sama satu bangsa, satu suara : Indonesia Merdeka. Pangkat dan jabatan kita semua hanya ada dalam kantor. Susunan kerja di kantor dan sytem yang ada di sana, sangat penting dan berlaku spontan jika pangkat dan jabatan itu dipakai di sana. Steleah keluar ruangan kantor, bahkan jam istirahat, seharusnya kita sama. Rakyat Indonesia. Seberapa besar iman manusia untuk menolak perbuatan kutil mengutil?! Itu tergantung pada jiwanya seseorang, apakah bias mereka melupakan kesombongan! Kesombongan itu ibarat dari pangkat dan jabatan yang mereka sandang di kantor, tetap mereka pakai dalam kehidupan berbangsa. Artinya, mereka orang yang berpangkat dan punya jabatan itu akan menjadi somobng apabila masih di luar kantor tetap “merasa” memakai pangkat dan jabatan itu..

Dalam buku Isalam Kontempore karya mohammed arkoun disebutkan,. Bahwa, Nabi Besar Muhammda Rasullulah SAW, melepaskan jabatan beliau sebagai Nabi ALLAH dan Nabi umat Islam saat berdialog antar umat beragama. Waktu itu ada kegiatan berdialog antar pemuka agama entah di makkah atau maddinah, sang penulis lupa, karena bukunya sudah dipinjamkan entah ke siapa. Semoga mereka mengamalkannya. Nah, itu contoh yang diterapkan Baginda Nabi. Coba bayangkan, seoarang Nabi mampu meletakkan jabatannya demi berlangsungnya suatu dialog, agar terlihat Netral. Tidak memihak. Dan tidak ada kesombongan. Presiden memang tidak bias serta merta neletakkan jabatannya, karena hal ini membahayakan. Ini jika diartikan dalam system pemerintahan.namun ambilah contoh pada Presiden Iran, Mahmud Achmadinejad. Beliau memang presiden Iran, namun ketika beliau memberi kuliah umum di salah satu Universitas di Inggris, maka waktu “mengkuliah-i” maka posisi beliau disebut sebagai dosen umum.

Bukan selalu menggerutui psrs oknum di suatu instansi, tetapi, memang kinerja mereka patut dipertanyakan. Selalu molor dan seperti semrawut berjalan tanpa system. Penggunaan istilah Good Government yang ada dalam buku kuliahan tidak serta merta bias diterapkan dalam lapangan. Entah mereka memang tolol atau mereka sengaja berpura pura untuk meng-blue-print-kan istilah itu dalam lapangan padahal kosong karena mereka tidak sadar apa isinya. Aneh. Seribu opini tidak akan selesai ditulis disini untuk mengkritisi, sebab yang dikritisi sudah tidak mau peduli.

Peng-ibarat-an ini ada pada pengalaman gembel jalanan, yang kebetulan pernah bertemu dengan penulis di suatu pelabuhan penyebrangan. Si Gundul. Dia datang dari keluarga berkecukupan. Ayah adalah seoarang PNS. Dari sini dia mengerti betul kinerja PNS itu. Asal datang, tandatangan, lihat jam, makan, mikir proyek yang akan di mark up. Lalu apa yang dikerjakan? Hanya mengeti! Entah apa yang diketik yang kemudian diserahkan ke petugas lapangan. Yang sebelum diterima pada petugas lapangan, kertas yang diketik itu melayang selama sepuluh tahunan, entah melayang kemana arah!. Itu terjadi pada jaman dulu. Percuma suatu pemerintahan baru menggeser pemerintahan lama, jikalau tetap sama tugasnya, yaitu memperlebar jarak meja birokrasi dan menambah-nambahkan lembaga-lembaga, department-departement, tanpa tahu dan tanpa mempelajari: “dimana letak kelemahan sehingga mudah terlambat dan molor!”. Buset!

Lihatlah para pendidikan kedokteran. Montang manting belajar, morat marit bawa bungkusan makan siang, hanya demi untuk belajar ilmu kedokteran yang sulit! Setelah mereka berhasil jadi dm, mereka masih montang manting praktek di rumah sakit, masih dalam mengejar ilmu dokter yang pasti sebelmu mereka diterjunkan jadi dokter beneran! Namaun setelah jadi dokter beneran, mereka tidak sampai hati melihat system administrasi yang dipakai oleh rumah sakit setempat! Bahkan rumah sakit yang tersebar di seluruh nusantara ini. Apa benar negeri ini mebunuh oaring orang “suci otak” sperti mereka?!.

