Hola 2015!

happy new year 2015

I guess I’m so over “losing weight & go to the gym” kind of new year resolution. On the second thought, I put such thing on the list anyway, HA.

Well, as what I wrote, last year my focus and energy was mostly withdrawn by the wedding preparation and setting a new life. However, on the last quarter of the year, things were kinda back to normal and I spent a lot of time doing things I like; reading, drawing, writing, going on a solo trip and taking pictures.

This year, I hope I can manage my time better so I can do more things outside office hours. I challenge myself to finish 20 books this year, be more responsible for byputy, write more and longer fictions, and guess what, learn a new language as an autodidact (Spanish, it is!)

I guess I would be also busy (and broke) for moving into new house, Insya Allah.

And the cliches: living healthier life, more jogging and running, and being a better person.

Now, let’s move move move! :D




Short Story: Samskeyti / The Week That Plane Went Missing


Aida stared at the screen of her phone, unblinking until it dimmed due to inactivity. Her mind went blank yet jammed at the same time and stayed that way for the next couples of minutes. The breaking news on Twitter just told her that a plane flying to Singapore lost. A plane with flight code on Rudolf’s text that she suspected got multiple recipients; herself, his company chauffeur, and his wife.

She didn’t know what to do, the news was unclear and unconfirmed. Based on an article she read on the internet, the probability of surviving a flight is 99.9999815%, much higher than surviving an affair in marriage. As she scrolled down the timeline, some people mentioned about praying. How long has she stopped praying? Should she start again?

She decided not to get her mind stuck thinking about the praying option and used her cell phone to call the airline, hoping to gain some information. The operator refused to tell anything about it and suggested to pray while waiting for the official statement. Pray. She remembered how she wanted to be a journalist during elementary school then how most of her dreams stopped growing and faded away as soon as she got into university.

One of those dreams was being happily married.


Aida met Rudolf during a business trip. Rudolf was always into indie music, unpolished gemstone as he described, and during the break time of meetings or conferences he would browse around local record stores. He appreciated music by having legal copies of everything. He bought CDs, purchased files in iTunes store or mailed the musician every time he copied mp3s from his friends and colleagues for free. He would say hello then write anything positive about the music; how it reminded him of his favorite butter croissant or his last days of high school. If it was dark he would spill a bit of his childhood dream of being an astronaut and sucked into the black hole. He would close the mail by asking whether the musician minded him keeping the files. If there was nothing good to write about the music, he would simply delete it. If the musician wrote back and told him that he couldn’t have it, he would also delete it.

Nobody ever wrote back and told him they minded. There were only 2 kinds of response: 1) those who say that it was so nice of Rudolf to tell them and 2) simply nothing.

Aida handled a small corner in a major record shop. Her booth consisted of limited indie CDs and old rare vinyl collection. At night, she worked as a ghostwriter or trashy clickbaits. When Rudolf came on a Thursday just before the shop closing time, still with his formal shirt, rolled up sleeves, and a bottle of half empty mineral water on his hand, she felt an urge in her stomach to impress him. She told him that they were closing as he started looking through a stack of discounted vinyl. “Come back tomorrow,” she said. He explained that his schedule was tight as he was only a couple of flight schedules away from home. She then gave Rudolf her copy of a new indie jazz singer from the ‘Now Playing’ box, “My personal local recommendation,” she said and wrote down the address of her weblog. “Just come here the next time you visit,” she added.

The following afternoon, Rudolf came again, earlier and handed back the CD. “I don’t like it,” he said with intonation that was hard to define. Aida felt surprised and offended so she just took back the CD, said a simple, “Oh, okay.” She looked away. “But I visited your blog. It reminded me of the only party I ever enjoyed because I enjoyed the setlist. You know, real good thing you rate during sober.” He told her resumed browsing from the last rack he dug out the day before and said nothing more.

They went for coffee nearby after the store closed. Rudolf brought along a paper bag with two CDs from an indie rock band inside; another recommendation from Aida of which she let him to preview first, no wanting to feel rejected for the second time. “I rescheduled my flight. I felt that if I spent more time in your section of the shop, I would find something.” He stopped for some seconds, stealing a glance on her, “Which I did,” he went on.

“Do you return every gift that you don’t like?” Aida asked, trying hard to keep her sound cool as she sipped on her Americano, burning her tongue. She usually ordered something sweet and creamy but she assumed that Rudolf would underestimate her, which was simply the last thing she wished for now.

“Well, I don’t keep things I’m not using, or music I’m not listening.” He said while holding his mug with both hands, as if transferring some exact amount of heat from the coffee. “Actually,” he continued, “I’m not a type who returns presents, but I simply would like to return.”

