Hi guys. Let me introduce myself. Well, my name is Denada Inka Hetyani. You can call me Dena, Denada, De, Na, Da, Den, Nad, Denah, Denak, Dek, Kak, Mbak, Tante, Ibu (Jangan !!)  Om (Apalagi!!), but sometimes i also “nengok” if you call me “EH”. Well, I live in Jakarta and Bekasi for now. I was born in Jakarta, 16 June 1994. My hobby is writing short story, reading short story, and playing basketball.  I am boys (tomboy). My twitter is @denada_inka ( ini bisa berubah).

I want to tell you little about my biography (Lebay), about My life (masih lebay), ok about myself (good). Actually i don’t know I’m the first child or the second because actually I should be twin. Yes twin. My twin is not as lucky as I am because she/he had been death before she/he was born.

It happened when my father and my mother was riding motorcycle. My mother was pregnant. The motorbike was accidentally hit by a kijang car in front of Metropolitan Mall. Then my father tried to chase the car but it ran fast. My mother was big blooding. Then my twin is not safe but i still because we were in different placenta. And when i was born, my doctor saw that my mother had two placentas, so it means i should be twin.

But I’m grateful not being twin hahaha... because if I’m twin, so there was the other one that had the beautiful face like me hahaha *Kidding. I love my mom so much, she always makes me breakfast every day. I love my father too because he gives me money every month hahaha. I show that by helping my mom clear the bedroom, my bookself. I also always lift the laundry (artinya saya juga selalu mengangkat jemuran).  I love my grandmas and grandpas, although i never see my grandpas. They had been death before I was born.

I want always makes my parent proud of me. Ok let’s talk about my career and my love. Well I was school in Pertiwi kindergarten. I was the most beautiful girl there because my mom always pigtail my hair. Beside that i had a tall body and dark sweet skin hahaha. My face was also still cute. Not like now hahahaha.... Oh ya don’t you believe that my first love is my kindergarten friend?? Hahaha yes my mom taught me how to falling in love hahaha. She always said “whom the guy you love?” i still remember his name. People said that it’s a monkey love, but wait. Monkey? Hello I’m not a monkey Ok.

Then, my next school was Pengasinan 2 elementary school. There, i was still cute. So many guys fell in love with me. And i still remember when the first time i was shot by love. He was my classmate and my neighbourhood too. The boy was quite handsome. Almost all girls love him. Oh my God, hey guys remember we were in elementary class. He came to my house every day to asked homework. Then I started worry why he came to my house every day.

I always go home together with him. While go home we always tell anything. In that time he told that he loved someone in our class, he said the other girl, not me. Then the next day he said that he laid and the true was that he loved me hahaha. He said that he loved me and he wanted me to be his girl. Hahaha I still remember that I still second grade.

In third grade, I had a chair mate. He was handsome and the first rank in my class. Again, every girl felt envy with me because I am his chair mate. I don’t know why he liked seeing me and never let me go out of the chair. Then in 4^th grade, there was a boy shoot for a love to me again. Hahaha it’s my second time to be shot. And he was my senior. But I didn’t like him, so I said no.

Oh ya, I always became top ten in the class. I had many friends. My teacher (Ibu Sri Wahyuni) always gives me support. And my mom always courses me since I was child. So when I graduated the school I had greatest score.  And then the most happiness is when I pass the exam to enter 16 Junior high school by my own sweat, when many of my friends cried because they didn’t pass. 16 was the most favourite school in my town.

Well, the next school is 16 junior high school. Ok once more boy love me. He was three years older than me. He was handsome. He had red hair and bright skin. He has brown eyes.  I like him too so much. But he never asked me to be his girl. All of his books was written by my name. He is good in making gravity. He’s my neighbour too.

And then my story is not good anymore. I had a problem with a girl. So that, I never like girls unless my friends. Although I am a girl. In Junior high school I started have a boy. Once more I tell you that I’m never flirtatious with a boy. I’m boys (tomboy). Almost of all boys liked be because we had known each other for long time.

My life was more colourful in this level. My career was down. I felt I almost give up. But I said in my heart that I may not give up. I started course in Lia until I have best friend, Rara. We had graduated from Lia. We had two friend boys. They are Satria and Mario. We still keep in touch until now. Now she has been in University of Indonesia.

I ever won Third winner in comic speech bubble competition in Lia. I never imagine that. Hahaha and you know, That time also there’s a announcement about our passing level. And my partner in that competition was failed. So, she felt sad along the competition, while we had to make funny story.

