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Splat’s Journal

Have you ever feel you want to have something of your own? Something alive, something warm that you can touch and cuddle, something as the target of your emotional attention? Something to love… and love you just the way you are. No ego, just love. Have you ever (desperately) want to have your own pet? I do.

August 26th, 2015

2:00 p.m.

I hear it. Meowing. Loud. I know it is a kitten. My heart beat. Am I too dramatic? I try to find it. And there it is, stuck under the parked waste truck. A kitten. Black color. Black eyes. Black moustache (for sure) and long tail. A cute cat with the beautiful, curious-but-little-bit-sneaking-eyes staring at me.

It is a boy.

The prediction of his age is about one week. I decide to adopt him.

2:57 p.m.

Preparation must be made: Text friends, text mom, googling, ask friends to text their veterinarian friends for information. I need advice. I need to know 1001 ways how to raise a kitten.

6:46 p.m


This is him. After bath. Isn’t he cute?

9.48 p.m

He is clean. Smells good. Full of soya milk. And sleep like a baby.

I feel so happy. My heart explode in joy. I’m in love with this kitten. I see him as miracle.

And I name him Splat. Just like Splat the Cat – from story book children written by Rob Cotton.

August 27th, 2015

5.15 a.m.

Oh Well, I’m not ready to have a baby. I hear him crying at 5.15 a.m. meowing more powerful than my alarm. He is meowing until 8 a.m.!

11.34 a.m.


Splat is at work with me now.

After running around (he is still learning how to run, soon to be pro) he is tired then fall asleep next to my laptop. Leave me work in peace. I am a happy mommy!

12.59 p.m.

The nightmare begin.

He is pooping. Diarrhea. Wrong milk I guess. I must change the choice of milk. Oh.., and he is pooping at the wrong place. Nightmare for me. It means messy clean up.

Now I’m thinking about A to Z how to treat him pooping in the right place.

3:54 p.m.

Splat has parasite. Parasitic worm. Helminth.

He turns my world upside down.  I’m running around to find fresh Etawa goat milk, a cage (a good friend help me to get a cage), some vitamins, and helminthic.

7.25 p.m.

Medication and treatment applied.  Splat is clean again, smells good again, he drinks the helminthic in small dosage, fill full, and sleep inside his warm cage.

August 28th, 2015

Around 2 a.m.

I know he is awake.

Chewing his kitten food… then back to sleep.

9.45 a.m.

Good news: This time, Splat sleeping until 9.45 a.m.

Bad news: Diarrhea still goes on. The death worms in his poop is found.

Some decision made: No more milk. Splat will only consume mixed honey and water, mixed honey and yolk, and soaked kitten snack (if he has appetite to chew something).

1.59 p.m.

Pooping. More death worms is found. And Splat is not happy with that. And so I am. He is stress. Me too. He is mad. He wants to go out from the cage but I don’t let him to. I clean him, feed him, clean the cage, and make him sleep.

2.41 p.m.

Pooping again and twice more death worm in the poop.

I think this is my limit. I really wish this is the last death worm. But unfortunately, it’s just the beginning.

22.00 p.m

Hard day. More poop and more groups of death worms. Mad Splat mood sometimes, cry meowing another time. But Splat is good kitten. Never give me trouble at feeding time. He is also discipline with his sleeping schedule. And still cute.

He will be alright. After the worm issue gone he will be back to normal. Splat will be a healthy cat, fat, strong, naughty, and as cute as hell. I think he is agree with me. He is sleeping like a baby through the night.

August 29th, 2015.

07.00 a.m.

Splat is awake.

Little bit dirty. And stinky.

Fast clean up. Mixed honey and yolk for breakfast is given.

I have to leave him for field work. It is not easy. But my good friend will look after him when I’m gone. I’ll be back around 12 p.m.

11.50 a.m.

Text info from my good friend.

Splat update:

  • Meowing all the time
  • But feeding time has no problem
  • The group of death worms issue still continuing
  • Splat says… “LET ME OUT FROM THE CAGE!” (such a rebel he is)
  • Diarrhea getting worse.