Si gundul tidak mau menelateni ilmu bapaknya yang pernah menjadi PNS di kota pahlawan buaya, karena itu adalah ilmu yang kosong! Dia lalu mencoba menjadi pegawai di perusahaan, yang dia dapat hanya capek! Hati nuraninya capek menuruti paksaan waktu. Dia bekerja mulai dari jam 08.00 istirahat jam 12.00-13.00, dan pulang kantor jam 17.00. apa yang dia lakukan dalam sisa waktunya?! Tidur! Karena capek! Hanya satu yang dikhawatirkan olehnya jika kegiatan ini terus menerus terjadi. Yaitu, tidak ada waktu romantis untuk menikmati kehidupan ini. Maka jalan yang dia ambil adalah freelance, dan tetap bias menikmati luasnya nusantara ini sampei dinginnya Negara Adolf Hitler! Frankfurt Am Main – Germany!!! Dalam dunia freelance, ada kebebasan waktu, kebebasan bicara dan mengumpat bos! (walau tetapi hanya dilakukan lewat telephone).

“Hmmmm…nikmat sekali sambalnya, pak pacul. Hehe” kebiasaan cengar cengir terjadi lagi.

“Siapa dulu yang bikin sambal mas. Annisa gitu lho!” bergaya manja si putri pak pacul ini. Maklum memang umurnya masih muda.

“Wew..Gaul juga jawabnya nech!”

“Iya,…saking gaulnya sampei sampei pernah dilamar anak pengamen Punk jalanan mas.” Seru pak pacul.

:Lho???!!! Benarkah mbak annis???”

“Yaaaaaaa…gitu dech!”

“Ceritain tuh sama Mas Gundul Niss, share, sapa tahu mas gundul ngerti masalahmu. Toh tampang mas gundul sperti itu juga! Hahahaha! Penjelasan pak pacul disertai seringai siung giginya yang kelihatan kalau ketawa.

“Persis Vampire pak pacul!”

“Maksudnya mas???” Tanya pak pacul.

“Ohhh….endak pak, ini lho saya sms temen saya yang orangnya persis Vampire!”

“Oo…”

(—————————————————–)

Biarkan sangkar burung terikat lengket di antara cabang pohon. Karena di situ hidup damai anak anak burung yang masih belum bisa terbang mencari makan sendiri.

Ular berbisa di hutan pasti memetikan apabila menggigit kaki seorang manusia. Tetapi jika manusia itu adalah manusia yang “ahli dan mengerti” maka ular berbisa-pun tidak dapat mematikannya apalagi menggigit.

Lebih mudah menghadapi “singa” di jalanan. Daripada menghadapi singa di hutan.

Inti dari semua imajinasi kata di atas adalah : hati-hati. Hati-hati bukan berarti gampang mencurigai, tetapi lebih condong ke sifat rasa nurani. Hati-hati mempunyai kata dasar Hati. Sedangkan hati adalah organ yang terpenting dalam diri manusia yang kadangkala diisi dengan siraman rohani atau pengalaman “ilmu pasti”. “Ilmu pasti” adalah PASTI!

Makan bersama usai. Pak Pacul dan Annisa melanjutkan dengan acara mengaji. Pak Pacul menjelaskan kalau di rumah itu tiap hari kamis malam selalu mengadakan pengajian. Tidak pengajian ramai-ramai, namun hanya mereka berdua. Merasa bisa mengaji sedikit, akhirnya Si Gundul ikut berwudlu dan membuka acara pengajian sederhana itu dengan satu ayat. Ayat pada halaman pertama kitab suci Islam.

“Alhamdullilah….!!!” Pak Pacul Dan Annisa berseru bersama.

“Ada apa Pak……?!! Ono opo toh Mbak….?!! Koq bareng Alhamdullilah?!” ucap Si Gundul.

“Bisa mengaji. Kenapa tadi bau minuman keras waktu bertemu Saya?!” jawab Pak Pacul.

“Benarkah Abah…?!! Mas suka mabuk…?!!” Annisa sedikit kaget ekspresinya.

“Lhoooooooo……?!! Anda Tanya Saya…?!!” jawab Si Gundul.

“Enggak! Kita nanya sama setan!” Annisa (tumben) agak sinis tap agak senyum.

“Wow…! Kalau begitu Anda nanya pada setan yang tepat. Hwikikik…! Si Gundul cekikian.

“Benar kata Abah Mas…?!”

“Yoooooo’ii…”

“Dasar………!”

(…..Tuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnngggggggg……..Tuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing…………………)

“Eh…sebentar ya hape saya bunyi.” Annisa terburu-buru pergi mengambil hape di kamarnya.

“Assalamualaikum….”. sapa pembuka Annisa.

“Hey Niss. Umi sudah pulang…?!”.

“Belum Kak. Sebentar lagi. Mungkin setengah jam lagi. Katanya masih ada rapat.”

