Ocean'o Writing

Home sweet home, home is wherever place you feel comfortable in. For me, the best place in Sekaran is my boarding house. In there I rest my exhausted body and burning mind from the long day activity. My boarding house is entitled Kos Cute. It is located in Gang Sirandu no 12 Sekaran Gunung Pati, right behind the wall of FBS faculty.

                It is not difficult to find my boarding house. It looks east with large yard. On the front of my boarding house, there are a coconut tree and 2 garbages. Its wall painted cream, there is a small veranda which leads to the two leaves door painted white. On the door, it was once attached the word CUTE, but right now the letter T is vanished, so it leaves only CUE word.

My boarding house is not the best boarding house ever. Comparing to the other, Kos Cute considered as bellow average boarding house. Actually, the location is nice but the facility is not. It consist of seven bedrooms, and three bathrooms, one living room and one garage. The living room is decorated by  4 wooden chairs and a table. There also a television and a mattress there to watch TV show comfortably. For each room, we are facilitated with a cupboard, a table, a plastic chair and a not so pleasant bed. The existence of a window for each rooms makes the healthful air flowing the room. Something missing from this boarding house is kitchen.

Right now there are 12 persons living under its roof, all of them are students from Art and Langage Faculty. The owner of Kos Cute is not living with us. Even so Kos cute is keep tidy and clean because it swept and moped everyday. All of the member make sure that our home is clean. If I can describe my boarding house with single word, I will called it Tokyo, a small area with lot of people live there and noises never absent, but it is still clean and we live happily there.

                

                Eggs are producted by female bird and have been consumed by human from a long period of time. They suppose to be a bird if they are laid by their mother. The egg which consumed by human is the unlaid one.

Egg’s shape is oval with a thin hard shell covered the white and the yolk. The shell which colour usually white or brown contains calcium carbonate and dissolve in various acid, that is why the eggshell is hard and cannot be consumed. Egg white is liquid part inside the shell. It consists of water and proteins with almost no fat. Its job is to protect the yolk. Egg yolk is the yellow/orange part in the center of the egg, it is round and firm contain protein and fat. As the yolk ages, they absorb water from egg white, increasing its size and volume.

Eggs are widely used in many type of dishes, the most common preparation method are scrambled, fried, boiled, omelettes and pickled. Sometimes it consumed raw, but the protein will increase into twice if it cooked. To preserve the egg, the most common method is to treat it with salt. Not only in culinary, eggs also popular in some tradition, one of them is in Easter tradition where eggs are painted and become the object of Easter egg hunt activity.

The Legend of Kawah Sikidang

 AN: Kawah Sikidang is a crater in Dieng Plateau, Banjarnegara.

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                Onne day, a prince named Kidang Garungan amazed with the figure of the princess. He wanted Shita Dewi become his spouse. With his beyond ordinary wealth, he proposed Shita Dewi. He sent the messengers to Shita Dewi.

                “Send this message to Shita Dewi: Just tell me everything you want, I will give it for you, everything, no matter what. The total wealth from people in this world is not compared with my uncountable wealthy” said Prince Kidang Garungan to the messengers.

                After say ‘yes’ the messegers went to Shinta Dewi’s palace. In the palace, they completed their task. The princess easily say yes. She was hipotized by the extraordinary wealth that Prince Garungan offered. Besides she believed that a very rich man like Prince Garungan must be have an extra ordinary handsomeness too.

                The messengers backed to Prince Garungan.  Prince Garungan was really happy because Shita Dewi accepted his proposal. The next day, he and his retinue headed to Shinta Dewi’s palace preparing the wedding ceremony. They brought the dowry, jewels, gold,  diamond, and lot of good.

                While Shita Dewi and his house had prepared a welcoming party to great her fiance. They prepared lot of food and entertainment. Shita Dewi waited Prince Garungan’s arrival by with an irresistible smile. But his smile faded imediately afer Prince Garungan appeared. Instead of a figure of handsome prince like she had imagined, Prince Garungan was a weird one. His body was human, but his head was a head of a deer!

“I am so dead. What kind of creature he is? What a joke it is? I do not want to marry a deer.” Shita Dewi whispered in her heart.