I panic.

1.30 p.m.

Feeding Splat with mixed honey and yolk. Then he sleeps.

He is a bit weak…

2.12 p.m.

Text friends… talk to some friends…. ask more advice.

I think I need veterinarian.

Situation: for some reason I am broke. Vet is not cheap. At this situation I know that money can’t buy me love, but at particular time extra penny is really needed.

But I am not a give up kind of person. I will find the way. And I have lots of helpful friends with tons of information. (God bless them).

2:56 p.m.

I got the contact of BAWA – Bali Animal Welfare Association. One of their program is 24/7 free animal ambulance service. Thanks God… universe helps us.

3.00 p.m.

I text my first contact of BAWA.

He is no longer working with BAWA. He gives me another contact.

3.07 p.m.

I text my second contact of BAWA. As he is not responsible with the ambulance program, he gives me another contact.

3.15 p.m.

I text my third contact of BAWA. Text unseen. No respond.

4.18 p.m.

I call and call my third contact. No answer. I think she is busy with the ambulance.

4.20 p.m.

I text my second contact again. Tell him the situation. I need another contact.

Splat is getting weaker.

4.35 p.m.

I text Hayu, my very friend. Update her. I feel like crazy, I need to talk to someone.

A lot of conversation with Hayu.

Then Hayu says… take Splat to the nearest clinic. Let him get help, pay later!

4.43 p.m.

I got another contact. My fourth contact of BAWA.

I text her and tell the situation. No respond.

4.52 p.m.

I call my fourth contact. She is on the line.

She is promise to get the people in charge to help Splat. Means, she will try to get my third contact to be connected with me.

I wait.

5.20 p.m

Googling. Try to find the nearest animal clinic in town. I will do what Hayu suggest me to do.

5.28 p.m.

My third contact of BAWA gives respond.

She asks my address and tell me that the vet is on the way.

I cry.

6.46 p.m.


I feel so grateful. I like BAWA.

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That is Splat examined by the vet.

The results of medical examination:

  • No virus found.
  • Parasite worm. Positive. And it cause diarrhea.
  • No medicine, vitamin, or antibiotic given. Splat is too young for that.
  • Splat is better be with me then stay in clinic with other sick animals.
  • Mixed water and honey + mixed honey and yolk must continue given.
  • Mixed water and honey must be given every two hours. It will be help him from dehydration caused by diarrhea.
  • Keep him in good mood.
  • And many more advice.

I feel optimist. Splat and I will be just find.

I set up my alarm. It will ring me every two hours – for Splat’s “drinking” project.

10.30 p.m.

Drinking time for Splat. He is shivering. He needs more light bulb.

I squeeze him with my woolen gloved hand. Make him warm again.

He likes it. He likes it more when I scratch his neck. I tell him, if he became a good boy and cooperate with the drinking session, I will reward him with neck scratching.

His gloomy black eyes stares at me. I cry again.


10.48 p.m.


I take his photo and said… “Later when you get well… you and I will laughing at this photo together”

I think I’m crazy talk to a kitten. But I don’t care.

August 30th, 2015

1.15 a.m.

Splat condition is getting worse. He is not strong enough to stand.

But he is a kitten brave. I like this little kitten spirit.

1.37 a.m.

Have you ever feel… you want to let go something, but at the same time you do not want to let go it. It is so unbearable to see him in pain.

I speak to a kitten again. I tell him… it is okay to give up. It is all right.

I tell him… but if he want to struggle… I am always with him. I will help.

Sobbing and more sniffing is not help. I have to stop crying or I will make him stress.

1.48 a.m.

Splat farting. Out loud. Can you believe that?

Well… if farting can help to heal his tummy ache, he can fart as much as he want. I don’t mind.

2.37   a.m.

He pukes. Thick-clear-liquid.

3.24 a.m.

I think he is half faint. So weak.

I text Hayu again. I need to talk to someone. God bless her, she is on line.