“O..ya..sudah Niss, nanti Kakak saja yang jemput!”

“Iyahh Kak. Jangan lupa bawa makanan, ada tamu di rumah”.

“Ehh..siapa Niss…???! Pacar Punk Kamu ya..??! hayooo…?!!”

“Pacar siapa Kak..?!! enak aja! Bukan dia, tapi ada orang gila, hehehe, jadi tamunya Abah.”

“Hahh…yang bener aja lu Niss. Masa Abah punya temen gitu…”.

“Tau tuh Abah. Kakak langsung dari Jakarta terus Kesini nich critanya? Dah nyampei mana Kak?!”.

“Kaliurang. Iyahh. Kangen ma semua. Kok jadi penasaran juga sama tamu Abah..?”

“Makanya kesini. Jangan buru-buru, dia gak punya rumah koq. Mo nginap di sini katanya”.

“Wahh..Asyik nech. Cowok pa Cewek..??!”

“Wahh..Kakak ini. Masa tamu Abah Cewek..?!”

“Hahay…! Iya juga yahh! Ya udah salam ja ke dia. Salam Metal”.

“Emang. Cocok sama Kakak orangnya sama! Gila!”

“Hahaha..! ya udah Kakak udahan dulu nelpon.’

“Tar Kak…,Abah mau ngomong.”

“Okeh!”

“Hehh!! Ande-ande lumut ku yang lumutan, gak kawin-kawin! Kalau pulang jangan bawa makanan melulu! Sekali-kali, Abah ini dibawain oleh-oleh Gadis Idaman Mu Le…!”

“Nahh..Abah. kali ini kesempatan saya bisa ngenalkan dia Bah. Bener saya bawa oleh-oleh Istimewa buat Abah!’.

“Alhamdulillah……! Terharu Abah mu ini Le…! Mau nangis tapi gak bisa. Soalnya Abah kan laki-laki!”

“Ahh…Abah ini, orang saya lagi serius, Abah Malah bercanda!”

“Hehehehe…! Oiya..Le. adik mu yang di Bandung katanya gak bisa ikut kamu ke sini ya?”

“Iyahh Bah. Kemarin udah nelpon. Ada acara penting kata dia. Makin sombong amat tuh anak!”

“Bukannya sombong le. Emang dia ada keperluan penting. Istrinya kan Hamil tua toh”.

“Iyahh sich Bah. Lagian dah punya 7 putra dan 7 putri, masih aja “perang 45”. Hihiii”.

“Lha kamu kapan “perang 45” Le…?!”

“Yahh nanti bis nikah Bah. Lihat dulu calonnya. Barangkali Abah sama Umi gak setuju”.

“Lhoooo…piye toh! Kan yang kawin kamu. Kok Abah sama Umi ikut milih??”

“Yahh bukan gitu Bah. Entar aja dach Bah Saya critanya yahh. Lebih enak”.

“Yo wis. Ati-ati on the way sama mbak titi dj”.

“Okeh..!”

“Tuut..tuut..tuut…tuut..tuut” telepon tertutup tanpa salam.

*…bersambung….

Dec
14

May
03

balada sejuta wajah – god bless

glücklichen Tag der Arbeit 1 May 2010.

weiter arbeiten

und

tun eine Menge Schulden an Kredithaie.

Peace.. Peace.. and always Peace…

Stay focused when conflicts occur
Fixed advance!
Do not worry “who’s right ,
“who’s wrong ,
“who’s win ,
“who’s loser,
Leave all the this “garbage” ,
keep moving forward ,Do not allow of this “garbage heap” prop your trip.

Mar
11

Supersemar
The Supersemar, the Indonesian abbreviation for Surat Perintah Sebelas Maret (Order of March the Eleventh) was a document ostensibly signed by the Indonesian President Sukarno on March 11, 1966, giving the Army commander Lt. Gen. Suharto authority to take whatever measures he “deemed necessary” to restore order to the chaotic situation during the Indonesian killings of 1965–66.
In effect, the Supersemar came to be a transfer of executive power from Sukarno to Suharto.

