in memoriam:atiek
-bagai daun belum sampai tanah
diam-diam menggenang kerinduan-
she was this ordinary working class girl. after high school she decided to go straight to work. her bit of sweet face put her in the position of SPG. a sales promotion girl.
i met her couple of years ago. she was working for my company back then. she was this high spirited girl, who talk quite a lot and loud, especially to those people that she think was working below par. she argued a lot. but she delivered top quality of work, so no one complained. me, i like her a lot.
when i offered her promotion to become supervisor, she refused. behind her very confident look, she was shy. she said she didn't have enough background to be supervisor. i gave the job to another girl. the second time there's another opening, i asked her again, and this time she said yes. her answer was simple. she needs the money ( and i remember it made me feel a little bit hurt since my salary was 10 times higher from her, and i was actually don't need the money since my late husband earned 5 times higher than i was).
we got close. we talked a lot. with other two girl supervisors, we used to go around jakarta visiting stores, chatted, have lunch together.
the last time i talked to her was before i resigned, we talked about family. she talked about her learning to use the motorcycle, since using the bus was taking too much time and money. she talked about her son, who called her auntie, because she was never at home, always working till late, 'and it makes me cry,' she said,'but of course he wouldn't understand that i have no other choice. to keep it going, both of us need to go to work'. and she smiled. she always smile.
after i resigned, the communication went on. she once asked my advice on her moving to new assignment. sometimes she email me just to said hi and how much she missed me (she said actually she missed tahu sumedang that i used to bring to the meeting for breakfast).
a month ago, maya, another girl supervisor email me and said that this girl was ill, and she was taken to bandung to rest. and i told maya that i would visit her, but then my schedule went crazy and i completely forgot about it.
this afternoon, when i texted maya for idul fitri, she texted me back.'Bu, teh Atiek meninggal tadi pagi.' and i went blank. i called maya. she said, it's her lungs that fails her. her job was eating her alive.
she was only 26 years old. her son is 5 years old. i bet he still called her auntie. and i just felt so cold, so lonely, so sad, and i cried. i want to scream that this is so unfair, so unfair. how could it be? she was so nice...and i keep thinking, who will buy the milk for her son? they need the two of them to keep it going, remember?
You set a very sad tone for Idul Fitri, Atiek...
Oh, God, how fragile human are...
diam-diam menggenang kerinduan-
she was this ordinary working class girl. after high school she decided to go straight to work. her bit of sweet face put her in the position of SPG. a sales promotion girl.
i met her couple of years ago. she was working for my company back then. she was this high spirited girl, who talk quite a lot and loud, especially to those people that she think was working below par. she argued a lot. but she delivered top quality of work, so no one complained. me, i like her a lot.
when i offered her promotion to become supervisor, she refused. behind her very confident look, she was shy. she said she didn't have enough background to be supervisor. i gave the job to another girl. the second time there's another opening, i asked her again, and this time she said yes. her answer was simple. she needs the money ( and i remember it made me feel a little bit hurt since my salary was 10 times higher from her, and i was actually don't need the money since my late husband earned 5 times higher than i was).
we got close. we talked a lot. with other two girl supervisors, we used to go around jakarta visiting stores, chatted, have lunch together.
the last time i talked to her was before i resigned, we talked about family. she talked about her learning to use the motorcycle, since using the bus was taking too much time and money. she talked about her son, who called her auntie, because she was never at home, always working till late, 'and it makes me cry,' she said,'but of course he wouldn't understand that i have no other choice. to keep it going, both of us need to go to work'. and she smiled. she always smile.
after i resigned, the communication went on. she once asked my advice on her moving to new assignment. sometimes she email me just to said hi and how much she missed me (she said actually she missed tahu sumedang that i used to bring to the meeting for breakfast).
a month ago, maya, another girl supervisor email me and said that this girl was ill, and she was taken to bandung to rest. and i told maya that i would visit her, but then my schedule went crazy and i completely forgot about it.
this afternoon, when i texted maya for idul fitri, she texted me back.'Bu, teh Atiek meninggal tadi pagi.' and i went blank. i called maya. she said, it's her lungs that fails her. her job was eating her alive.
she was only 26 years old. her son is 5 years old. i bet he still called her auntie. and i just felt so cold, so lonely, so sad, and i cried. i want to scream that this is so unfair, so unfair. how could it be? she was so nice...and i keep thinking, who will buy the milk for her son? they need the two of them to keep it going, remember?
You set a very sad tone for Idul Fitri, Atiek...
Oh, God, how fragile human are...
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