I keep update Hayu about Splat condition. She knows a lot about cat. And she is a cat lover. She will understand how I fell.

3.31 a.m.

Splat is pooping while lay down.

I clean it. I know he likes it clean.

No death worm this time.

3.46 a.m.

Hayu asks me to check Splat’s skin. Pitch the nape. If the skin is not back after I pitch it… means he is dehydration.

And he is. I worry and scared.

3.58 a.m.

Drinking time again.

It is getting hard for me to feed him. He refuses to open his mouth. He doesn’t want me to put his pacifier on his mouth.

He is so weak. And so suffer. I beg to God to make it quick, recover or death.

4.37 a.m.

Restless Splat.

I cry.

5.20 a.m.

More poop. Diarrhea.

I give him more drink. He drinks it this time. Good boy.

He sleeps. I think his tummy feel little bit better after poop.

5.40 a.m.

Restless again.

5.58 a.m.

He is shivering.

Around 6 a.m.

I try to make him warm. Squeeze him again.

He sleeps now.

I take his photo again.


6.08 a.m.

I have to sleep little bit. But I think I cannot sleep.

I keep evaluate my way of nursing Splat.

Some errors I’ve made:

  1. I gave him shower. Twice. I made him stress.
  2. I did not pay much attention on dehydration issue.
  3. I was too lazy to give him drink every two hours since the beginning.
  4. I HATE WORM. Worm that live inside the living tummy!
  5. I wish I have my mom’s instinct. Many abandoned kitten survive in her hand.

7.52 a.m.

I felt asleep.

Message tone wake me up. Someone from BAWA text me. Says… BAWA will come to check Splat. Isn’t it a good news? They are awesome. I really like BAWA!

7.55 a.m.

I open his cage. He so quiet. No move, no sound (usually he moves his little ear little bit every time I open his cage).

I touch his belly under his blue blanket… then I know he is not there anymore.

He left me… he left me when I was asleep.

Splat is death…. and me, broken-hearted.


9.01 a.m.

I bury him.


Good bye, Splat… R.I.P.

Thank you for giving me chance to look after you. Thank you for being my pet.

My 5 days pet.


Paddy - PC: Sandika

Farmer is Superman


This photo was taken couple years ago… at one of my hiking trip in Sembalun Village – Lombok Island. For the warming up, my hiking partner an I walk around the village enjoying the view of agriculture land… rice fields, vegetables…

Then I met a farmer who carried paddy using bamboo stick. He walked so easy, swinging between the rice fields like he was not loaded any onus at all… And off course… I felt curious and eager to test the weight.



I said “hi” to him, and let him know my thinking… he gave me big smile… friendly farmer kind…

When I told him I want to try to carry his load… his smile got bigger… but he let me did… And I tell you now, it was soooo heavy! I thought I would broke my bones if I kept shoulder it…

Well, farmer is the real Superman. Not only because of their strength …but also for each grain of rice I eat every day :)

Thanks dear farmer,-

Photo by: Putri Ayusha


Wednesday, December 10, 2014



Focus on the left side. Focus on that cute-silly-face. She is one of my dearest friends; Putri Ayusha.

I just viewed my mobile galleries and found this photo which brought me back to a moment….

Couple weeks ago, in one of my work-trip, she took me to Kineruku, the book corner. A nice place to read in Bandung, West Java.

After ordered some beverages to drink, searched some books to read, she sat next to me with an orange book in her hand.

Photo by: Putri Ayusha

Photo by: Putri Ayusha

From a quick glance I saw the tittle: “Love”. Then we stared to each other. From her eyes I can read what she tried to say to me “Hey, look what I found! Treasure!” And me… as always; underestimate everything (my negative side I hate but hard to change).

She opened the first page, then second page, third… fourth… Wait! It was not a book about stupid love between two teenagers as I thought before. It was…illustrated book. Colorful pages. It was interesting children book!

Putri only needed five minutes to read it. With her winning face she slide the book to me… then together we read…

Love is a simple book about abandon-unwanted little girl who will teaches us about LOVE. Simply written but successfully will grabbed your emotion.

