Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Tragedi telur balado

Ada satu cerita yang kita nggak akan dan nggak pengen lupa, wherever life will take us to in the future. Nah, sebelum lupa, I think it's a good idea to write about it here.
Alkisah, tersebutlah seorang istri yang belum pernah menjajal kemahirannya memasak untuk suami barunya - 7 bulan baru nggak ya, hehehe. They were together for the first five months but then separated (and got married in the first place for that matter) because AusAID policy won't let student and her/his family to come altogether to Barbie land until the student settles with accommodation and study matters more importantly.

When the husband is finally making the trip to join the wife, wife was pretty much handling things with a lot of trial and error, minus check and balances, if you know what I mean. So she cooked "TELUR BALADO". A no-brainer dish, that was supposed to save her day or two from the question "Masak apa ya hari ini?"

And guess what, the dish that was prepared for at least 4 meal got ditched at first glance. Husband does not like TELOR BALADO (forgive wife, she FORGOT to ask), so wife can finish it, said husband. Hahahaha. Put simply, wife tried so hard to finish a big bowl of perfectly egg-round eggs all by her self, with no mercy from husband. Imagine how many days she spent to do that! Husband is a simple 2x2 man, what he likes he likes (sausage, nugget that is), what he doesn't don't even think about it!

Take care, Oma Jo!

Pagi ini Oma Jokebet is flying back to her homeland, which happens to be ours to. She's shared the house with us for about 3 months or so, and it's been colorful. Dari cerita dia takut sama hantu yg menunggui kamar originalnya, sampai kisah2 tripnya yang bisa dihitung dengan jari itu, hehehe. Oma Jo memang one of kind.



Tiada disangka, Oma meneteskan air mata saat pamit pagi ini. Dia mengucapkan terima kasih sekaligus mohon maaf. She feels that we've done so much for her that thanking us doesn't quite describe her feelings. Hmmm... gak nyangka. I honestly felt that I was cruel sometimes to her, especially when she started talking about her friends' inappropriate behavior or similar things like that. I hate when people talk behind their friends' back. So much for a friend, I think.

O well, the point is, house is all ours again. And it felt weird. This two-bedroom unit has always been a home for us - and another guest or guests to share it with. Like that time when we just moved in, the next day Aga arrived from Jakarta. Three weeks later, Mama Papa came. When Mama left on October, Oma Jo arrived 3 days prior. It's going to be very quite for some time, and it will surely be quite from the infamous phrase "Selamat pagi...."