photo0002Once upon a time, there was a prosperous land called Landriendship. This is where we can grow old with our lovers for an eternity. Since friendship never dies, this land will be prosperous as well. And I believe, that this is kind of what people want, to live in Landriendship.

I’ll never forget the day when I was standing on a stage with Ita at Kindergarten. We were there for reciting Quran, it’s called “Qiro’ah”. We were dressed on the same colors, green. And I could tell that we were nervous, though I’d practiced with my father for many times. I laughed aloud when my brother played my Kindergarten Graduation CD. “It’s embarrassing!” I said. But he told me that I and Ita looked very cute on that day.

That was 14 years ago.

Ita is one of my closest friend. But, truthfully, we don’t talk very much about our private things. We do share good things to each other though. Maybe that’s why, we never get in a fight. Haha.

She thought that I was a good influence for her. And so do I, I think she’s just a very nice girl to be friend…

We started at the very beginning stage together, and then we separated in Junior High School, then we met again at High School, and now, I think we’ve found our own paths. I don’t know where this path is heading me, but I do hope that we’ll end it in a Landriendship. A peaceful fantasy land I’ve been thinking, but it seems real to me.


The Boy Who Always Asks Me, “Adalah apa, mbak?”

His name is Rizal, a seven year old boy, second grader of Elementary School. He is one of my “baby students” who comes every 5 pm to study at Kupu-Kupu Buku Wilda. (I call them “baby students” because they are tiny and very crowded).

Rizal couldn’t read or write properly for the first he studied at Kupu-Kupu Buku Wilda. His mother said he would never want to practice reading or writing at home, (that’s why she sent him to me). But I believed that all humankind are basically able to READ. So I told him to read aloud one page every meeting, then write the first and the last paragraph of it. For one month, I see a progress from this method. He is now better on reading,

Rizal, the "adalah apa, mbak" boy.

Rizal, the “adalah apa, mbak” boy.

and faster on writing (although I still find some wrong words, but that’s better than before). Unlike the other second graders, he seems good at subtraction on Math. I knew, that he must be smart at some point.

Overall, he is still confused understanding questions. He’d read the questions while I’m teaching the other students, and at the end of reading he’d ask me, “Adalah apa, Mbak?” because most of those questions on the text books are ended with “adalah” which means “is”.