I ended up with crying, sniffing my nose, shed my tears, while sat on a chair in the main table with other readers next to us. And Putri, off course… laughing out on that silly situation.

I’ve learnt two things from that book:

  1. There is no naughty children in this world. If you find one naughty, he/she maybe just lonely. All a child needs is just little attention, patience, and LOVE.
  2. Do not underestimate something you don’t know. ‘Don’t judge the book from the tittle’ is very well said.


Aku Lupa Sejarah Bangsa!

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Bandung sea of fire. What happened in Bandung that day? tanya seorang teman berkebangsaan Amerika.

Beberapa jam kemudian, di pojok ruangan…. an fb chat is open.. conversation began between me and an old pal

Me: Mbakyu, jika ada teman (non Indonesian) bertanya padamu secara tiba-tiba… apa yang terjadi di Bandung saat sejarah Bandung Lautan Api… apakah Dirimu langsung bisa menjawabnya…? atau harus Googleing dulu?
Mbakyu: Googleing dulu untuk memberikan jawaban yang dapat dipertanggungjawabkan.
Me: ..tapi masalahnya, kau dan dia sedang ditengah sawah misalnya (atau lokasi lain yang serupa) direct conversation… dan tidak bisa Googleing at that time… kira-kira bisa jawab gak?
Mbakyu: ..maka alihkan pertanyaan dia dengan apa yang sedang anda berdua hadapi saat itu; keindahan sawah

(Si mbakyu yang satu ini memang terkenal kreatif)

Me: That happened to me mbak… and I said… ‘I don’t remember…’ Lalu sambil malu aku mulai bertanya-tanya dalam hati… “apakah hanya aku saja, anak Indonesia yang tidak hapal sejarah bangsanya?”….
Mbakyu: Tenang, menjadi satu-satunya anak Indonesia yang tidak hapal sejarah bangsanya bukanlah sesuatu yang terlalu buruk… *puk puk puk
Me: Jadi Anda hapal sejarah Bandung Lautan Api ya!!??
Tentu TIDAK!!


Tidak puas, saya lanjutkan survey pada beberapa teman yang lain dan mendapatkan jawaban yang nyaris sama; “tidak ingat!“the done is done” “biarlah sejarah menjadi masa lalu“… …

Lalu, apa yang salah disini….?

Saya ingat saat SD, guru seni suara menyuruh kami menghafal lagu Halo Halo Bandung dan menyanyikanya di depan kelas. Liriknya simple saja, mudah dihapal… Saya juga ingat, saat itu ada seorang teman yang menyanyikannya dengan asal-asalan dan Si Guru Seni Suara melotot sambil marah “Yang semangat!! Nyanyi Halo Halo Bandung itu harus Semangat!! Nangis pahlawanmu nanti kalau kamu nyanyinya lemes. Ayo ulangi!

Dan sepanjang ingatan saya dalam mata pelajaran sejarah adalah; guru menyuruh kami mencatat… mencatat.. dan mencatat lagi. Banyak sekali catatan… sejak SD sampai SMA. Setelah mencatat, kami diminta mengahafal… menghafal… dan menghafal agar bisa menjawab soal ulangan.

Apakah setelah ulangan kami boleh melupakan apa yang kami hafal? Memang tidak pernah ada murid yang menanyakan demikian, tapi itulah yang banyak terjadi; Saya melupakannya, tepat setelah kertas ulangan saya kumpulkan.

Jika guru sejarah punya metode mengajar sejarah yang tidak hanya sekedar mencatat dan menghafal, tapi lebih pada memahami sebuah kisah sejarah, mengkritisi, dan menghayati nilai-nilai dibaliknya… mungkin Pelajaran Sejarah akan punya makna yang berbeda; as a lesson to learn,  not only a subject to remember.

