a horror happy family

Minggu, 25 oktober 2015

Assalamualaikum blodders,,

Gue mau ceritain tentang sesuatu yg msh tentang mimpi gue disaat gue tertidur semalam, sebenernya gue males banget buat nyeritain ini, tp bayang2 mimpi itu terus aja terngiang – ngiang di kepala gue. Mimpi gue kali ini horror banget, awalnya mimpi ini adalah sebuah cerita yg menarik karna bercerita tentang sebuah keluarga yg bahagia dengan 6 orang anak didalamnya. Dan anak pertamanya itu gue haha.

Namun di mimpi gue ini, gue terlahir sebagai anak dari keluarga yg gue udh lupa keluarga siapa, yg pasti keluarga bule gitu. Di mimpi ini ceritanya ibu kandung gue udh ga ada, dan bokap gue memiliki 2 orang istri kembar namun yg satunya memiliki sifat yg kurang baik, cemburuan, dan sedikit jahat. Nah kalo ibu tiri gue yg satunya itu orangnya baiiiiiiiiiiiikkkk banget sama gue dan adik2 gue.

Namun tiba – tiba ada suatu kejadian yang ngebuat istri bokap gue yg jahat itu tiba2 aja ngamuk dan memiliki segudang niat jahat. Dan pada akhirnya ibu tiri gue yg jahat itu pun mati mengenaskan. Dan akhirnya gue, kelima adek2 gue yg masih kecil2, bokap sama ibu tiri gue yg baik itu pun pindah rumah ke sebuah rumah yg eksotis banget gaya arsitekturnya. Rumah itu sangat besar dengan cat berwarna abu2. Rumah kami yg baru itu juga berpahatan kerajaan2 jawa kuno namun agak keeropaan gitu. Dan suasana di sekitar rumah baru gue itu agak nyeremin juga kek di film silent hill, trus udh gitu kek dipenuhi aura2 kegelapan gitu lah.

Lanjut ke kejadian setelah gue dan keluarga mimpi gue itu tinggal beberapa hari di rumah itu. Suasana damai menyelimuti keluarga yg damai ini, duh andai aja keluarga gue di dunia nyata kek gitu. Haha, gue ngeliat adek2 gue di mimpi itu kek ceria banget, yg gue inget gue punya 5 orang adik, 2 orang cowok dan 2 orang cewek oiya dan yg satunya lagi msh dalam kandungan ibu tiri gue yg baik itu. Yg cowk masih berumur sekitar 5 tahun gitulah, ada yg udh gede kek adik gue di dunia nyata juga, gue ga inget semua nama2 mereka.

Yg pasti adek gue yg cewek itu msh kecil2 gitu, yg satunya msh balita sekitar 8 bulan gitulah. Hari2 yg indah masih menghangati kami. Hingga disuatu sore, ibu tiri gue yg lg hamil sekitar 2 bulan lg ngegendong adek gue yg bungsu di teras rumah. Trus tiba2 aja ibu tiri gue itu kek kejang2 dikit trus diem lagi. bokap langsung nyuruh kita semua masuk, adek bungsu gue udh tidur di kamar nyokap bokap. Trus tiba2 arwah ibu tiri gue yg udh meninggal muncul sambil ngegedor2 pintu kamar nyokap sama bokap gue. Bokap langsung kunciin pintu kamar dari dalam. Di kamar Cuma ada gue, bokap, adek bungsu gue yg lg tidur, sama adek cowok gue yg satu. Adek cewek gue yg umur 3 tahun sama cowok yg umur 5 tahun sama ibu tiri gue yg msh hidup ga tau dimana.

Ibu tiri gue gue yg jahat terus aja maksain gedor2 pintu kamar. Bokap gue langsung lemparin kunci pintu yg satunya ke gue dan gue langsung ngumpetin ntu konci di bawah bantal tempat tidur bokap sama nyokap tiri gue. Gue langsung lari menuju jendela kamar yg msh kebuka dan berusaha ngkonciin jendela satu persatu takutnya arwah ibu tiri gue yg jahat itu masuk lewat jendela. Sumpah, kejadian mirip banget kek di film2 horror. Pas gue mau ngekonci jendela terakhir, tangan hantu ibu tiri gue yg jahat pun muncul di jendela dan berusaha buat masuk, gue langsung berusaha ngelawan ntu ibu tiri yg jahat. Kekuatannya kek kuat banget walaupun ntu orang udh mati.

Gue terus aja bilang ke diri gue sendiri di dlam hati kalo gue lebih kuat dari hantu ibu tiri gue itu, gue msh hidup. Gue inget waktu gue nontn film insidious 3, disaat adegan ellies ngelawan hantu yg terus aja ngejar2 dia buat ngebunuh ellies. Ellies langsung bilang ke hantu itu “I’m stronger than you because I’m still alive and you have died!” langsung aja hantu itu pun pergi. Gue praktekin aja apa yg dibilang ellies di film insidious 3. Sontak hantu ibu tiri jahat gue langsung ngilang.

