“Bumi, kau cinta aku?”
“Kau gila, Senja?”
“Jawab saja. Kau cinta aku?”
“Kau pikirkan saja sendiri.”
“Kenapa?”
“Kau sendiri? Kau cinta aku?”
“Tentu saja aku cinta kau.  Kau membuat aku bahagia.”
“Ya sudah.”
“Jadi bagaimana dengan kau?”
“Aku tidak sembarang membahagiakan.”
“Ah, kau. Aku cinta kau, Bumi.”
“Tidurlah, Senja.”

Tangan

Suatu hari mungkin aku akan teringat akan semua tangan yang pernah bersentuhan dengan tanganku. Tangan-tangan yang berjabat dengan tanganku, yang berpelukan dengan tanganku, atau yang mengusap tanganku supaya tenang. Tangan-tangan yang telah berpuluh tahun menjadi budak tuannya. Tangan-tangan yang basah saat tuannya menangis dan yang bertepuk saat tuannya tertawa. Tangan-tangan yang pernah kecil atau yang tak sempat tumbuh.
Kedua tanganku adalah sepasang bagian tubuh yang paling romantis yang kumiliki. Saat aku tidur mereka saling merapat, mencari hangat. Saat aku berjalan mereka bersama-sama menggenggam tasku supaya mereka bisa berdekatan. Saat aku menutup mata untuk berdoa, mereka saling berpelukan erat. Bahkan saat aku membaca, diam-diam mereka saling bersentuhan dibalik bukuku.
Tangan-tanganku saling mencintai tanpa membutuhkan pembuktian apa-apa. Tangan kiriku bukan pencemburu, dia tidak bersembunyi di sakuku saat tangan kananku berpelukan dengam tangan kiri lain. Dia malah berayun-ayun, menikmati kebahagiaan tangan kananku dari jauh. Tangan kananku bukan pemarah, dia tidak ikut campur ketika tangan kiriku diusap oleh tangan kanan lain.
Kedua tanganku telah berkenalan dengan banyak tangan lain, tapi ketika malam mengundang mata untuk menutup hari, mereka yakin mereka akan tetap hanya memiliki satu sama lain.

Tadi langit memang lebih indah. Dari beranda yang menghadap langsung ke pantai ia bisa menatap matahari senja itu, dengan ruas-ruas cahayanya yang bergetar, lenyap perlahan-lahan ke balik kaki langit, sehingga langit dan laut pun –yang alangkah luasnya, alangkah luasnya– semburat dengan warna keemas-emasan. Mega-mega bersepuh ungu, dan angin… ah, angin! Angin yang asin berbisik-bisik di telinga wanita itu.
“Tak ada cinta hari ini. Jangan mimpi.”

– Nocturno

Sudah terlalu banyak kata didunia ini Alina, dan kata-kata, ternyata, tidak merubah apa-apa. Lagipula siapakah yang masih sudi mendengarnya? Di dunia ini semua orang sibuk berkata-kata tanpa pernah mendengar kata-kata orang lain.
– Seno Gumira Ajidarma

First Three Months of Being a Sky Dweller and Happy Eid Mubarak

Hey hey hey fellow visitors! Been way too long since my last post huh? I told you that this blog isn’t quite well taken care of, so you should’ve expected this to happen.
Things been great, I mean, they’re awesome. Life as a flight attendant is just as I expected. The good and the bad days, the heart-warming and the nerve-pulling passengers, the short and the long layovers, the long-awaited dayoffs and the I-can’t-wait-to-fly-again kinda days, everything has been filling my first three months of taking people places.
What I didn’t expect to happen is at which point we were supposed to start flying internationally and intercontinentally, and the answer was in fact IMMEDIATELY. One of my colleague even got a Bangkok layover on her first day. While me, I started the 1st month with domestic only flights due to some issue with my passport. I got some schedule cancelled because my passport was expired, and had very little flight time. Things will get better, I tried to convince myself.

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Batu Angus and Mount Gamalama in Ternate

And it did! On the second month, which was June, I started flying regionally to Singapore and intercontinentally to Brisbane! Whoop whoop! I was a little redneck (or maybe too redneck) because I’ve never been outside the country before. Singapore was awesome, I had a chance to have a short meet-up with my long-lost bestfriend and we had a long chatty night. Brisbane layover was too short! I concentrated too much on buying souvenirs and chocolates for people at home and didn’t have any chance to get around. But the expression of my loved-ones when receiving my gifts was priceless so it all worth it.

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Brisbane layover!

How about the crew I flew with? My friends shared stories every now and then about their flying partners, some are angel-like and some created a temporary hell. I can say that I’m quite blessed to never had a flightmate who wasn’t nice. Some are very strict but we were still able to joke around and even take selfies in the galley! Don’t worry, we only do it during transit.

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Hey there!

I even got more than one chance to fly with my batchmates!

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Minutes before leaving the hotel in Surabaya

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One of our instructors was on board!

So, yeah. Things been great. They have been AWESOME. I’m blessed and I enjoy every aspects of being a sky-dweller.
Oh and one more thing, HAPPY EID MUBARAK for those of you who celebrate! Hope you have the best time spent with your family. I myself don’t celebrate Mubarak but I got a dayoff on the festive day. How did I celebrate it? Speeding on Jakarta’s empty streets!

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Happy Eid Mubarak!

Now my suitcase is ready for another sky! Please be nice!