Putus asa mengingat tentang sejarah Bandung Lautan Api, akhirnya saya Googleing dan mendapatkan jawabannya:

Peristiwa Bandung Lautan Api adalah peristiwa kebakaran besar yang terjadi di kota Bandung, provinsi Jawa Barat, Indonesia pada 23 Maret 1946. Dalam waktu tujuh jam, sekitar 200.000 penduduk Bandung membakar rumah mereka, meninggalkan kota menuju pegunungan di daerah selatan Bandung. Hal ini dilakukan untuk mencegah tentara Sekutu dan tentara NICA Belanda untuk dapat menggunakan kota Bandung sebagai markas strategis militer dalam Perang Kemerdekaan Indonesia.

Sekarang saya paham, kenapa para pahlawan akan menangis jika generasi muda menyanyikan lagu Halo Halo Bandung sambil malas-malasan.















Nusa Penida, October 17, 2013 -THE FIGHT to save the one of the world’s most endangered birds, the Bali starling, just got a major boost with the hatching of four healthy tiny chicks at Friends of the National Parks Foundation’s (FNPF) center on Nusa Penida island.

The tiny chicks, hatched about a fortnight ago, are the offspring of two pairs of birds at our community center in the island’s Ped village.

We brought the hatchlings’ parents, from West Java’s Soehana Oetodjo, one of Indonesia’s most experienced Bali Starling breeders, to Nusa Penida last December in the hope they would breed. They came with six other Bali starlings, which were released on nearby Lembongan island.


 One of the four healthy chicks at FNPF’s community center on Nusa Penida island

“It’s very exciting – these are the first offspring after 10 months,” says FNPF’s Founder and CEO, Dr I.G.N. Bayu Wirayudha. “We would like to show to people interested in the captive breeding of starlings for conservation that you don’t need fancy cages. We used very simple, secure, inexpensive enclosures, which met wildlife welfare standards – something that people on Nusa Penida can copy.

“Also we trained our local staff to breed the birds, showing you don’t need any specialist skill to do this – it’s very much about how much you care about the birds,” he says.

FNPF is a grassroots conservation NGO, working to protect wildlife and its habitat, at the same time as supporting local communities. Our projects have been recognized by global organizations such as the United Nations Development Programme and the Whitley Fund for Nature.

FNPF has transformed Nusa Penida, 14km off the coast of Bali, into an unofficial bird sanctuary and a haven for the Bali starling. We gained the trust of the 46 villages and persuaded each to introduce traditional Ballinese regulations to protect endangered birds and Bali’s emblem bird, the Bali Starling (Leucopsar rothschildi), from poachers and wildlife traders.

Today the sanctuary, which also takes in two nearby islands, is estimated to be home to more than 100 Bali starlings. When we started in 2006 there were believed to be less than 10 of these birds surviving in the wild.

FNPF’s Nusa Penida Bird Keeper Nengah Sudipa, himself a former wild bird poacher, is rapt with the new arrivals. “I am so happy.”

He helped to select the birds that would be kept for breeding from 10 Bali starlings that arrived last year. “I watched for 10 days and finally determined the two pairs that looked harmonious and often sing together. After four months, I was worried because the birds only make nests and did not lay the eggs.”

Nengah was thinking about releasing the starlings because they didn’t seem interested in breeding. “Luckily, God answered my question. The next morning when I cleaned the nest box it contained two chicks. I am so happy and busy going back and forth to make sure they are healthy. Two days later, two tiny chicks hatched again from the next cage.”

Dr Wirayudha says next year some of the hatchlings will be released on Nusa Penida, and some loaned to local people interested in getting involved in captive breeding. “Whoever is given the opportunity of a breeding loan should return at least double the number of birds that they receive, and those birds can then be released back on Penida.”

FNPF has won the ongoing commitment and support of the Penida communities to help protect birds through its work operating a variety of community development and community education projects, all of which bring social and economic benefits to the local residents.

We rely solely on donations to fund our work saving the endemic a Bali starling. Please support our project by sponsoring the rehabilitation and release of a Bali starling or Sponsor a Bali Starling nestbox and we will attach a plaque in your name. Thank you to Alan El Kadhi for covering the cost of purchasing these 10 Bali starlings.