He raised his mug and took a sip. That moment Aida recognized a wedding band on his left ring finger. She then smirked and said, “Hey, Rudolf, you know what? You remind me of my favorite pornstar.”

“Wow. What is that supposed to mean?” Rudolf replied and laughed.

“What do you feel after I told you so?” Aida winked and continued, “That was what I felt when you told me you rescheduled your flight to return the CD I recommended just because you didn’t like it.”


It had been almost a year since the first time she met him. He had been coming regularly on recurring business meetings. He always came to the record store, then they would go to the café after the closing time, or walked through the nearby park as if they were in Before Sunset movie. Sometimes they stopped and kissed, but they never went beyond. He visited her studio some times but he always left after dinner. When he was not visiting and she missed him, she made a mixtape in 8tracks because he didn’t need to own the file so he wouldn’t bother mailing anyone for permission. He would mark her mixtape with heart symbol or not at all when he didn’t like more than half of total number of the tracks.

Rudolf had been married for almost 6 years and tired of her wife who kept reminding him about it and about how she wanted a baby, or babies. Aida listened and sometimes she responded with weak smile; too weak that it looked almost transparent.

Aida means many thing because it is something, at least, in Italian, Egyptian, and Japanese at the same time. According to an entry in Wikipedia, Aida might even be derived from the Rosetta Stone. In Japanese it means ‘between’. Sometimes she wondered if she was between Rudolf and his wife. Sometimes she wondered if being in between two points meant separating or connecting. Sometimes else, she just imagined herself as a hinge, a samskeyti, of Rudolf and a nothingness on the other pole without his wife.


“By the way, Aida, I was surprised you put Samskeyti on your latest mixtape. It was one of my favorite tracks on the bracket album.” Rudolf told her before he left for the airport for the last time.

“The first time I discovered that song, I still believed in God and I thought that God created Sigur Rós to present me the song.”

Then there he waved good bye and said, “Bye, Aida. I’ll text you as soon I reach airport.”


After a week, the plane was still missing. After the shop was closed, after having sweet and creamy and icy blended coffee, Aida walked home while gazed into the night sky once in a while. She never cried because she always knew, from the way he always drew himself back first when they kissed, that sooner or later Rudolf would be forever gone. Though she couldn’t help to wonder, what Rudolf had been thinking when the plane flew out of radar. Could it be her? Could it be his wife?

Could he be praying?

She stopped at a magazine stall and took a copy of a national magazine, special edition dedicated for the missing plane. As she flipped the pages carefully she finally landed on special pages of interview with the family and friends of the passengers. For the first time since the plane went missing, she wept without a sound.

“He would never see the baby we’ve been waiting for 6 years.”

Aida mourned for everything, for herself being; a non-working samskeyti, a useless joint.



This short story is originally posted in B.yond W.rds, inspired by my deep condolence for 3 major place accidents in 2014. May 2015 be blessed with more peaceful sky and happier flights.

For those who haven’t been familiar yet, BW stands for B.yond W.rds. It also stands for Black & White. This is my side project where I combine my appreciation for words, Black & White photography, and other imperfect things.



A day before the last day in 2014!

2014 has surely been a year of change for a lot of people. At least, more than two hundreds millions  of Indonesian got a new president. Some got new hope, some got new experience and wisdom about politics-talk in society. Fuel subsidies got cut. Oil price dropped to the lowest point in last 5 years. 3 major Malaysian airlines accidents. Many got engaged, married, or separated.

2014 has also been a year of change for me. The major one: I got married on June. New family, new extended families, new plans :)


For the first half of the year, I was soooo busy with the wedding preparation. Indonesian conventional and traditional wedding is crazy expensive. All I can recap was dealing with A to Z of the wedding, surveying vendors, choosing the dress, trying hard to fit and look good on the dress that had been chosen, listing the guests, booking things, wondering the alternative of spending that much money while paying the expenses and stuff. It was crazy. Fortunately I managed to have a little solo escape on March for Mosaic Music Festival (Lucy Rose and Young Dreams! Love love!)

After the wedding me & A went to Lombok for honeymoon. We then temporarily lived in a studio in the heart of Jakarta and tasted the sweetness of being newlywed for a while, until A left for his study in UK on September. Nevertheless, before that, we got chance to celebrate Eid together with family & relatives in Bandung. Starting from Eid, I decided to take another step: to reveal less by wearing hijab. I deeply believe that it wouldn’t magically turn me into a better person, but it would remind me to keep going there. Another great change that came with greater responsibility.


On September, I and A went to UK. Me for 2 weeks, him for a year. I have to admit that Long Distance Marriage isn’t easy but good things don’t come easy, do they?

