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Sepotong Cerita Ulang Tahun Abi Antariksa

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ABI ANTARIKSA!” Demikian kata-kata yang saya minta ke mbak-mbak toko roti-dan-kue-yang-cabangnya-ada-di-hampir-setiap-mall. Saya nggak sempat berpikir kata-kata yang lebih romantis atau ‘witty’, pokoknya yang penting tiramisu dan cepat pulang. Kemarin untuk pertama kalinya saya pergi tanpa membawa Antariksa untuk kontrol pasca lahiran ke dokter kandungan. Antariksa saya tinggal di rumah bersama Mbak Tuti (Asisten Rumah Tangga kami) dan Bunda. Selama di rumah sakit akhirnya saya merasakan yang dulu saya anggap sebagai “ke-lebay-an” ibu-ibu: baru sejam sudah kangen anak :p Pokoknya sibuk texting ke Bunda, “Bun, Antariksa nangis nggak?”, “Bun, lagi apa si Antariksa?”, “Bun, sukses nggak minum ASIP (Air Susu Ibu Perah) pakai sendoknya si Antariksa?”, dll. Intinya: LEBAY :p Pulang dari dokter kandungan saya buru-buru naik ojek ke mall terdekat untuk beli kue ulang tahun suami, walaupun sebetulnya suami saya orangnya bukan tipe yang harus tiup lilin dan potong kue. Begitu tiba di rumah, saya langsung menyusui lalu curi waktu setelah Antariksa tidur untuk cetak-gunting-tempel topper cake dan bungkus kado. Selesai urusan topper dan bungkus kado serta drama-drama menyusui di antaranya barulah saya buru-buru mandi. Pokoknya jadi seru …

Antariksa Safar

Antariksa: Indonesian word for ‘outer space’ Safar, ???: Arabic / Persian word for ‘travel’ It’s been only two weeks and a half since my last post but it’s felt like forever. It also felt surreal, because just three days after Mama passed away, our first son was born. He’s named Antariksa Safar for our hope that he will travel and be humbled by places on Earth and beyond. We hope that his name will remind him that universe is great, that there is sky above the sky, and he’s a stardust to keep on moving. For my and my husband‘s sky, Antariksa is a rainbow. If it’s not for him and his cries, I think we will still see Mama in every corner of the room. Sometimes I wonder if he were born earlier, he could have met his Nin (Sundanese word for ‘grandma’) but I truly believe that God owns the time and He knows just the best about timing. So it’s been about two weeks since I started a new journey of motherhood. Some people told me, “Oh wow, I’ve always remembered you …

Mama

I hardly ever wrote about this here, that we had been battling with cancer. Mama, my mother in law, had lung cancer that had been spread to her bone and, discovered later, her brain. It was August last year and already on the late stadium when we found out. We decided to fight together, as family. Mama was a cancer survivor a decade ago, why couldn’t she be one again? She moved to our house and started series of scanning, consultation, chemotherapy, radiotherapy, medicines, days and nights of waiting and staying at the hospital, hours of being trapped in Bekasi-Jakarta traffic jams, everything which we already lost count of. They seemed never-ending and beyond exhausting, but Mama was one of the strongest persons I’ve ever known. She hardly whined and always had great sense of humor (spiced up with sarcasm that made us clicked). She prayed a lot, recited Al-Qur’an, and tried to live the fullest. People believed that we took care and supported her very well, but in a way, it was her that took care of us with love and things that just …