For more information or to arrange an interview please contact FNPF’s Communication Manager Kirana Agustina on (+62361) 977978 or at :info@fnpf.org.


“Serius?! You kill the snakes for bag?!!

Saya belum pernah semarah ini sebelumnya. Beberapa menit yang lalu saya melihat seorang teman meng-upload fotonya di facebook. Pertama saya penasaran dengan fotonya, kelihatan tidak umum. Ternyata setelah saya amati lagi itu adalah foto ular mati yang digantung. Ada sekitar 6 atau 7 ekor ular. Jenisnya kalau tidak salah adalah Boa atau Phiton. Besar-besar. Mulut ular-ular itu dipaku pada sebuah kayu yang tergantung horisontal di atap. Dan teman saya berpose manis di samping mayat ular yang berjajar.

Kemudian saya membaca komen-komen yang muncul, kebanyakan komen “positif” seperti ‘Keren & Cool’. Saya tidak habis pikir, sebelah mananya yang keren!! Dan akhirnya ada komen teman saya yang menjelaskan bahwa itu adalah foto ular-ular yang akan dijadikan TAS! “Silahkan mampir, tempatnya tidak jauh dari kantor, Ellys jangan lupa beli, sedang produksi.”

Tanpa pikir dua kali saya klik comment box dan mengetik “Serius?! You kill the snake for bag!??” dan muncullah komen-komen miring mengikuti seperti “Kasihan ularnya T_T…. ” dsb.

Beberapa menit kemudian, foto itu hilang “This content is currently unavailable” sepertinya sudah di remove oleh yang punya.

Mungkin ini hanya perasaan saya, tapi saya melihat ada kesan Pro-pembantaian Ular dari foto dan komentar yang ada. Bukannya saya Sok konservasi, tapi masalahnya teman saya itu bekerja di BKSDA SKW II Pangkalan Bun. Sebuah Balai Konservasi Sumber Daya Alam Kalimantan Tengah, yang mempunyai tugas penyelenggaraan konservasi sumber daya alam hayati dan ekosistemnya dan pengelolaan kawasan cagar alam, suaka margasatwa, taman wisata alam, koordinasi teknis pengelolaan taman hutan raya dan hutan lindung.

Saya berhak marah dan jengkel bukan?


Monster di Ararimba

Di hutan Ararimba tinggalah beberapa binatang yang saling bersahabat. Mereka adalah Atta si semut, Buffy kupu-kupu, Bumbee sang kelinci, dan Tooty burung kecil.

Tooty burung kecil adalah seekor bayi burung, tetapi ia sudah bisa terbang dan bernyanyi. Burung kecil yang malang ini tidak mempunyai papa dan mama, ia hidup sebatang kara. Telurnya menetas karena hangat sinar matahari dan karena sahabat-sahabatnya menjaga telur itu dengan sangat baik.

Meskipun demikian, Tooty tidak pernah bersedih, ia selalu menyambut hari dengan riang, dengan senyumnya dan nyanyian gembira yang tidak pernah berhenti terdengar di Ararimba.

Tetapi hari ini lain. Ararimba tampak berbeda, tidak ada lagu gembira dari Tooty burung kecil. Ararimba bersedih hari ini.

“Aku takut.” Kata Tooty tiba-tiba dari pucuk batang pohon.

”Apakah itu yang membuatmu berhenti bernyanyi hari ini tooty?” tanya Atta si semut dengan lembut.

”Hu uh.” Tooty mengangguk lemas.

”Tapi apa yang kau takutkan Tooty?” tanya Buffy kupu-kupu.

”Aku telah melihat Monster!” jawab Tooty.

”Monster!!” seketika Bummbee sang kelinci berhenti mengunyah wortelnya. Dengan kacau ia berusaha bersembunyi diantara semak-semak yang tidak mampu menutupi tubuhnya yang gendut. ”Dimana monsternya…? dimana…?!!” Bumbee mulai berteriak-teriak ketakutan.

