ME AND ‘MA LIFE

Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roojiuun…

Setelah berbulan-bulan bertanya-tanya, akhirnya terjawab sudah dengan keterangan dari penjaga pom bensin di Sukun. Ternyata Pak Misbar sudah meninggal setelah sempat sakit beberapa waktu.

After few months wondering, finally, I finally got an info from the man at the gas station. Pak Misbar passed away after sick for a while.

Sebenernya aku juga nggak tahu siapa nama sebenarnya. Kusebut Pak Misbar karena itu yang tertulis di tenda tempat dia jualan mi dan nasi goreng. Mungkin karena pada saat awal jualan gak pake tenda, jadi misbar, kalau gerimis bubar…

I don’t know exactly what,s his name. I called him so, because that’s the writing on his tend where he sell fried rice and noodle. May be coz at the beginning, he didn’t use tend. So when rain falls, spread out…

Pak Misbar itu penjual nasi goreng terenak di Semarang (versi aku). Aromanya khas…. Dan harganya sangat terjangkau. Yang unik lagi, dia baru buka jam 9 malam, bisa sampai jam 4 pagi. Dulu mangkalnya di Pom Bensin Sukun. Tapi disuruh pindah dengan alasan apinya berbahaya di areal pom. Sebenernya masuk akal, tapi jadi gak masuk akal karena setelah Pak Misbar pindah ke seberang jalan gantian seorang pedagang mie ayam mangkal di situ…

Pak Misbar sells the most delicious fried rice and noodle in Semarang (my version). It has special smell and taste.And the price is so reachable.The unique thing is, he start cooking at 21.00, and he may stay till 04.00. He used to stay at the corner of the gas station. But the owner told him to move coz he thought the fire was dangerous to be around the gas station. Makes sense, but no longer does when soon after Pak misbar move, another noodle seller stand there….

Pak Misbar adalah tumpuan dan harapan kalau aku lagi nggak nafsu makan, atau kalau lagi lapar malam-malam. Makanya waktu pindah ke sebarang jalan dari pom, aku sempet bingung nyariin. Lega banget waktu tahu tampat mangkal barunya. Sebuah rumah kosong, yang atas ijin pemiliknya boleh dipake jualan di halamannya, Menurutku lebih manusiawi daripada di pojok pom bensin yang kadang bercampur bau bensin dan yang lainnya.. (gak usah kusebutin).

Pak Misbar is a place I ran to whenever I had no appetite in food, or when I felt hungry in the middle of the night. Thats why, I was dying looking for him when he moved acroos the gas station. So glad to find him at an epty house that was allowed by the owner for him to stand there. Its better than gas station corner that sometimes smell strange….

Gak lama, tendanya ilang lagi. Tapi kali ini gak butuh waktu lama untuk ketemu lagi. Ternyata nyebrang lagi, cuma agak geser beberapa meter dari pom bensin. Rupanya rumah kosong tersebut dijual, dan pemilik barunya gak mau ada pedagang di situ. Padahal gak ditempatin juga lho. Dan sebenarnya, kalau pak Misbar jualan di situ, halaman rumah itu jadi bersih. Kalau bener-bener dikosongin ya gitu deh…

Not so long, the tend dissappeared. But this time, I didn’t take too long ti find him across back, few meters from the gas station. The empty house was sold, and the new owner wasn’t as good as the old one. Actually, it was better if Pak Misbar stay there. The place became clean and well cared.

Untuk beberapa waktu aku tetep bisa makan malam-malam di samping gerobak Pak Misbar. Sampai suatu saat beliau menghilang lagi. Aku sudah muter-muter ke daerah sekitar yang mungkin jadi tempat mangkal, tapi gak berhasil. Sampai putus asa. Aku cari penjual lain, tapi gak ada yang sehebat Pak Misbar.

For months, I could enjoy the yummy tasty rice and noodle from Pak Misbar’s wok. Till one day he dissappeared again.I went round and round to find him, but didn’t work. I was so desperated. I tried to find other fried rice cookie, but noone compared to Pak Misbar.

Dan. Kemaren malam. Waktu isi bensin. Di Pom itu. Kabar itu. Bikin sesak.

And. Last night. When I filled the fuel. The News. Throat cutting.

Pak Misbar itu orang yang sederhana banget. Nrimo. Berkali-kali diusir dari tempat jualannya, gak pernah mengeluh, gak menyalahkan yang ngusir. Selalu optimis di mana aja dia jualan. Katanya, Allah sudah ngatur rejekinya, gak bakal kurang. Dan memang, penggemarnya pasti nyariin ke mana dia pindah — kaya aku. Gak pernah lihat dia sedih. Selalu tersenyum. Bicaranya selalu bernada rendah, enak didengar. Kalau kembaliannya kurang, dia pasti inget untuk menambahkannya sebagai deposit di pembelian berikutnya, hatta cuma 500 perak.

Pak Misbar is such a simple man. He never complained for being kiced from place to place. He didn’t blame any one. Always optimistic. He said, God gives him what he need, never lack of a thing. And so, his fan will seek wherever he stayed–like me. I never saw him sad, alwas smiled. His words was always good to listen to. He always remember if I still have some deposit on him, even 500 rupiahs.

Selamat jalan Pak Misbar. Semoga diterima di tempat terbaik di sisi Allah….

Good bye Pak Misbar. May Allah gives you the best place beside HIM.

Aku belum nemu penggantimu.

I still can not find the one to take your place.

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