The document
On September 30, 1965, a group calling itself the 30 September Movement killed six senior Army generals, seized control of the center of Jakarta and issued a number of decrees over Republic of Indonesia Radio. Suharto and his allies defeated the movement, but Sukarno was fatally weakened. The Army accused its long standing rival, the Indonesian Communist Party (PKI), of being behind the “coup attempt” and an anti-Communist purge ensued. Over the next few months, Suharto and the army seized the initiative, and during a cabinet meeting (which Suharto did not attend), troops without insignia surrounded the presidential palace where the meeting was being held. Sukarno was advised to leave the meeting, and did so, flying to the presidential palace in Bogor, 60 km south of Jakarta, by helicopter. Later that afternoon, three Army generals, Maj. Gen. Basuki Rahmat, Minister for Veteran Affairs, Brig. Gen. M Jusuf, Minister for Basic Industry and Brig. Gen. Amirmachmud, Commander of the V/Jaya Jakarta Military Area Command, visited Sukarno and came away with the signed Supersemar, which they then presented to Suharto. The next day, Suharto used the powers thus conferred on him to ban the PKI, and on March 18, fifteen Sukarno loyalist ministers were arrested. Suharto changed the composition of the Provisional People’s Consultative Assembly (MPRS), and in March 1967 it voted to strip Sukarno of his powers and appointed Suharto acting president. In 1968, the MPRS removed the word ‘acting’, and Suharto remained in power until toppled by the Indonesian Revolution of 1998[1].

Controversy
The Supersemar itself is a simple document of less than 200 words. It reads as follows:

PRESIDENT OF THE REPUBLIC OF INDONESIA
ORDER
I. Considering
1.1 The current state of the Revolution, together with the national and international political situation
1.2 The Order of the Day of the Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces/President/Supreme Commander of the Revolution dated 8 March 1966

II. Taking into account
2.1 The need for calm and stability of the Government and the progress of the Revolution
2.2 The need for a guarantee of integrity of the Great Leader of the Revolution, [the Armed Forces] and the People to preserve the leadership and obligations of the President/Supreme Commander/Supreme Commander of the Revolution and his teachings

III. Decides/Orders
LIEUTENANT GENERAL SOEHARTO, MINISTER/ARMY COMMANDER
To: In the name of the President/Supreme Commander/Great Leader of the Revolution
1. Take all measures deemed necessary to guarantee security and calm as well as the stability of the progress of the Revolution, as well as to guarantee the personal safety and authority of the leadership of the President/Supreme Commander/Great Leader of the Revolution/holder of the Mandate of the [Provisional People’s Consultative Assembly] for the sake of the integrity of the Nation and State of the Republic of Indonesia, and to resolutely implement all the teachings of the Great leader of the Revolution.
2. Coordinate the execution of orders with the commanders of the other forces to the best of his ability.
3. Report all actions related to duties and responsibilities as stated above.

IV. Ends

Djakarta, 11 March 1966

PRESIDENT/SUPREME COMMANDER/GREAT LEADER OF THE REVOLUTION/HOLDER OF THE MANDATE OF THE [PROVISIONAL PEOPLE’S CONSULTATIVE ASSEMBLY]

[signed]

SUKARNO[2]

The circumstances surrounding the signing of the Supersemar

Indonesians usually end documents with the place the document was signed and the date. Given that the Supersemar was supposedly signed in Bogor, it is odd that the Supersemar is signed “Djakarta”. In his account of the events of March 1966, Hanafi, a close friend of Sukarno and ambassador to Cuba says that he went to Bogor on March 12 and met with Sukarno. He says that Sukarno told him Suharto had sent three generals with a document they had already prepared for him to sign. He says that Sukarno felt he had to sign it because he was in a tight spot, but that the generals had promised to defend Sukarno and that the order would not be misused.[3] However, Martoidjojo, the commander of the presidential bodyguard, who went with Sukarno in the helicopter to Bogor, says that the Supersemar was typed in Bogor by Sukarno’s adjutant and military secretary, Brig. Gen. Mochammed Sabur.[4] Djamaluddin corroborates this.[5]

The wording of the Supersemar itself could be read as a threat, namely the section reading “to guarantee the personal safety and authority of the leadership of Sukarno. However, in 1998, accusations appeared [6] of an even more direct threat, namely that two members of the presidential guard had seen Gen. M. Jusuf and Gen M. Panggabean, second assistant to the Army minister, pointing their pistols at Sukarno. M. Jusuf and others have denied this, and that Panggabean was even present. They called into doubt the credibility of key parts of the accusations, and said it was impossible for the two men to be so close to the president at the time.

The disappearance of the original

One of the most obvious oddities regarding the Supersemar is that the original document can no longer be traced. Although Indonesia was in a fairly chaotic state at the time, it is surprising that more care was not taken to preserve a document that school history books cite as the legitimization of Suharto’s ensuing actions. After all, the original document of the Indonesian Declaration of Independence is still preserved.

the existence of multiple versions
One of the publications to appear since the fall of Suharto alleges that there were several versions of the Supersemar (Center for Information Analysis 1999). Even before the fall of Suharto, an official publication commemorating 30 years of Indonesian independence reproduced one version of Supersemar, while an officially sanctioned high school history textbook featured a different version. [2][7]

There are a number of differences between the various versions of the Supersemar:

* In two versions, there is a missing plural marker after the word “force” (Angkatan) in section III, paragraph 2
* In the same two versions, there is an extra definite article marker after the word “responsibilities” (tanggung-djawab”) in section III paragraph 3
* One version runs to two pages, whereas the other versions are all on the one page.
* Sukarno’s signature in one version lacks the dot-and-horizontal-line after the word “Soekarno”.
* There are also minor differences in the proximity and shapes of the letters. [8]

The Order of March 13
According to Hanafi, in his discussions with Sukarno at the Bogor Palace on March 12, Sukarno was angry that the Supersemar had been used to ban the PKI, as it was the prerogative of the president to ban political parties. He said he had asked Third Deputy Prime Minister Johannes Leimena to take a written order to Suharto, and that he would wait to see what Suharto’s reaction was – whether he would obey it or not. He asked Hanafi to help Third Deputy Prime Minister Chaerul Saleh and First Deputy Prime Minister Subandrio The two men showed Hanafi the “Order of March 13”, which stated that the Order of March 11 was technical and administrative in nature, not political, warned General Suharto that he was not to take any actions outside the scope of the order and asked Suharto to report to the president at the palace. Saleh planned to make copies of the order and distribute them to loyal members of the palace guard and to Sukarno’s young followers. Hanafi says 5,000 copies were made, and that he took a few back to Jakarta with him, but he does not know what happened to the others.[3]
In the official biography of Suharto, also say that Sukarno questioned Suharto’s use of the Supersemar and sent Leimena to ask Suharto to take responsibility for his actions.[9] Saelan, deputy commander of the presidential guard says Suharto ignored the order[10], and Hanafi says that Suharto sent a message back via Leimena, who returned to Bogor later that evening, saying he would take responsibility for his actions, and that he was unable to come to Bogor as he was due to attend a meeting of all the military commanders at 11am the following day, to which he invited Sukarno. Incidentally, Hanafi is ambiguous as to the dates in his account, as he says he was in Bogor on March 12, but the “correction” to the Supersemar was known as the Order of March 13.[3]

(wikipedia)

Mar
09

Long, long ago there was a tsar who had three sons. One day, when his sons were grown to manhood, the Tsar called them to him and said;

“My dear sons, while yet I am not old I should like to see you married and to rejoice in the sight of your children and my grandchildren.”

And the sons replied:

“If that is your wish, Father, then give is your blessing. Who would you like us to marry?”

“Now then, my sons, you must each of you take an arrow and go out into the open field. You must shoot the arrows, and wherever they fall, there will you find your destined bridges.”

The sons bowed to their father, and each of them taking an arrow, went out into the open field. There they drew their bows and let fly their arrows.

The eldest son’s arrow fell in boyar’s courtyard and was picked up by the by the boyar’s daughter. The middle son’s arrow fell in a rich merchant’s yard and was picked up by the merchant’s daughter. And as for the youngest son, Tsarevich Ivan, his arrows shot up and flew away he knew not where. He a masrh, and what did he see sitting there but a frog with the arrows in its mouth.

Said Tsarevich Ivan to the Frog:

“Frog, Frog, give me back my arrow.”

But the Frog replied:

“I will if you marry me!”

“What do you mean, how can I marry a frog!”

“You must, for I am destined bride.”

Tsarevich Ivan felt sad and crestfallen. But there but there was nothing to be done, and he picked up the a Frog and carried it home. And the Tsar celebrate three weddings: his eldest son he married to the boyar’s daughter, his middle son-to the merchant’s daughter, and poor Tsarevnia Ivan-to the Frog.

Some little time passed, and the Tsar called his sons to his side.

“I want to see which of wives is the better needlewoman,” said he. “Let them each make me a shirt by tomorrow morning.”

The sons bowed to their father and left him.

Tsarevnia Ivan came home, sat down and hung his head. And the Frog hopped over the floor and up to him and asked:

“Why do you hang your head, Tsarevnia Ivan? What is iot that troubles you?”

“Father bids you make him a shirt by tomorrow morning.”

Said the Frog:

“Do not grieve, Tsarevich Ivan, but go to bed, for morning is wiser than evening.”

Tsarevich Ivan went to bed, and the Frog hoped out on to the porch, cast off its frog skin and turned into Vasilisa the Wise and Clever, a malden fair beyond compare.

She clapped her hands and cried:

“Come, my women and malds, make haste and set to work! Make me a shirt by tomorrow morning, like those my own father used to wear.”

In the morning Tsarevich Ivan awoke, and there was the Frog hopping on the floor again, but the shirt and he went with it to his father who was busy receiving his two went with is to his father who was busy receiving his two elder son’s gift. The eldest son laid out his shirt, and the Tsar took it and said:

“This shirt will only do for a poor peasant to wear.”

