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16 Februari 2015

16 Februari 2015, 08:30

Awak duduak di kursi, sadang manunggu mbak Rini yang ka maagiah tau awak tentang magang iko. Iyo, awak karajo. Walaupun magang tapi saindaknyo awak ado kegiatan, ado karajo, basalang satu minggu abis wak wisuda. Ndak banyak urang yang langsuang dapek kesempatan karajo mode awak, jadi awak bersyukur. Tapi beda jo ama wak, agak barek hatinyo caliak awak cuma jadi anak magang. Jujur awak agak sadiah. Tapi baa lah, yo namonyo gaek pasti nionyo anak dapek karajo tetap abis wisuda. Apo lai anaknyo talambek lulus..

Ah, abaikan lah.

Sampai ma wak tadi? Oiyo, awak sadang manunggu mbak Rini, yo?

Bara kali wak mancaliak ado staf mudo kalua lewat pintu di muko awak. Mengabaikan awak yang lah mode urang ongok di kantua urang. "Bolok lai ko", berkali-kali wak bapikia mode tu. Tapi yo mungkin kayak gitu yo.. tahun lalu awak magang sumantu ko juo. Duduak sambia manunggu urang tibo. Rasonyo lah baabaik-abaik awak duduak. Lamoo bana.. Akhirnyo tibo juo mbak Rini ko menghampiri awak.

Iko, kejadian satu tahun lalu...

Awak agak sentimentil malam ko, barusan wak baco jurnal awak tahun lalu. Agak banyak yang wak tulis antaro 2014-2015. Dan salah satunyo carito awak pas magang di daerah Kebon Sirih tu. Ah, awak rindu.. Awak rindu rutinitas di sinan. Pagi-pagi naiak kereta jam 8 jo Laura ka Gondangdia. Samo-samo jalan ka gedung MNC, inyo masuak gedung, awak lanjuik jalan.. Bali sarapan bubur ayam atau gado-gado di jalan jaksa, atau langsuang ka kantua. Masuak gedung Grand Kebon Sirih, naiak ka lantai 8, tap kartu untuak bukak pintu, dan duduak di kursi awak di 8 selatan. Buek teh, iduikan laptop, dan mulai karajo. Antah itu scan nan paralu discan, atau ambiak timesheet staf untuak direkap, atau haha hihi jo anak magang lainnyo.. Atau makan kue surga nan lamaak bana yang dibaokan Pak Martin dari hotel borobudur sabalun mulai karajo.

Jadi ado 3 anak magang lainnyo di tampek awak, dan rato-rato kami saumua. Walaupun agak lamo awak observasi, tapi akhirnyo awak bisa dan kalua sifat asli awak. Bahkan mbak-mbak sinan ndak nyangko awak urangnyo mode itu..

Haha

Kalau siang, jam 12 teng biasonyo anak magang utara pai ka tampek kami anak selatan, ngajak bali makan siang di lua. Biasonyo sih di dakek BNI. Kadang di gedung multimedia, atau kadang di jalan jaksa kok awak taragak bali rujak atau gado-gado. Atau malah delivery dari Richeese kok sadang kayo :)) Beko baok makanan tu baliak ka kantua, makan di pantry, di meja makan nan muek untuak 4/5 urang. Sambia makan, kadang kami maotaan urang, maotaan kuliah, kadang malah maotaan konspirasi. Hehe :p

Kalau ka solat zuhur/ashar, pai ambiak wuduak ka toilet. Kran yang ado ciek nyo, jadi ganti-gantian wak. Beko lah masuak musola, kalau awak solat jo Ade dan Sopia, biasonyo adoo se nan diotaan yang buek galak takekeh-kekeh sampai sakik paruik, sampai pipi sakik. Hamba macam apo lah kami tu yo, galak-galak ndak jaleh. Nan tadinyo nio solat bajamaah, malah ndak jadi garo-garo ndak konsen. Hahahah

Kok lah jam 3, biasonyo mbak-mbak sinan jo kami anak-anak magang mulai lapa. Antahlah ado yang nitip bali siomay, atau bakso malang, atau makan es sum-sum yang dibali siangnyo. Tarakhir-tarakhir manjalang wak salasai magang, jam 5 biasonyo pado nitip bali martabak lamak di jalan jaksa.

Jam bara kami pulang? Dulu awal-awal magang, awak selalu teng go. Jam 5, langsuang jalan kaki ka stasiun, tu naiak kereta ka arah depok/bogor. Biasonyo sih jam sagitu kereta ndak manusiawi, yo. Awak naiak di gerbong campur jo Kanya, baimpik-impik jo apak-apak, ibuk-ibuk, mbak-mbak, atau mas-mas nan pulang karajo juo. Baa ndak kereta wanita se? Ah, jan lai.. Sakik ati wak beko.. :)) Hati se nan dipalapang lai kalau naiak kereta mode itu. Kok awak kesal surang, yo makin baraso penderitaannyo. Hahah
Tapi setelah wak mulai betah, mulai dapek sero kawan, kami pulang jam 7, atau jam stangah 8, atau malah jam stangah 9. Kereta masih rami sih, tapi saindaknyo dan saparah kereta jam 5an.. Kadang kami-kami nan anak magang se yang pulang samo-samo, kadang jo buk Juli nan rumahnyo di Bogor. Perjalanan pulang tu sero lo, ota di kantua tu pasti balanjuik di kereta.

Awak rindu rutinitas itu, rindu jo urang-urang yang wak kenal dari kantua itu..

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