When I was 13 Senior High school, I’m back. I become diligent to study every day. I also always include in top ten students. The most lessons I like was biology. I think biology is interesting. It is about our daily.  I think my biology score was the best in my class, so my teacher include me to follow science Olympiad selection. And thank God I became the first winner hahaha. Since that, my teacher includes me to follow Olympiad in my town. But I was failed, I think I have to more study. But biology is still number one in my heart.

I also ever felt in love, the real felt in love with that boy.  he's cute. we're never in one class. but maybe God had a plan in it so we can met each other. we watch movie together. we study together. we sms each other. then we broke up. until now I can forget him.

When I was 3^rd, I was confused what university should I enter. My mom always said that don’t worry about the collage, the most important is not the collage but the major, but I don’t care. Almost one million my mom had given to me look for the college I’m suit.

And finally I met some that graduated ITB. Now, he was only a street vendor. Since that, I realize, no matter what college you choose, the most important is the major. I failed My SNMPTN undangan because of my egoism too. My mother asked me to choose college that near house, it means still in Jakarta. But I still choose out site. And then I failed.

I cried there, almost frustrated. My mom tried to silence me. Then I regret what I’ve done. I’m trying a SNMPTN tertulis. Then I pass snmptn, Alhamdulillah ya Allah. While I also pass the test of full scholarship in stmt Trisakti. Wow, it was hard choice. Then I choose the full Trisakti scholarship. Alhamdulillah, now I study in STMT Trisakti, the best college I’ve ever study in hehehehe. Hopefully, I can get big IP, can keep the scholarship, and become successful guy, Amin...

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Maaf Dari Bandung

Rumah Bintang, pukul 19.00

Kring...kring...kring suara ponsel Ramadhan berbunyi. Bintang sudah mencoba berkali-kali menelpon Ramadhan, tapi sayang tidak ada seorang pun yang mengangkat. Ramadhan lupa membawa ponsel. Lima menit kemudian Bintang mencoba menelpon lagi. Berharap kali ini ada seseorang yang mengangkat telepon sekalipun itu bukan Ramadhan. Ternyata yang mengangkat telepon adalah tantenya Ramadhan.

“Assalamualaikum,” dengan nada yang gugup dan tubuh yang bergetar  Bintang menyapa seseorang dalam teleponnya, mengira itu adalah Ramadhan.

“Waalaikumsalam,” suara lembut dari balik telepon menyapa Bintang seolah membawa Bintang hadir didekatnya. “Ini Bintang yah ? saya tantenya Ramadhan. Pasti bintang mau cari Ramadhan yah ?”

“Lho, kok tante tau nama aku ?” Bintang mengangkat alisnya tinggi-tinggi, rasa gugup Bintang kini hilang dan berubah menjadi rasa tanya yang penuh.

“Hahaha.... Bintang... Bintang.... kan ada di kontak handphonenya Ramadhan,” jawab tantenya sekaligus mengakhiri pecakapan secara sepihak. Dari situ Bintang jadi makin penasaran akan keberadaan Ramadhan.

 

Ramadhan... Ramadhan... dimana sih kamu...

 

Sudah hampir enam pekan Ramadhan menghilang tanpa kabar, dan hampir enam pekan pula Ramadhan  tidak masuk sekolah. Entah apa penyebabnya Ramadhan menghilang tanpa kabar. Bahkan Bintang dan Friztka, teman terdekat Ramadhan pun tidak mengetahui keberadaan Ramadhan.

Terakhir kali Bu Wahyu, wali kelas Ramadhan melihat Ia pulang bersama Bintang. Namun, saat Bintang ditanya apakah Bintang meninggalkan pesan sebelum Ia pergi, Bintang menjawab tidak. Seluruh teman sekelas ramadhan juga sudah mencoba mencari informasi, Namun tak satu pun mendapat jawaban pasti. HP Ramadhan masih aktif ditelepon, namun tak satu pun telepon itu terjawab. Sebab itu bu Wahyu lalu menyuruh Bintang menelpon Ramadhan kembali.

Kabar terakhir didengar adalah kepergian ayahanda dari Ramadhan ke Rahmatullah. Bu Wahyu lalu menghampiri rumah Ramadhan.Bu Wahyu mencoba memasuki pertanyaan seputar Ramadhan kepada Ibunda Ramadhan, namun Ibunda Ramadhan masih bunkam seribu bahasa. Namun Bu Wahyu masih berpositif thingking. Bu Wahyu pikir mungkin Ibunda Ramadhan masih berkabung duka sehingga masih butuh waktu untuk mengingatkannya pada hal itu.

