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Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining

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She feels the droplet of rain on her way back home from work. The droplet of rain does not fall onto her head, yet it does fall and touch her dry palms soon she puts her hands up. People on the streets are hurrying themselves to find some shelters regardless the comfort of those shelters.

“As long as I stay dry” she hears hundreds of people’s voices. But she has decided to sing in the rain. She remembers an Indonesian traditional myth about a rainbow, she once heard a lot when she was a little.

Once upon a time, in a remote village on Java, there was a handsome young man who was used to going to a river to fish, sometimes to bath as well. It was a bright day with a clear blue sky. This young man walked sluggishly toward the river he often went. He was rather off mood today as he had been dreaming of meeting a young lady to be his wife. He had some criteria, and he did not seem to find any on his remote village. He was day-dreaming while walking, the closer he was to the river, the more curious he was about something. He heard some voices, in fact they were pretty voices joking around, and the splashing water added the prettiness. He took a peek behind the bush, and he nearly screamed as a result of being shocked to witness such a rare occasions; five or six pretty young ladies in topless were seen taking a bath in the river. The rest of the clothes which were sashes were lying around on a big stone near the bush where he had been witnessing all this.This young man’s eyes were fixated on one lady only; the red lady. It was red as the bottom batik was red. This lovelorn young man decided on a whim to steal the red sash, which he believed belong to the red lady. The bath time was over for those ladies. Having taken each sash, one by one, in the word full of imagination, and magic, the pretty ladies were gone faster than human could blink his or her eyes. The red lady was panic-stricken when she found out her sash was nowhere to be found. Her other angels friends started to call her up on the rainbow that appeared prettily on a blue sky that day. The rainbow was soon gone, and the red angel was left alone sobbing in the bank of the river. The man decided to hide behind the bush for a minute or two until the red angel started to leave the bank of the river. The red angel was walking effortlessly to nowhere. She did not even realize  she was being followed by the man who had stolen her sash.

When the day soon turned to dark, the red angel nearly fainted for being overly exhausted. All of a sudden, strong hands grabbed her from being falling down. It was the man. Jaka Tarub, that was what he was called. The man lifted the red angel who was soon introduced herself as “Dewi Lestari”. The man brought the angel home, and took care of her. “Dewi Lestari” stayed with Jaka’s mum during the process of recovery.

It was until a few months until Jaka decided to pop up the question, Dewi agreed with no hesitation. Time did fly! just like an angel who could fly faster than human could blink his eyes. They got married in a simple procession, and a few months later, a child was born. One day, Jaka was running some errands while Dewi, and their  few month-old baby were staying home. The cloud was dark, and it was sure the rain would soon fall. Jaka was home just in time before the rain came so massively that the roof of their house started to leak here and there. Dewi decided to find some towels and blankets to protect the baby. She ran to the kitchen, and opened a wide big tube that was covered by a bigger lid that the tube. She nearly screamed for what she saw inside the tube; she grabbed it and ran to her husband;

Dewi : what is this?

it seemed that the Earth stopped to revolve, and he was like being stricken by a thunder, a heavy thunder. Dewi showed her husband a red sash.

Jaka : I could explain,please listen!

Dewi: I do not need any explanation, you have lied after all these years.

Jaka Tarub was begging for Dewi to listen to his explanation to no avail.  Dewi started to wear her sash, and put her baby down on the bed made of bamboo, and was covered by a blanket. Then;

Dewi: Soon after the rain stops, and the rainbow appears; I have to go back to my palace. I let our son be with you. Take care of him, and remember every time you see a rainbow, I am there, but I am there to watch my son, and I am not there for you.

The rain stopped, and Dewi kissed her son lovingly. She was flying up above the sky soon the rainbow came. Jaka was trying to stop her to no avail. Jaka was left alone with his baby.

Every single day, when the rainbow came,  Jaka was waiting for his wife to come to her, but she never appeared to meet him. Every single day when the rainbow appeared, when the son grew, he always told his dad that he just met his mother. Jaka was sorry for what he had all done, and lied for the sake of love.