The middle son laid out his shirt, and the Tsar said:

“ This shirt will only do to go the baths in.”

The Tsarevich Ivan laid out his shirt, all beautifully embroidered in gold and silver, and the Tsar took one look at it and said:

“Now that is a shirt to wear on holidays!”

The two elder brothers went home and they spoke among themselves and said:

“It seems we were wrong to laught at Tsarevich Ivan’s wife. She is no frog, but a witch.”

Now the Tsar again called his sons.

“Let your wives bake me some bnread by tomorrow morning.” He said. “I want to know which of them is the best cook.”

Tsarevich Ivan hung his head and went home. And the Frog asked him:

“Why are you so sad, Tsarevich Iavn?”

Said Tsarevich Ivan:

“Do not to bake some bread for my father by tomorrow morning.”

“Do not grieve, Tsarevich Ivan, but go to bed. Morning is wiser than evening.”

And her two sister-in-law, who had laughed at the Frog at first, now sent an old woman who worked in the kitchen to see how she baked her bread.

But the Frog was sly and guessed what they were up to. She kneaded some dough, broke off the top the stove and threw the dough down the hole. The old woman ran to the two sisters-in-law and told them all abouit it, and they did as the Frog had done.

And the Frog hopped out on to the porch, turned into Vasilisa the Wise and Clever clapped her hands.

“ Come, my women and malds, make hast and set to work!” cried she. “By tomorrow morning bake me some soft white bread, the kind I used to eat my own father’s house.”

In the morning Tsarevich Ivan woke up, and there was the bread all ready, lying on the table and prettily decorated with all manner of things: stamped figures on the sides and towns with walls and gates on the top.

Tsarevich Ivan was overjoyed. He wrapped up the bread in a towel and tookj it to his father who was just receiving the loaves his elder sons had brought. Their wives had dropped the dough into the slove as the old woman had told them to do, and the loaves came out charred and lumpy.

The Tsar took the bread from the bread from his eldest son, he looked at it and he sent it to the servant’s hall. He took the bread from his middle son, and he did the same with it. But when Tsarevich Ivan handed him his bread, the Tsar said:

“Now that is bread to be eaten only on holidays!”

And the Tsar bade his three sons come and feast with him on the morrow together with their wives.

Once again Tsarevich Ivan came home sad and sorrowful, and he hung his head very low. And the Frog hopped over the floor and up to him and said:

“Croak, croak, why are you sad, Tsarevich Ivan? Is it that your father has grieved you bu an unkind word?”

“Oh, Frog, Frog!” cried Tsarevich Ivan. “How can I help being sad? The Tsar has ordered me to bring you to his feast, and how can I show you to people!”

Said the Frog in reply:

“Do not grieved, Tsarevich Ivan, but go to the feast alone, and I will follow later. When you hear a great tramping and thundering, do not be afraid, but if they ask you what it is, say: “That is my Frog riding in her box.”

“So Tsarevich Ivan went to the feast alone, and his eider brothers came with their wives who were all dressed up in their finest clothes and had their brows blackened and roses painted on their cheeks. They stod there, and they made fun Tsarevich Ivan.

“Why have you come without your wife?” asked they. “You could have brought her in handkerchief. Wherever did you find such a beauty? You must have searched all the swamps for her.”

Now the Tsar with his sons and his daughters-in-law and all the guest sat down to feastat the oaken tables covered with embroidered clothes. Suddenly there came a great tramping and thundering, and the whole palace shook and trembled. The guests were frightened and jumped up from their seats. But Tsarevich Ivan said:

“Do not fear, honest folk. That is only my Frog riding in the box.”

And there dashed up to the porch of the Tsar’s palace a gilded carriage drawn by six horses, and out of it stopped Vasilisa the with stars, and on her head she wore the gright crescent moon, and so beautiful was she that it cannot be pictured and cannot be told, but was a true wonder and joy behold! She took Tsarevich Ivan by the hand and led him to the oaken tables covered with embroidered cloths.

The guests began eating and drinking and making merry. Vasilisa the Wise and Clever drank from her glass and poured the dregs into her left sleeve.

And the wives of the older sons saw what she did and they did the same. They ate and drank and then the time came to dance. Vasillas the Wise and Clever caught Tsarevich Ivan by the hand and began to dance. She danced and she whirled and she circled round and round, and everyone watched and marveled. She waved her left sleeve, and a lake appeared; she waved her right sleeve, and white swans began to swim upon the lake. The Tsar and his guest were filled with wonder.

Then the wives of the two elder sons dancing. They waved their left sleeves, and only splashed mead over the guest; they waved their right sleeves, and bones flew about on all sides, and one bone hit the Tsar in the eye. And the Tsar was very angry and drove out both his daughters-in-law.