But it was no use crying over split milk. She could not cancel the proposal. Willy nilly she must marry with Prince Garungan. She had tried to face her fate, but her heart could not accept it. Then she was thinking so hard finding a way how to cahnge her horrible future. Before the wedding, she asked a Prince Garungan to make a large well in one night.

“You have to know, my prince. Our people always deal with water proplem. It is so hard to get watter here. So for the betterment of our land and future, I asked you to make a well by yourself alone as one prove of your love. Will you?”  With this non-sense request, she believed Prince Garungan would not make it. But she did not know that Prince Garungan had spiritual power.

“I will, sweet heart. Anything for you” answered the Prince then kissed her hand.

Right after that, he digged the Shita Dewi’s choosen land. He digged it by his barehand, sonetimes by his horns. Without any complain. His tired is not compared with his happiness imagining Shita Dewi’s happy smile – satisfied with his handmade well and prouded with her fiance.

When the well was almost done, panic-attact was crawiling on the heart of Shita Dewi. Her body was trembling. She is too afraid if Prince Garungan would make it. She started crying and thought so hard with her dumb head. Then she asked her men to heap the well up. Prince realized that he was going to burried alive after a piece after piece of soil hitted his head.

“My princess, stop it!” Price Garungan screamed his heart out.

The louder he screamed, the faster they burried him. His boddy was fully burried, he used his power to escape, then the well exploded. But they continued burry him, until Prince Garungan dead. In his last breath, he cursed Shita Dewi’s heir will have gimbal hair. While as the time past by, people named the exploded well Kawah Sikidang.

                One hot midday, it was very hot, too hot until my bone were melting. I was too afraid to move even for an inch, so I spent the day watching movie and drinking pop ice under the AC. It was a heaven activities in hell situation. All of sudden, my mom called my name and asked me to buy sugar in the shop.

                I did not want to go, my body was chilled just imagining of how hot it was walking outside burning under the sun, but I did not want my mom turning me into a stone like Malin Kundang. With a great unwillingness, I grabbed my brother’s hat – too lazy to look for an umbrella, and went to the shop.

                One step from  the door, it was hotter than my imagination. I did not want to walk on the street, which did not have any single shade, it will kill me. So I walked through neighbour’s yard, it saved my time even if  I had to pass some obstacles like stinky chicken coop, disturbing clothes line and wild dog.

In the shop, people were looking at me, whispering, sometimes giggling by themselves. I got the sugar.  Mission completed and it was time to back home. I was walking through the street since it was not as hat as minutes ago. People still looking at me, but I tried to ignore until my friend appeared and patted my soldier “Hey dude, you wear those kind of hat?”

“Yes, am I looked cool? It is because I am hot, wearing this hat refreshing my brain” I answered.

“But is it a new kind of fashion to put a red underwear on the hat?”

It happened 6 years ago, when I was in the 9th grade. It is about my teacher suspection toward my drawing work. Drawing is never be my skill, but I always try the best I can in every tasks my teachers gave.

                It started with my art teacher gave his students a task to draw whatever they wanted. I put off this task for later, until I realized that 6 days had passed, only one night left until the death line. I was burning candle from both ends during the night to complete my drawing task for tomorrow morning. I drew a simple picture, a fresh watermelon on the table and painted it with water colour.

                The next day, I did not confident with my work. I thought it was unartistic and bad. The teacher checked my work, he stared at my work for a long time. Suddenly, he spoke that it was not me who made this picture, someone must have done it for me. It could not be an art work of junior high school student because it was too beautiful and difficul, even he cannot draw it. In the one side I proud of myself but in the other I up set. I could not accept the fact that my teacher saw my hard-working art  as a cheating work. Moreover he said it with absolute judgement and mocking expression. I could see his eyes was burning a passion flame to embarass me.

                He dared me to prove that it was mine. The next week I draw and painted a picture using my own finger in front of his eyes and my friend’s. He amazed and believed. Without a single word, he left the class. He humiliated himself until had no guts to say sorry for giving negative judgement without a prove.

                I was not intend to embarass him, but I wanted to make him realized that a teacher should not underestimate their student just because he thought that a teacher was more expert.