Suara Murid Cikal - Thalita Nadira Izza Senen Year 12 Sekolah Cikal Amri Setu

Suara Murid Cikal - Thalita Nadira Izza Senen Year 12 Sekolah Cikal Amri Setu

My Bunda. She’s my caretaker, my best friend, and the only person who can tickle everyone without being able to be tickled herself. Her black hair that refuses to be grey and her petite figure with her tiny feet and tiny hands carry the back of my world. She knows it almost too well. For that, I am forever grateful and in debt to her and to the family that she and my papa passed together. Funnily enough, I think I realized why I got to call her Bunda in the first place. 


The angsty temper of a new mother made me think that being called Bunda meant that you were a strict and hot-headed mother. Though this remains to be true, I have reconciled with my past self to come into an agreement. That being called Bunda meant that you hold the weight of our lives, that it meant that you were a mother who was willing to sacrifice yourself and your livelihood for us. It also meant that you are strong and you don’t take no for an answer. Your hot-headed behaviour is the confidence radiating throughout your entire body. Demanding yet reasonable. 





(The Portrait of Izza and her mom, Bunda Sina. Doc. Izza)



I wouldn’t say that is the best trait you have, I wouldn’t also mention that it is your worst quality. Because the only worst quality you ever really had in yourself was the small doubt of being the mother you expected to be. You, yes, you, are really the best mother anyone could have. Thankfully, you’re my Bunda. Well mine and Azra’s. You may not accept these words as you feel as though you’re only learning through your mistakes. But we don’t love you because you’re perfect or because you’re amazing, we love you because you make those mistakes and charmingly learn from them. I don’t know how many times I can tell you this before you believe in yourself.





“They said that the kindness you pay should be reciprocated back, or in short, karma. I’ll be your alarm clock, waking you up for subuh, I’ll be your wallet for when you need to buy things, I’ll be your blanket, keeping you warm during the cold nights. I can try to make your life easier even though we all have our own challenges to face. “





 Do you want proof? Remember the time that I rebelled against you over young puppy love when I was around 14 or 15 years old and it led me and you to have the most hilariously long conflict we had. You were mad at me for 3 days, you wouldn’t even speak to me for 3 days. You had every right to be mad at me and my rebellious demeanor. But later on, 3 days turned back into us talking again and reconnecting. My sorries got through to you, even though it took 72 hours for you to accept it. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to rebel against you again. Not because I’m scared that I’ll be scolded by the ever mighty Bunda. More because I’ll have to say that “you were right, and I was wrong”. 


Another great time to remember was when I and Azra finally decided to tell you that you had anger issues and that you need to calm down. We were just kids who were too scared to own up to the world. But for you, Bunda, you had to get the right coffee or there was no world to exist beyond that. Shouting and disappointment were the two things you mixed as you bravely told the barista that the coffee was not an extra dry cappuccino. The weight of the milk and the coffee made you understand that it was wrong. This wasn’t the first time that you had complained. However, it was the first time that I and Azra pulled on your shirt and asked you to be nicer. To be more patient. Bunda was patient, but the patient didn’t lead you to get the right kind of coffee. Bunda knew that you had to be stern with what you wanted. Us children at the time only felt it was a necessity to remind you of being patient, to later realize that speaking up was the thing we needed all along. 





"That’s why I plan to be a daughter who can make you proud. Someone who can buy you trips over to Italy just to have the shot of expresso down the coffee bars and for you to yell Prego! Bambino!. Someone who can be strong enough to carry you when your knees feel weak. Someone to who you can hug and say all of your deepest darkest secrets."




It’s weird to imagine a life without Bunda. Without Azra holding the phone and calling you every chance that she gets to make sure that you’re alive and well. To make sure that you’re coming home and that you don’t end up like the 6 o’clock tv news that all of us didn’t like to watch. Me and my sister are just waiting by the door for you to greet us and for you to listen to our stories. For us to not have anyone to help teach us how to cut our nails, and us crying each time we do get our nails cut. To not have any of the tickle fights or long cuddles to keep us warm by the night. To not have me placing my cold feet onto your warm body just like a heater. No “tummy” rings for me to be mesmerized and fumbled by your stretch marks. No one get mad at me when I ate too much chilli or sambal. I would have never made it this far if it wasn’t for Bunda. You’ve become half of our soul and yet, Bunda being stressed never phased any of us once.


That’s why I plan to be a daughter who can make you proud. Someone who can buy you trips over to Italy just to have the shot of espresso down the coffee bars and for you to yell Prego! Bambino! Someone who can be strong enough to carry you when your knees feel weak. Someone to whom you can hug and say all of your deepest darkest secrets. You’ve borne the burden of carrying me for 9 months, waiting for me for 2 years, and continuing to make my life living heaven for the past 18 years. They said that the kindness you pay should be reciprocated back, or in short, karma. I’ll be your alarm clock, waking you up for subuh, I’ll be your wallet for when you need to buy things, I’ll be your blanket, keeping you warm during the cold nights. I can try to make your life easier even though we all have our own challenges to face. 


Here I am again, trying to understand all of your demeanor. But I’ve come to realize because of you, that I am me, and you are you. I love you the most, Bunda, and even though you don’t want me to say that first. I’ll say it again and again. I never stopped loving you and I never will. 




Profil Murid 


Izza adalah murid kelas 12 dari Sekolah Cikal Amri-Setu. Dia senang belajar di sekolah dan juga suka memasak, menyanyi, dan melakukan penelitian kecil. Dari dulu, Izza sudah suka bereksplorasi dengan dunia IPA dan berharap ia dapat membangun karir dalam bidang genetika. Selebihnya, Izza bekerja keras di sekolah untuk mencapai tujuannya, sebagai salah satu murid yang memiliki prestasi dalam bidang debat dan bidang IPA. 


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