Hey, everyone! Tonight, I’ll be writing this post bilingually–written both in Bahasa Indonesia and English. Shortly, I’ll mix them up. You will see this post unlike usual, Maybe, it will be entertaining to make you read Bahasa–for those who haven’t read in it, hihi–it could be as complicated as I’m trying to understand English. Hope you like this post! Have fun reading! ^^
I’ll try to write it in formal way, now. Next, I will write a post with so many slang words.
Kami sudah menunggu di dalam kelas, hanya ada aku dan Rieno di dalamnya. Aku tidak ingat lagi alasan-alasan yang diutarakan teman-temanku ketika kami mengadakan party class malam itu. That should be our last party class, we should’ve spent that day together. We should’ve owned the night–well, hanya sampai jam 9 aja sih, mau dimarahin Mama?. Rieno dengan seragam sekolah dibalut jaket army, aku pakai kemeja hijau lumutku, tapi aku merasa aku salah pakai kostum. Hari apapun aku pakai kemeja hijau lumut, pastilah aku sedang mengalami bad mood dan tidak ingin diganggu. Harusnya aku pakai baju yang lebih berwarna, yang menyiratkan kesukacitaanku di hari itu.
While Mr. Alexander always looks good in anything he wears. His name is Christopher Alexander. Since I’m no longer a student at EF, I’m not obliged to call him Mr. Chris anymore. Normally, in the West, you’ll call someone older with their surname, along with Mr. or Mrs. It’s kind of different in Indonesia, I guess. Especially, when you’re not in a formal occasion to call someone with their surname. Chris–if I may call him so– and other teachers at EF let us call them with their name, without forgetting the Mr. or Mrs. Another examples are Mr. Edward, Mr. Rhys, Ms. Emma, Ms. Sophie. Surely there is no one using Emma or Sophie as surname. Edward’s surname is Jones, while our principal’s surname, Rhys, is Bishop.
Chris looked cute that day, without his dreadlocks messing up around his head. He wore blue shirt and black trousers, slung his bag on his side, and we were ready to go! I was imagining what kind of restaurant or warung we’d visit. I didn’t remember any story he told us about his favorite restaurant, except a part where he made a beautiful song as a gift for the restaurant’s owner’s anniversary. He sang his song in front of everybody in the restaurant, then he was thanked for that. For him, it was such the most wonderful moment he had the first time he stayed in Indonesia.
Well, I won’t go on chit-chatter like this. He always looks great in anything he wears, ok? Cut that out!
I’d like to tell you a story when I finally built a ‘healthy’ relationship with kangkung, a kind of green vegetables that looks like spinach. Aku tidak bisa membedakan mana bayam dan kangkung. Aku baru sadar perbedaannya setelah kejadian ini. Seingatku, tekstur kangkung itu lebih keras daripada bayam, karena itulah aku kapok makan kangkung. Tapi, ternyata aku salah.
It was actually warung kaki lima, sebuah warung makan yang buka lapak di pinggir jalan. Not really on the side of the road, sih. Lokasinya masih lebih tertib, kok. Not on pedestrian’s lane seperti yang biasa aku lihat. There, Chris said, it was his favorite ‘restaurant’, the very first food court he came to before he taught at EF. The place where he tied a close relationship with its owner and wrote them a song ’til they were all gone under his spell.
But, the worst has just begun. It’s actually… a seafood restaurant. Oh my God, I took a look at the menu… and I was worried that I couldn’t eat anything. Well, I planned to. Aku memang tidak berniat makan setelah tahu isi menu ‘tidak wajar’ semuanya. I don’t like fish, any kind of seafood. I don’t even eat teri, the smallest and almost tasteless fish on earth. I guess.
People say that shrimps, lobsters, squids, octopus, sushi, okonomiyaki, are the best food on earth. If you never tried sushi even once in your whole life, you’ll regret to have missed something. Not really. Sebulan yang lalu, aku mengunyah pempek ikan pertamaku dan aku sangat bangga. I chewed it without spitting it like I did with the other fish I TRIED to swallow.
Never mind, let’s continue. So, Chris menawarkan menu lain, dari warung makan yang berbeda. Karena menurutku aneh, aku tidak duduk di warung yang lain, aku duduk di warung favorit Chris, bareng sama teman yang aku sayangi. Aku berpikir memesan teh saja sudah cukup. But, before I gave him another reasons, he’d gone to the next warung. Then he showed up after 10 minutes with a plate of roasted chicken. Dia pesenin aku ayam bakar, tanpa aku minta! Tadinya aku cukup puas dengan dipesankan kangkung dari warung, tapi dia kasih aku tambahan ayam bakar. And I was the one who ate that. The rest of the bones I gave to a cat.
Mau tahu kenapa akhirnya aku pesan kangkung? Karena itu satu-satunya sayuran yang ada di daftar menu, aku tidak mau dianggap tidak makan apa-apa. Jadi, aku paksakan makan kangkung. I stared at my fork with some slices of kangkung on top of it. I didn’t know what to do with the kangkung. If I threw it on the ground, at least someone would see it. It would just ruin our perfect night.
So, I swallowed it instead after praying. Subhanallah!! Rasa asin bumbu, bawang, basah, dan rasa kangkung itu sendiri menyebar dalam mulutku. Dan rasanya… enaaaaaak!!!! Enak banget. Chris pesan dua kangkung dan bisa dipastikan aku makan satu piring sendiri. Kenyang banget, sih tapi… ternyata kangkung itu enak.
Sumpah, kalau bukan karena dia paksakan aku untuk pesan sesuatu, aku tidak akan pernah merasakan apa rasa kangkung itu. That day, aku juga sadar kalau tekstur kangkung itu jauh lebih lembut dibandingkan bayam. Sejak hari itu, kalau aku bosan makan bayam jagung dan sayur sop, aku akan minta dibuatkan sayur kangkung atau sayur kacang. Aku jadi menyukai jenis sayuran lain. I think I have to thank him, if that moment never happened, really, I would be trapped as an ordinary spinach girl without even changing myself as muscular as Popeye. Hehe.
Hidup kangkung!! ^^
Ayuri aka Ayurilda Amalia