In the meantime, Tsarevich Ivan slipped out, ran home, and finding the frog skin, threw it in the stove and burn it.

Now Vasilisa the Wise and Clever came home, and she at once saw that her frog skin was gone. She sat down on a bench, very sad and sorrowful, and she said to Tsarevich Ivan;

“Ah, Tsarevich Ivan, what have you done! Had you but waited just three more days, I would have been yours forever. But now farewell. Seek me beyond the Thrice-Nine-Lands int the Thrice-Ten Tsardom where lives Koschei the Deathless.”

And Vasilisa the Wise and Clever turned into a grey cuckoo-bird and flew out of the window. Tsarevic Ivan cried and wept for a long time and then he bowed in four directions and went off he knew not where he walked a distance short or long, for a time that was short or long no one knows, but his boots were worn, his caftan frayed and torn, and his cap battered by the rain. After a while he met a little old man who was as old can be.

“Good morrow, good youth!” quoth he. “What do you seek and whiter are you bound?”

Tsarevich Ivan told him of his trouble, and the little old man who was as old as old can be, said:

“Ah, Tsarevich Ivan, why did you burn the frog skin? It was not yours to wear or to do away with. Vasilisa the Wise and Clever was born wiser and cleverer than her father, and this so angered him that he turned her into a frog for three years. Ah, well, it can’t be helped now. Here is a ball of thread for you. Follow it without fear wherever it rolled. In an open field he met a bear. Tsarevich Ivan took aim and was about to kill it, but the bear spoke up in a human voice and said:

“Do not kill me, Tsarevich Ivan, who knows but you may have need of me some day.”

And Tsarevich Ivan spared the drake and went on. Just then a hare came running. Tsarevich Ivan took aim quickly and was about to shoot it, but the hare said, in a human voice;

“D not kill me, Tsarevich Ivan, who knows but you may have need of me some day!”

And Tsarevich Ivan spared the hare and went farther. He came to the blue sea and he saw a pike lying on the sandy shore and gasping for breath.

“Take pity on me, Tsarevich Ivan,” said the pike. “Throw me back into the blue sea!”

So Tsarevich Ivan threw the pike into the sea and walked on along the shore. Whether a long time passed by or a short time no one knows, but by and by the ball of thread rolled up to a forest, and there in the forest stood a little huty on chicken’s feet, spinning round and round.

“Little hut, little hut, stand as once you stood, with your face to me and your back to the wood,” said Tsarevich Ivan.

The hut turned its faced to him and its back to the forest, and ledge, lay Baba-Yaga the Witch with the Switch, in a pose she liked best, her cooked nose to the ceiling pressed.

“What brings you here, good youth?” asked Baba-Yga. “Is there aught you come to seek? Come, good youth. I pray you, speak!”

Said Tsarevich Ivan:

“First give me food and drink, you old hag, and steam me in the bath, and then ask your questions.”

So Baba-Yaga steamed him in the bath, gave him food and drink and put him to bed, and then Tsaevich Ivan told her that he was seeking his wife, Vasilisa the Wise and Clever.

“I know where where she is,” said Baba-Yaga. “Koschei the Deathless has her in his power. It will be hard getting her back, for it is not easy to get the better of Koschei. His death is at the point of neddle, the neddle is in an egg, the egg in a duck, the duck, the duck in a hare, the hare in a stone chest and the chest at the top of a tall oak-tree which Koschei the Deathless guards as the apple of his own eye.”

Tsarevich Ivan spent the night in Baba-Yaga’s hut, and in the morning she told him where the tall oak-tree was to be found. Wheather he was long on the way or not no one knows, but by and by he come to the tall oak-tree. It stood there and it rustled and swayed, and the stone chest was at the top of it and very hard to reach.

All of a sudden, lo and behold! The bear came running and it pulled out the oak-tree, roots and all. Down fell the chest, and it broke open. Out of the chest bounded a hare and away it tore as fast as it could. But another hare appeared and gave it chase. It caught up the first hare and tore it to bits. Out of the hare flew a duck, and it soared up to the very sky. But in a trice the drake was upon it and it struck the duck so hard that it dropped the egg, and down the egg fell into the blue sea.

At this Tsarevich Ivan began weeping bitter tears, for how could be find the egg in the sea! But all at once the pike came swimming to the shore with the egg in its mouth. Tsarevich Ivan cracked the egg, took out the needle and began trying to break off the point. The more he bent it, the more Koschei the Deathless writhed and twisted. But all in vain. For Tsarevich Ivan broke off the point of the neddle, and Koschei fell down dead.

Ttsarevich Ivan then went to Koschei’s palace of while stone. And Vasilisa the Wise and Clever ran out him and kissed him on his honey-sweet mouth. And Tsarevich Ivan and Vasilisa the Wise and Clever went back to their own home and lived together long and happily till they were quite, quite old.

