This posting is dedicated to Mang Oman, Alm.
Mang Oman was our family's driver. No, not a car driver, a becak driver. He worked for our family since I can't remember when, probably when my big brother was still in kindergarten, which is when I was newly born. Normally he picked us up at home in the morning, and took us back home when the school finished. In the afternoon, it's my mom's turn. Mang Oman took her to a Puskesmas where she had her afternoon "praktek" and took her back home as well. He did that every single day until we got accepted to a public junior high school, too far for a becak, we took angkot instead =) and until mom resigned from the puskesmas she worked for.
Ever since, we always kept a good relation with his family. Every lebaran, he visited our house, had some conversation, and kept us informed about what was going on in his life, his family.
Mang Oman passed away when I was in France. I was sad by then, but not as much as what I felt this afternoon. All of sudden, the memories strike back. Those days when he never (repeat, never) came late to pick us up, unless he was ill. I was little but I still reckon the day when my Grand ma died, he was the first person spoke to me as I came out of school. With his sad face, he gave me the news and tried to calm me down since I was crying inside his becak all the way to my house. Or another day (let's say some days) when I asked him if he could lend me a little cash to buy cireng or other jajanan, then my mom would be mad at me and said that it's not good to do that =) Or when me and friends (like 5 of them) sat inside his becak, then he said that it wasn't possible but we insisted. We made his becak fell down. He was angry I believe. And when we stood up inside his becak, making noises, jumped around, made his becak unstable... We were too naughty. He was more than patient.
I must say that Mang Oman is someone I appreciate in life. Those ups and downs during at least 9 years (1983-1992) of my life wouldn't be the same without your existance. May peace with you and your living family Mang.
Nuhun kanggo sadayana.
Mang Oman was our family's driver. No, not a car driver, a becak driver. He worked for our family since I can't remember when, probably when my big brother was still in kindergarten, which is when I was newly born. Normally he picked us up at home in the morning, and took us back home when the school finished. In the afternoon, it's my mom's turn. Mang Oman took her to a Puskesmas where she had her afternoon "praktek" and took her back home as well. He did that every single day until we got accepted to a public junior high school, too far for a becak, we took angkot instead =) and until mom resigned from the puskesmas she worked for.
Ever since, we always kept a good relation with his family. Every lebaran, he visited our house, had some conversation, and kept us informed about what was going on in his life, his family.
Mang Oman passed away when I was in France. I was sad by then, but not as much as what I felt this afternoon. All of sudden, the memories strike back. Those days when he never (repeat, never) came late to pick us up, unless he was ill. I was little but I still reckon the day when my Grand ma died, he was the first person spoke to me as I came out of school. With his sad face, he gave me the news and tried to calm me down since I was crying inside his becak all the way to my house. Or another day (let's say some days) when I asked him if he could lend me a little cash to buy cireng or other jajanan, then my mom would be mad at me and said that it's not good to do that =) Or when me and friends (like 5 of them) sat inside his becak, then he said that it wasn't possible but we insisted. We made his becak fell down. He was angry I believe. And when we stood up inside his becak, making noises, jumped around, made his becak unstable... We were too naughty. He was more than patient.
I must say that Mang Oman is someone I appreciate in life. Those ups and downs during at least 9 years (1983-1992) of my life wouldn't be the same without your existance. May peace with you and your living family Mang.
Nuhun kanggo sadayana.
posted by aryanimia at 7:41 AM
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Di Balikpapan ga ada becak sayangnya..
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