 

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Rumah Ramadhan, pukul 19.00

Lima hari sudah semenjak kepergian ayahanda Ramadhan ke sisi-Nya. Walau pun suasana rumah masih terselimuti keadaan berkabung duka, Bu Wahyu tidak mau menunda-nunda waktu. beliau tidak mau terlalu lama menunggu informasi yang tak pasti. Kali ini beliau bertekat harus mendapatkan titik terang hari itu juga. Walaupun bukan Ibu kandung, namun sebagai Walikelas hati kecil Bu Wahyu merasa meliliki tanggung jawab dan sayang pada semua anak muridnya.  Bu Wahyu Sepulang mengajar langsung menuju rumah Ramadhan.

Bu Wahyu memasuki rumah Ramadhan sambil berharap kali ini sang narasumber utama, Ibunda Ramadhan, sudah melepas masa kabungnya dan memberi sedikit informasi tentang hilangnya Ramadhan. Walau pun rasa lelah menyelimuti tubuh Bu Wahyu seolah mengajaknya untuk menyerah, tetapi karena semangat dan rasa sayang sang wali kelas terhadap anak muridnya, Bu Wahyu menghiraukan rasa lelah tersebut.

“Ini semua salah saya,” perkataan yang mencengangkan datang dari mulut ibunda Ramadhan. “Kalau saja saya teh tidak melakukan hal bodoh itu, semua teh tidak akan jadi begini,” perkataan tersebut akhirnya terlontar setelah dua jam Bu Wahyu dan ibunda Ramadhan berbincang-bincang. Bu Wahyu memang sengaja membuat ibunda Ramadhan membuka mulut dengan mengolah obrolan perlahan-lahan menuju target utama.

“Maaf bu, saya kurang mengerti maksud ibu.”

“Hhhaaah,” sambil menghela nafas. “Jadi dulu di Bandung sebelum kami pindah ke Bekasi. Ramadhan punya temen dekat. Ia anak baru dari Jakarta namina teh Raka, ia anaknya nakal pisan, tapi bukan ieu masalahnya. Ia seorang pemakai dan pergaulannya bebas, terus lama-lama ayahnya tahu dan melarang mereka berteman dan mengajak pindah rumah.

“Oh begitu, lalu ?”

“Ramadhan bilang ia tidak akan terpengaruh dan Raka tidak akan memepengaruhinya karena Raka sudah berjanji. Kelihatannya juga hidupnya Ramadhan jadi lebih bahagia semenjak kenal Raka."

Raka memang berbeda dengan orang lainnya. Raka senang memakai barang haram itu tapi hanya untuk mengenang kekasih lamanya yang meninggal karena over dosis barang haram itu. Raka suka menceritakan Ramadhan cerita-cerita yang mengandung pelajaran tentang hidup dan hal itu telah merubah hidup Ramadhan yang sebelumnya tertutup menjadi terbuka pada siapa saja. Raka tidak pernah mengajak Ramadhan memakai barang haram tersebut. pernah sesekali Ramadhan mengajak bercanda dengan meminta sedikit barang haram itu ada di tubuhnya, Raka langsung marah-marah dan menamparnya.

“Lalu adakah hubungan Raka dengan hilangnya Ramadhan ?”

“Sebenarnya saya, iya saya yang menyuruh Ramadhan pergi. Jadi tiga hari hari sebelum hari sabtu, hari terakhir Ramadhan berada di rumah. Ia bertengkar hebat dengan ayahnya. Saya mencoba melerai mereka. Kemudian saya ajak Ramadhan bicara dan menjelaskan semuanya. Saya percaya pada Ramadhan, lalu muncul ide. Saya beri ia uang dan pembekalan lainnya untuk ia balik ke Bandung tanpa sepengetahuan ayahnya.”

“Ia benar-benar merasakan konflik batin yang berat, lalu ?”

“Saya antar ia ke terminal bus menuju Bandung. Saya ingat kata terakhir yang ia ucapkan. Ma.. sampeinkan maafku sama papa yah. Ma.. aku janji aku nggak akan pernah ngecewain mama. Di rumah saya lihat ponselnya tertinggal dan saya suruh tentenya dari Bandung mengantarkan ponsel itu beberapa hari yang lalu.”