Mar
04

Soekarno menuduh Inggris yang membantu Belanda Dr Soekarno, Presiden Pemerintah Indonesia yang tidak diakui, dalam sebuah surat kepada Jenderal Sir Philip Chirtison, telah memperingatkan Inggris bahwa jika mereka melanjutkan “kebijakan dihitung untuk memaksakan kembali kekuasaan Belanda atas Indonesia” hasil akhir akan menjadi “membasahi di Indonesia mandi darah “. “Sikap Anda jauh dari netral” kata Soekarno. “Ini jelas pro Belanda. Anda tidak bisa menghindari tanggung jawab untuk perang dengan pisau yang harus mau tidak mau dimulai lagi antara Indonesia dan Belanda. Anda sedang membuat semacam bentrokan dimungkinkan oleh arahan, melindungi, dan memelihara akhirnya Belanda karena tindakan melawan kita” . Soekarno lebih lanjut menuduh Inggris dengan perencanaan untuk menginstal Belanda berkuasa, meskipun sebagai salah satu dari Perserikatan Bangsa-Bangsa, “Belanda hanya memiliki wewenang untuk memberi pertolongan interniran dan mengumpulkan dan menyita Jepang di Indonesia. Sebuah peringatan juga diberikan bahwa “ini adalah di luar kekuasaan Republik untuk memastikan keselamatan dari 250.000 penduduk Belanda dan Eurasia di Indonesia. Pertumpahan darah yg tiada akhirnya lebih lanjut akan tercipta jika pasukan Belanda mendarat. Sementara itu pertempuran telah berhenti di Semarang, kota ketiga Jawa. Gurkha berada dalam kendali penuh kemarin, meskipun pedesaan pegunungan di luar kota masih berada di tangan Nasionalis. Pasukan Jepang harus ditarik sepenuhnya dari kota. Dari India Reuter melaporkan bahwa dukungan untuk orang Indonesia telah dicanangkan oleh Mr Nehru, Pemimpin Kongres India, dan Mr Jinnah, presiden dari All-India Muslim League.

The Glasgow Herald Tuesday, October 23, 1945

Mar
02

Morgen..

-7 – -3 °C

Es freut mich sehr angenehm..

But

Ich muss gehen..

To anfangen und vollenden …

Disini tidak ada Debu–>Yang ada Beku.
Disini ada Seni Jalanan–>Begitu juga Disana–>Tapi Disini Mereka sangat “diakui” oleh Penguasa.
Disini Patung Pahlawan “dijaga”–>tidak berbau pesing–>bahkan tidak tertutup gedung megah.

~FAM/150110~

Mar
02

An old soldier was once on his way home for his leave,he was tired ‘n hungry. He reached a village ‘n he rapped at the first hut.
“Let a traveller in for the night,”he said. The door was opened by an old woman. “Come in soldier,”she offered. “Have you a bite of food for a hungry man, good dame?”the soldier asked.
Now the old woman had plenty of everything,but she was stingy ‘n pretended to be very poor. “Ah,me,I’ve had nothing to eat myself today,dear heart,there is nothing in the house,”she wailed. “Well, if you’ve nothing, you’ve nothing,”the soldier said.
Then,noticing an axe without a handle under the bench: “If there’s nothing else,we could make porridge out of that axe.” The old woman raised both hands in astonishment. “Axe porridge? Who ever heard the like!”
“I’ll show you how to make it.Just give me a pot.” The old woman brought a pot,’n the soldier washed the axe, put it in the pot,’n filling the pot with water,placed it on the fire.
The old woman stared at the soldier,never taking her eyes off him.
The soldier got out a spoon ‘n stirred the water ‘n then tasted it.
“It will soon be ready,”he said. “A pity there’s no salt.” “Oh,I have salt.Here,take some.”
The soldier put some salt in the pot ‘n then tried the water again.
“If we could just add a handful of groats to it,”he said. The old woman brought a small bag of groats from the pantry.
“Here,add as much as you need,”she said. The soldier went on with his cooking,stirring the meal from time to time ‘n tasting it. ‘n the old woman watched,’n could not tear her eyes away.
“Oh,how tasty this porridge is!”the soldier said,trying a spoonful. “With a bite of butter there would be nothing more delicious.”
The old woman found some butter too,’n they buttered the porridge.
“Now get a spoon, good dame,’n let us eat!”the soldier said.
They began eating the porridge ‘n praising it.
“I never thought axe porridge could taste so good!”the old woman marvelled.
‘n the soldier ate, ‘n laughed up his sleeve.
~PVJ/JalakHarupatStadium/2

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