”Diamlah Bumbee… biarkan Tooty bercerita” kata Buffy kesal.

”Apakah kau bermimpi bertemu monster Totty?” Atta selalu menjadi yang paling sabar dan bijaksana di antara mereka.

”No…no…. tidak teman-teman…. aku benar-benar melihatnya. Hiks..hiks… huaaa…huaa….” Totty burung kecil mulai menangis dengan nyaring.

”Cup cup cup… diamlah Totty… katakan kepada kami apa yang sedang terjadi!” kata buffy dengan frustasi berusaha membuat teman kecilnya berhenti menangis, ia sibuk beterbangan ke sana kemari.

”Dimana kau melihatnya tooty? Seperti apa bentuknya? Maukah kau berhenti menangis dan menceritakanya kepada kami?” kata Atta si semut.

”Aku melihatnya tadi saat aku melatih sayapku, terbang ke sudut timur Ararimba. Monster itu menakutkan! Sangat besar, berwarna buruk, dan berbau busuk. Hua….hua…. hua…..” Totty mengakhiri cerita singkatnya dengan menangis lagi.

”Kalau kami memintamu mengantarkan kami ke tempat monster itu apakah kau berani Totty?”

”Kami? Apa maksudmu dengan kami Bumbee?” tanya Buffy curiga.

”Kami, berarti Atta, kau, dan aku. Karena kita tidak akan tahu pasti bagaimana harus bertindak jika kita tidak melihatnya sendiri.” tidak seekorpun dari mereka tahu darimana Bumbee mendapatkan keberaniannya. Tetapi mereka setuju dengan ide itu dan meminta Totty burung kecil untuk menjadi pemberani dan mengantar mereka ke tempat Monster itu tinggal.


Keempat sahabat itu berjalan menyusuri jalur kecil Ararimba yang mengarah ke sudut timur. Mereka berjuang untuk menyembunyikan rasa takut yang datang. Sudut timur Araimba sangat gelap, pepohan disana jauh lebih lebat dari sudut Ararimaba yang lain. Mereka semua mengakui bahwaTotty burung kecil cukup berani untuk melatih sayapnya sampai kesana.

Jauh didepan sana dedaunan saling bertaut. Sangat sulit untuk melihat apa yang ada dibaliknya. Perlahan-lahan angin yang bertiup membawa serta bau busuk yang menyengat.

”Kita sudah dekat dengan tempat monster itu tinggal.” suara Totty terdengar sangat ketakutan.

”Baunya busuk sekali. Lebih bau daripada kentut Paman Musang yang tinggal disebelah sarangku.” kata Bumbee berusaha bercanda untuk mengatasi rasa takut mereka. Paling tidak ia berhasil membuat teman-temanya tertawa.

Lebat dedaunan mulai tersibak. Sebagian dari sesuatu yang aneh tampak oleh mereka.

”Oh! Itu monsternya!” kata Totty memberi tahu teman-temannya.

”Aaaarrrrghhhh…….!!!” Buffy kupu-kupu menjerit spontan. Suaranya membuat teman-temanya yang lain terkejut.

”Buffy jangan menjerit, monster itu mungkin akan medengarmu.” kata Atta dengan sabar.

”Kalau sekali lagi kau menjerit, aku akan menyembunyikanmu diantara bulu-buluku. Dasar penakut!” ancam bumbee dengan serius

”Aku kan kupu-kupu perempuan, jadi wajar saja kalau aku takut.”  kata Buffy tak mau kalah. ”Coba saja kalau kau berani menyembunyikanku diantara bulu-bulumu Bumbee, aku akan membuat kulitmu gatal!”

”Teman-teman jangan ribut.” Totty burung kecil berusaha membuat kedua temannya berhenti bertengkar dengan suaranya yang nyaring. Mereka bertiga menjadi sangat ribut dan Atta si semut yang mungil itu hanya bisa melotot ke arah kawan-kawannya.