“Jadi Ramadhan ada di rumah tantenya ?”

“Bukan, ia ngekos.”

“Oh..., oh ya maaf boleh saya tahu penyebab ayahnya Ramadhan... meninggal dunia?”

“Ia memang punya penyakit jantung. Semenjak kepergian Ramadhan, Ayahnya jadi murung terus. karna saya tidak tega, jadi saya ceritakan semuanya pada Ayahnya, tapi bukannya membaik malah ia harus di bawa ke rumah sakit. Kejadian itu terasa sangat cepat, mungkin karena stres yang berkepanjangan.”

 

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Ruang guru, keesokan harinya

“Assalamualaikum , Bu Wahyu semalam saya sudah coba telepon hapenya Ramadhan tapi yang angkat tentenya.”

“Iya ibu tahu hapenya ada di tantenya, oh ya semalam ibu juga sudah ke rumah Ramadhan. Ibunya Ramadhan juga sudah menceritakan semuanya. Nanti ibu mau hari Minggu kamu dan Friztka ikut ibu ke Bandung ke tempat Ramadhan.”

“Jadi Ibu sudah tahu keberadaan Ramadhan ?” senangnya Bintang mendengar hal tersebut. Bu Wahyu mengangguk. Tanpa sadar Bintang dan Friztka langsung memeluk bu Wahyu. “Alhamdulillah.”

 

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Bandung, Hari Minggu

Bu Wahyu, Bintang, dan Friztka pergi ke kediaman Ramadhan. Sampai di depan pintu kos-kosan Ramadhan mereka mengetuk pintu, tapi tak ada jawaban. sebenarnya dari kejauhan Ramadhan mengawasi mereka bertiga. Sejak mereka turun dari angkutan umum di seberang jalan Ramadhan sudah membututi mereka bertiga. Perlahan-lahan kaki Ramadhan melangkah agar mereka tidak curiga. Sesekali mereka curiga ada seseorang membuntuti mereka dan menoleh kebelakang, namun kemudian mereka abaikan pikian itu dan melanjutkan perjalanan. Tidak ingin lama-lama keberadaanya diketahui orang lain kecuali keluargannya Ramadhan bergegas pergi.

Bu Wahyu mencoba menelpon tante Ramadhan tapi ternyata ponselnya tidak mendapat sinyal. Mereka menunggu Ramadhan seharian di kos-kosan yang bisa dibilang sepi pengunjung dan jauh dari keramaian, berharap Ramadhan akan datang. Sampai akhirnya mereka memutuskan untuk kembali ke Bekasi.

Ketika di perjalanan menuju Bekasi, Bintang mendapat telepon dari Ramadhan. “Hallo, Bintang. Bin, sorry kamu sama bu Wahyu nggak usah repot-repot cari aku lagi yahh.... aku bahagia kok disini jadi kamu nggak usah khawatir yahh....”

“Iya, tapi kenapa?” tanya Bintang yang setengah tidak percaya Ramadhan menelponnya.

“Tenang aja, aku bahagia disini sama Raka sahabat terbaik aku. Bukan berarti kamu bukan sahabat terbaik aku. aku seneng aja sama dia. Dia itu beda, dia nggak pernah minta apa-apa dari aku walau pun dia tahu status aku anak siapa. aku juga udah tahu kok tentang papa aku, sedih sih.. tapi disisi lain aku juga bahagia.”

“Dhan.., Ini bu Wahyu mau ngomoo...”

“Ssssttt... udah nggak usah ngomong.” Ramadhan memotong. “Maaf, maaf, maa...ffff banget aku nggak punya waktu banyak. Salam aja yah.. buat anak-anak, bilang aku senang bisa belajar bareng mereka. Salam juga buat Bu Wahyu, sampein maaf aku udah bikin repot.”

“Tapiii....”

Tut...tut...tut... adalah suara terakhir yang terdengar dari ponsel Bintang. Sejak itu keberadaan Ramadhan makin sulit diketahui. Entah kemana Ramadhan pergi, beberapa kali ada yang memberi informasi tentang keberadaan Ramadhan. ada yang bilang kalau ia ada di tempat tantenya di Dago, di daerah Bandung. Ada juga yang bilang kalau ia ada di daerah pedalaman di Jakarta. Ada juga yang bilang kalau Ramadhan telah tiada. Keberadaan Ramadhan makin hari makin sulit di ketahui. Ia kini tidak pernah terlihat lagi, bahkan oleh keluarganya sendiri.