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Sampai sekarang gue merasa belum bisa memberi label ke diri sendiri sebagai "doer" lingkungan, terutama dalam usaha penghematan air. Why? Well, satu-satunya usaha penghematan air yang udah gue lakukan adalah.. Jarang mandi. No, jangan nilai gue dengan tatapan aneh gitu. Maksudnya, kalau cuaca emang lagi dingin, lagi ga kemana-mana (terutama weekend, jarang ada yang ngajakin jalan. Maklum, jombs. Oke, ini melenceng), atau emang ga keringetan, gue ga akan mandi. Jorok? Menurut gue sih ga.. Prioritas gue di sini mau nunjukin kontribusi dan kepedulian terhadap air. Lebih baik ga mandi daripada pakai air berliter-liter padahal badan ga kotor-kotor amat.
Tapi, yah. Cuma itu usaha gue..
Maaf kalo kalimat-kalimat berikutnya bikin kalian bergidik. Tapi, berhubung kosan gue ga pakai kloset flush, setiap abis "buang air", gue juga buang banyak air untuk mengenyahkan sisa-sisa sekresi dan ekskresi itu. Yaah, gue takut kalau kamar mandi bersama (yang pake gue, laura, sama kak dina) meninggalkan aroma tidak sedap.
:(
Dan itu yang tadi pagi gue pikirin, sekaligus ngebayangin gimana kalau ga ada air. Gimana jadinya hidup gue? And.. Voila! Air kosan mati! Kira-kira jam 17.15 waktu kak dina mau mandi. Noooooooooo!!!!!
Ghina&Laura: kak, waktu kakak mandi tadi airnya masih hidup ga?
Kak dina: engga. Kakak aja mandi pakai air galon. Setengah galon.
Ghina: aaa belum solaat
Laura: samaa. Duh, kebelet pipis lagi..
Kak dina: ghin! Pakai barbel ghina aja!
Ghina: hah? Bar.. Ahaaaa iyaa untuung aja
Barbel? Oke jadi gini ceritanya. Gue kan punya hobi nyimpen botol air mineral. Yang 600 ml, yang 1,5 liter.. Beberapa hari yang lalu gue ngisi 2 botol 1,5 liter sama air keran dengan niat buat latihan angkat beban yang gue ikutin dari "daily workout", aplikasi android paling berguna sejauh ini. Kak dina yang liat gue ngisi air nanya buat apa dan, yah, ngetawain ide konyol gue ini. "kenapa ga diisi pasir aja biar lebih berat?" sambil ngeledek. Untuung aja ga diisi pasir, kalo ga mana bisa gue ambil wudhu~ *woot*
Kak dina: kakak wudhu pakai aqu*
Ghina: cie elit dong. Yaudah wudhu nya jangan batal ya. Ga boleh ke*tut, ga boleh pipi*, sama ga boleh sentuhan sama laki-laki
Kak dina: sampai isya?
Ghina: iya sampai isya. Hahahah

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