Tiba-tiba mereka mendengar suara lain yang bukan suara salah satu dari mereka.

”Sssssstttt! Ssssssst…….!!!”

Keempat sahabat itu terkejut ketakutan. Mereka saling berpelukan erat saat suara itu terdengar lagi.


Semak-semak didepan mereka mulai bergerak-gerak, dan munculah seekor ular.

”Ssssssttt… kalian jangan berisik! Kami para binatang penghuni Ararimba sedang mengamati gunung busuk.” kata si ular menjelaskan

”Gunung busuk….?” keempat sahabat itu bertanya bersamaan dengan heran.

Berkumpulah dengan kami.” undang si ular mengajak keempat sahabat itu memasuki semak belukar.

Diantara semak-semak itu, telah berkumpul hewan-hewan penghuni Ararimba.

”Halo teman-teman.” sapa Sang Singa.

”Halo Tuan Singa.” sahut Atta dengan ramah.

”Kalian pasti datang kemari karena penasaran dan ingin melihat apa yang menyebakan bau busuk di Ararimba bukan?”

”Tooty burung kecil teman kami bilang, ada monster besar bebau busuk di Ararimba.” Atta menjelaskan dengan sopan.

Lihatlah lebih dekat kawa-kawan. Maka kita akan tahu seperti apa monster itu.” jawab Sang Singa.

Keempat sahabat itu berjalan perlahan, mengintip diantara belukar, untuk melihat lebih dekat sumber bau busuk yang telah mencemari Ararimba. Dengan ragu-ragu mereka menjulurkan kepala mereka untuk melihat lebih jelas. Ada sesuatu yang sangat besar, menyerupai gunung, warnanya sangat aneh dan terlihat kotor, dan baunya tidak diragukan lagi, sangat busuk. Monster itu memang lebih mirip gunung. Tidak ada yang tahu pasti dimana letak mata, hidung, telingan dan mulutnya.

”Apakah monster itu sedang tertidur Tuan Singa?” tanya Bumbee sang kelinci.

”Sebenarnya dia bukan monster. Tidak seperti yang kalian bayangkan.” kata Sang Singa. ”Gunung busuk itu adalah timbunan sampah, manusia membuang sampah mereka hingga menggunung dan mengotori Ararimba.”

”Sampah…? apakah gunung sampah busuk itu sama berbahayanya dengan monster, Tuan Singa?” tanya Tooty bersungguh-sungguh.

”Benar nak, gunung sampah busuk itu sama berbahaynya dengan monster. jika manusia hanya menimbunnya saja, maka hutan kita suatu hari nanti akan tertutup sampah. Dan hujan yang akan turun beberapa bulan lagi akan membuat gunung sampah busuk itu berserakan dimana-mana dan sangat mungkin terjadi banjir yang bercampur dengan sampah.”

”Lantas apa yang bisa kita lakukan?” tanya Atta sungguh-sungguh ingin tahu.

”Mencari tempat tinggal yang lebih baik. Mencari hutan lain yang lebih baik.” jawab Sang Singa pelan.

”Lantas bagaimana kalau Ararimba adalah hutan terakhir, bagaimana jika semua hutan di bumi telah habis dan rusak?” tanya Bumbee khawatir.

”Adakah tempat lain untuku bernyanyi Tuan Singa?” tanya Tooty sedih.

”Aku minta maaf kalau tidak bisa menemukan tempat yang lebih bagus agar kau bisa bernyanyi lagi Tooty. Tapi kita akan berusaha dan aku akan sangat sedih kalau tidak bisa mendengarmu bernyanyi lagi.”

Hewan-hewan penghuni Ararimba menunduk sedih dan berdo’a dalam hati, berharap semuanya akan baik-baik saja.

  Sanur, 24 Januari 2008 – 5:58 pm

(by: Frilia)

Sebuah cerita pendek tentang sampah yang saya tulis empat tahun yang lalu; atas permintaan teman untuk buletin Pendidikan Lingkungan yang mereka terbitkan :)