Trus begonya lagi bokap gue ngebuka pintu kamar dan keluar gitu ajah, tiba2 hantu ibu tiri gue yg jahat langsung muncul dan berusaha masuk ke kamar dan kek pengen ngerebutin adek bungsu gue yg msh tidur. Bokap gue langsung tereakin gue buat konsiin pintu secepatnya. Sementara itu bokap gue ngelawan hantu ibu tiri gue yg jahat di luar kamar. Gue terus aja merinding ketakutan, adek2 gue juga ga kalah ketakkutan. Sementara ibu tiri gue yg baik msh ga tau keberaaannya. setelah beberapa menit, udh ga ada lagi suara2 di luar kamar. Gue langsung nngebuka pintu kamar perlahan – lahan. Bokap gue udah lemes banget, pucet kek abis digigit vampire gitu lah, gue langsung ngebantu bokap berdiri dan memapah bokap masuk ke kamar.

Beberapa hari kemudian, suasana kembali normal, ibu tiri gue yg baik juga ga ngilang lagi. gue juga bingung sebenernya. Pokoknya mimpi gue kali ini berasa kek nyata banget. Semuanya kek masuk akal gitulah, kek seakan – akan gue ada di sebuah film horror yg biasa gue tonton, seakan – akan gue lagi shooting film horror tapi ga ada kamera yg ngeshoot gue.

Oke lanjut ke ceritanya. Saat itu udh siang tapi suasana rumah gue yg gede berasrsitektur unik itu kek horror banget, kek ada aura2 negatif yg menyelimuti rumah itu. Gue jd inget film the Amityyville horror. Ceritanya gue baru aja pulang skolah dan lenjut menuju dapur. Di dapur ada ibu tiri gue yg baik lagi masak, tapi dia kek lagi ngeliatin wajan yg isinya minyak panas dengan tatapan kosong. Tiba2 ajah, minyak panas itu nyiprat2 muka ibu tiri gue yg baik itu ampe mukanya jadi melepuh tapi beliau ga ngerasa perih gitu. Gue langsung tereak2 manggil bokap gue. Gue juga nereakin nyokap tiri gue itu. “mamiiiii!!! Mamiiii!!! Awas, itu sakit mamiiii,,, muka mami melepuh mamiiii” gue tereak sekenceng2nya. Gue langsung keluar nyariin bokap gue yg lagi di taman ngerjain mobil.

Bokap gue langsung masukmenuju dapur. Gue ngikutin bokap gue dari belakang. Sesampainya di dapur, nyokap tiri gue udh normal kembali. Mukanya juga ga melepuh, malahan di juga nanya “kenapa? Apa yyg terjadi” gue diem ajah dan gue langsung mengerti saat itu juga, bahwa yang barusan nanya bokap gue itu bukan ibu tiri baik gue yg sebenernya. Gue bisa liat itu dari kondisi fisiknya. Ibu tiri gue yg baik selalu make baju yg sopan, terutama baju berlengan panjang, beliau juga ga pernah make kacamata. Sedangkan yg gue liat, ibu tiri baik gue yg palsu ini make bajunya agak terbuka di dada dan beliau make kacamata. Gue langsung memandangi bokap gue seakan – akan kita berdua mengerti apa yg terjadi.

Ya. Yang ada dihadapan gue sama bokap gue adalah hantu ibu tiri gue yg jahat yg berusaha ngehancuran keluarga gue. Gue langsung pura2 mau maen diluar sama adek2 gue. Gue langsung nyariim mereka satu2 dan ngegendong adek bungsu gue yg mash tertidur keluar rumah tanpa sepengetahuan ibu tiri gue yg jahat yg lagi nyamar itu. Gue juga manggilin adek2 gue yg cowok buat masuk ke dalam mobil bokap gue dan sembunyi. Alhamdulillahnya mereka semua nurut2 aja apa yg gue suruh. “kita mau kemana kak?” adek gue yg cewek yg berumur 3 tahun nanyain gue. Ya gue jawab aja “kalian sembunyi disini sambil nungguin daddy, trus kita bakalan ke tempat yg aman, oke” kata gue sambil menatap mereka satu persatu. “ke tempat yg aman? Emangnya mama tiri jahat dateng lagi ya kak?” Tanya adek gue yg satunya lagi. “iya dek,” ga berapa lama, gue denger suara teriakan dari dalam rumah, itu pasti suara hantu ibu tiri gue jhat yg ga percaya kalo dia udh ditipu. Bokap gue langsung keluar dari dalam rumah dan berlari menuju mobil dan langsung ngegas dan kita pun keluar dan pindah ke tempat yg lebih aman. “daddy, trus mami gimana?” Tanya gue ke bokap gue yg lg nyetir. “nanti daddy balik lagi buat nyariin mami kalian oke, yg penting skarang kalian aman dulu” jawab bokap gue dan mimpi gue pun berakhir disitu.

IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! 

Rudyard Kipling

The Story of An Hour by Kate Chopin

The Story of An Hour

by Kate Chopin

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Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.

It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.

She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.

There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.

She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.

There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.

She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.

She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.

There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.

Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under the breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.

She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.

There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination.

And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!

"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.

Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven's sake open the door."

"Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window.

Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.

She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.

Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.

When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of the joy that kills.

a letter to my future husband

Assalamualaikum Warohmatullahi Wabarakatuh,,

                My future husband, gimana kabarmu? Aku harap kamu baik – baik aja, karna aku juga baik – baik aja. Let me call you myFulan. Haha myFulan, kapan kamu akan datang melamarku? Aku ingin segera menyempurnakan agamaku seperti yang dianjurkan oleh Rasulullah SAW. Aku tak mencari kekayaan materi, aku hanya ingin agar kita dapat bercengkerama di surgaNya nanti insyaAllah. Aku ingin sekali menngenal dirimu lebih dalam lagi, tapi nanti ya kalo kita udah diikat dengan ijab qabul yang kamu sampaikan sambil menjabat tangan ayahku.

                Oya, skarang aku memang masih 17 tahun. Tapi percayalah, mindset ku ini mungkin udah kayak orang 25 tahun hahaha. Aku memiliki segudang impian yang besar, salah satunya adalah menikah denganmu sebelum usiaku menginjak 20 tahun. Aku pernah membaca buku karya Ahmad Rif’ai Rif’an yang judulnya “the perfect Muslimah” kalo menikah muda pasti mendatangkan rezeki dan yang pastinya lagi hidup kita akan tambah berkah. Padahal di umur segitu aku belum lulus kuliah tapi aku sangat yakin untuk menikah muda, bukan karna dorongan sex atau apapun, tapi ya karna aku hanya ingin menikah muda agar kelak ketika usiaku menginjak 40 tahun, aku sudah mengendong cucuku. Aku ingin sekali bercengkerama dengan cucu-cucuku menceritakan masa mudaku yang berkelok – kelok, bila perlu aku juga ingin bercanda ria dengan cicit – cicit ku, hahaha dewasa skali ya pemikiran dan impianku ini myFulan :D

                Ya Allah, aku belum menceritakan tentang diriku ya? Baiklah akan kuceritakan a little bit tentang diriku, selebihnya tanyakan saja pada teman – temanku ya. Nama lengkapku sebenarnya adalah Haidar Apriliawaty Hamisi. Hmmmmm, nama yang menurutku unik, haha karna “haidar” adalah nama laki – laki yang artinya dalam bahasa arab berarti Singa atau pemberani. Well,, aku rasa ayahku menamaiku haidar mungkin karna ia menginginkan aku untuk menjadi anak yang pemberani kali yah aha. Orang – orang yang mengenaliku biasa memanggilku Avi, ada yang Vivi, ada yang ovovivipar lah, pokoknya nama panggilanku bermacam – macam jenisnya.

                Aku lahir di rumah sakit Kudamati Ambon pada hari sabtu, 18 april 1998. Sekitar 1 minggu sebelum adanya peristiwa kerusuhan 1998 di Ambon yang cukup memakan banyak jiwa itu. Dari umurku 3 tahun sampai skarang, aku tinggal bersama nenekku karna ceritanya panjaang,, nanti aja ya pas kita udah ketemu baru deh aku ceritain selengkapnya tentang filosofiku. Aku sangat suka menghilang disuatu tempat haha, jadi kalau aku sudah tersesat di sebuah kota, I will be very happy haha,, kenapa? Karna aku sangat mencintai petualangan.

                Aku juga sangat suka hal – hal yang berbau teknologi, seperti computer. Notebookku misalnya sudah seperti dunia kecil bagiku. Sebenarnya aku ingin sekali menjadi seorang hacker hahahaha tapi Allah tak mengizinkan itu. Aku juga sangat suka tertawa, tapi aku sangat tidak suka yang namanya menunggu alias suka tak sabar akan sesuatu. Jadi aku harap kamu bisa bantu aku mengubah sifat burukku itu ya.

                Okeh, mungkin itu aja yang bisa aku ceritain tentang diriku untukmu myFulan. Jika ingin mengetahui lebih banyak tentangku, maka berdoalah pada Allah agar Allah segera mempertemukan kita amin. So,, don’t forget to pinangkanlah aku dengan bismillah ahahahahahahahahaha.

Wassalamualaikum Warohmatullahi Wabarakatuh

Your future lovely zauzati J

Tambahan : I’m a funny girl, so you will not be getting boring when you speak with me because I’m a talkative person J