Working life has been going well. I got some good chances to learn new things and meet new people, did some presentation to authority and partner, joined a task force and stuff. Aside from working in the office, this year I also re-ignited my old hobby and started to bring it to surface: drawing. I established “@byputy” and did some illustration for friends, family and other happy people :) Talking about hobby, this year I also read 1.5 book each month on average. Not that bad for such a task juggler :p

Pendekar Tongkat Emas

On the last 2 weeks of 2014 I did another solo escape to Bali and Surabaya, which was fun and I would post about it just later. Oh yes, and this year I got 2 new companions: a Fuji XE-1 and a new smartphone with stylus for drawing. OMG. What a year of spending! x)


Alhamdulillaahi rabbil-‘aalamiin.


Past 5 years -> 200920102011, 2012, 2013


(Lagi-Lagi) Soal Mengucapkan Selamat Natal

Setiap menjelang Hari Natal pasti selalu ada diskusi, perdebatan, peringatan, kontroversi mengenai ucapan selamat Hari Natal bagi umat Islam. Tentu tahun ini ada orang-orang di lingkungan saya yang ‘keras’ memperingatkan teman-teman Muslim untuk tidak ikut-ikutan merayakan atau mengucapkan selamat Hari Natal, mengutip dalil-dalil, menyoal tauhid, membawa akidah, dll. Post ini bukan untuk mencounter atau membuat justifikasi ini itu soal ini. As for me, saya bukan pluralis agama, karena dasarnya jelas di Surah Al-Kafirun. Saya juga bukan penganut Islam liberal. Untuk ilmu agama Islam sendiri saya masih harus banyak belajar, namun saya adalah orang yang sangat percaya bahwa Islam adalah Rahmatan ‘Lil Alamin, blessing for all, for humankind. I also deeply believe that despite mentioning war and Qisas, Islam is related to safeness and peace.

Kembali soal Natal. The thing is, my mom used to be an Adventist Christian dan keluarga dari pihak ibu saya banyak yang merayakan Natal. Teman dan sahabat saya pun banyak yang merayakan Natal. Dari kecil saya selalu ada dalam keragaman. Hari Natal bagi yang merayakan adalah sebuah kebahagiaan, keceriaan, kumpul bersama keluarga, merasakan damai di hati, makan-makanan enak, dekorasi yang cantik, diskon akhir tahun, siapa yang tidak bahagia? Menurut saya adalah hal yang sangat manusiawi ketika kita ikut bahagia melihat orang lain bahagia, apalagi saudara dan sahabat-sahabat sendiri. Apapun makna hari Natal bagi mereka yang merayakan, I’m simply and deeply happy to see the others happy. I’m always happy that I’d like to scram, “It’s so great to see you happy on Christmas Day!” Apa saya harus ikut merayakan dengan topi Santa Claus atau ikut menghias rumah dengan pohon Natal? Tidak. Apa saya harus ikut bernyanyi Ave Maria atau menyalakan lilin? Tidak. Apa saya tidak boleh belanja Christmas Sale 70%? Ya menurut saya kalau butuh sih belanja saja, memang kenapa? Hehehe :P

From last year :)

Kadang diskusi dan perbedaan pendapat seperti ini suka membuat rasa tidak nyaman dalam diri saya. Kadang pada diskusi dengan sesama Muslim, I feel hurt and discomfort, apalagi kalau sudah mulai merasa ‘dituduh’ dan ‘disudutkan’ tidak mau ikut dalil dan hujjah. Apalagi kalau sudah bawa-bawa “… Sama-sama membenci sesuatu karena Allah SWT.” Ya, mungkin tingkat keimanan saya belum sampai, terserah Anda menilai, tapi kalau sampai harus membenci sesama hanya karena perbedaan agama, saya tidak bisa.

Tanpa menyepelekan atau mengecilkan persoalan akidah yang diangkat, kadang saya pikir perkara semacam mengucapkan Selamat Natal ini terlalu  dan selalu dibesar-besarkan, membuat rasa tidak enak antar umat beragama, seolah-olah hanya itu persoalan Umat Islam. Menurut saya silakan menyampaikan apa yang dirasa benar, tapi apakah dari tahun ke tahun, Desember ke Desember perdebatan kita hanya akan berputar di situ-situ saja? Personally saya lebih tertarik diskusi soal pendidikan atau pembentukan karakter generasi berikutnya or… umm… what about anything that makes world a better place?

Akhir kata, I can’t make everyone happy and I don’t need everyone to agree with me. I don’t need to agree with everyone. I don’t need to agree to respect or love someone. I simply respect everyone as human being. I respect their way of life, their choice, as much as I respect mine.

Peace be with you and the mercy of God and His blessings.