Now, every time the rainbow appears, based on the myth; angels are coming down the earth to spread the love in the world full of chaos.

The rain had stopped, but the sky was already dark as it turned out to be night already.  All of a sudden, she saw a rainbow with its clear colors appeared on the dark sky. She was looking up the sky, and smiled  because she felt she had been out of the dark tunnel; the tunnel with no point of return. She woke up from the dream, and realized it happened on her deepest level of sleep. But she was as optimistically as she could be that she would soon find the happiness, and only happiness with a lot of love to get and give. Yes, Every Cloud has a Silver Lining; only if you can understand the meaning of hard work, and patience.
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A Love Letter : Complaining and Loving You at the Same Time.

OPEN THE LETTER, BITTE(Please)!

Dear My Brain,

First of all, I would like to apologize for sending you this seemingly-complaint letter. The weather has been cool as it has been raining since yesterday here. Thank God the flood is not coming.I am sorry for the unnecessary weather report. I was only trying to help you cool down.

I know how you have been loyal to me after all these time. I always got good marks when I was still at school, I passed the university degree with flying colors, and I have been giving some creative ideas to teaching and learning purposes, optimistically saying. I shall thank you once again, I believe not only once have I said “Thank you” to you, but really you have been helping me a lot. I know how you have been so nice to me after all these times.

Do you remember the old time when you tried to “force” me jot down what I had been thinking of on a red diary? Time changes, Miss. I no longer have any contacts with those diaries. This is not meant to discard you of course. I know you know that time changes, especially when it comes to technology. I do still appreciate you in so many ways. I do want to show my appreciation to your loyalty. But I have a confession to make, I hope you are not going to go ballistic.

We both know that you have been giving me a lot of ideas to write. You have been telling “Write, write, and write” since I knew how to arrange sentences with alphabets in my own language; Bahasa. You encourage me ” Forget whether you are going to be a writer someday, just write!” I know even though it is not for a career yet, but it is still quite relieving fact that I have piles of ideas to share with either my readers or passers-by. I am aware those ideas are originally coming from you. And you have the integrity to ask me to elaborate the ideas into a nicely read piece of writing. But, here is the confession; I am kinda nervous to tell, but I have to. My words have been blocked by some sort of invisible creature (I do not intend to say that it is a GHOST), but it seems that I have lost my words. I do not seem to be able to find a perfect sentence to begin my story with. The worst thing is that it is not even a sentence, but a WORD, only a WORD. Excuse me  dear My brain I did not mean to yap at you with the capital letters I used. I was only trying to emphasize  it to express my sadness to the death of my ability to find a WORD to begin my story with. How can I discard (read : share) the ideas you have given me to my readers? It is quite shameful with seven days of taking a leave without any single note or piece of writing to share. I am afraid my ability to write leaves me with no reasons.

Dear My brain, my beloved brain. Perhaps the “problem” is that ich habe kein Lust – as my other German brain told me, please do not be jealous. Let me translate : I just don’t have the spirit to write.  Perhaps,  I have had other things to do, or another possibility; you just do not seem to be helpful. Wait! one more possibility, I just need to think of the PERFECT WORD to start with, because I am a perfectionist.A total perfectionist who will not do anything if it turns out to be so imperfect. In other words; I let myself become idle because of the perfectionism inside me.

My letter is to ask you for a help to free my blocked words, so that I can start to discard (read: share, you know that) the ideas you have given me. My job is elaborating your ideas, and I am going to need your help. Please,in this cool weather, I hope you are feeling cool enough to help me free my blocked words. As soon as they are freed, I promise you a flood of stories to share.

Now, excuse me,I have to run some errands. Thank you for listening! I hope you are smiling now instead of crying or giving me some scary grimace. I love you a lot. Reply is needed when you think you can.

Love

Your slave as well as your best friend, Lu2

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