My Purpose in Life (Indonesian version)

Sejak kecil, saya seringkali bertanya pada diri sendiri, apa yang bisa saya lakukan untuk orang banyak?

Saya selalu percaya bahwa saya harus melakukan sesuatu yang berguna bagi masyarakat. Bukan hanya menguntungkan diri sendiri saja, tapi juga menguntungkan untuk banyak orang. Mengapa?

Kakek moyang saya adalah Dr. Wahidin Soedirohoesodo, pendiri Boedi Oetomo, organisasi modern pertama di Indonesia yang menyatukan pemuda dan menjadi tonggak pergerakan rakyat di Indonesia. Seratus tahun yang lalu beliau berkeliling Jawa untuk memberikan pendidikan pada masyarakat. Beliau mendidik anak-anak dan para pemuda. Tentu saja beliau melakukannya dengan tulus, karena menginginkan kebaikan bagi masyarakat. Beliau adalah seorang yang sangat berbakti pada negaranya, dan karenanya sangat mengabdi pada pekerjaannya untuk menolong orang lain.

Pentingnya pendidikan menjadi kepercayaan keluarga hingga saat ini.

Kakek buyut saya pun adalah salah satu pendiri Boedi Oetomo, Dr. Soeradji Tirtonegoro. Beliau adalah seorang dokter yang sangat berbakti pada masyarakat. Beliau mengabdi pada masyarakat dengan menyembuhkan mereka, memberikan mereka layanan kesehatan.

Begitu juga dengan kakek saya, Drg. Margono Soeradji. Beliau adalah dokter gigi yang sangat hebat. Beliau melakukan yang terbaik untuk menyembuhkan pasien, dan beliau memberikan pelayanan terbaik pada para pasien. Bahkan, kakek saya memilih menjadi dokter gigi, karena menyadari, pada masa itu belum ada dokter gigi di kota kediamannya.

Mereka adalah orang-orang yang mengabdi pada pekerjaan, masyarakat, dan negara. Mereka adalah orang-orang hebat yang menjadi pahlawan karena berkerja sungguh-sungguh dalam apa yang mereka percayai.

Dan mereka adalah para leluhur saya. Memiliki leluhur seperti mereka, tentu saja saya merasa bahwa saya pun harus melakukan sesuatu dalam hidup ini, yang bisa bermanfaat bagi banyak orang.

Pertanyaannya, apa yang bisa saya lakukan?

Apa yang bisa saya perjuangkan untuk masyarakat?

Apakah tujuan hidup saya?

Jawabannya ada pada latar belakang saya sendiri.

Sejak masih sekolah pun saya sudah seringkali memikirkan, alangkah indahnya bila Indonesia bisa menjadi negara sosialis di mana semua fasilitas pendidikan dan kesehatan gratis untuk masyarakat. Tapi bisakah Indonesia seperti itu?

Tidak usah seekstrim itu.

Daripada memikirkan yang terlalu rumit, dengan usaha yang terlalu jauh, sebenarnya ada cara yang lebih praktis untuk merealisasikan semua itu.

Dan jawabannya lagi-lagi saya temukan melalui latar belakang saya sendiri.

Saya adalah anak seorang pilot pesawat terbang. Sebagai anak seorang pilot, pertanyaan yang paling saya dengar adalah “Apa nggak takut setiap kali Papa terbang?”

Sejak kecil, saya menyadari resiko pekerjaan ayah saya. Beberapa kali terjadi, teman-teman ayah saya dipanggil Tuhan saat sedang menjalankan tugas mereka, meninggalkan istri dan anak mereka. Dan beberapa kali terjadi, teman-teman saya harus pindah ke sekolah lain, atau harus tinggal bersama saudara mereka, karena ayah mereka dipanggil Tuhan.

Percaya atau tidak, walaupun masih anak-anak, saya sudah punya ketakutan bahwa bila sesuatu terjadi pada ayah saya, keluarga kami akan terlantar, dan saya tidak bisa sekolah lagi. Karena saya tahu ibu saya ibu rumah tangga yang tidak punya penghasilan.

Karena itulah konsep asuransi bisa dengan mudahnya masuk dalam keyakinan saya. Saya menyukai, bahkan mencintai konsep yang hebat ini. Begitu seorang teman menjelaskan konsep yang luar biasa dahsyat ini pada saya, saya langsung tahu bahwa konsep ini adalah jawaban dari ketakutan-ketakutan saya.

Maka, menjalankan bisnis ini adalah panggilan buat saya. Saya percaya dengan apa yang saya sampaikan kepada orang-orang di luar sana. Saya percaya akan apa yang saya lakukan. Saya percaya bahwa yang informasi yang saya sampaikan ini bisa menolong banyak orang tanpa banyak usaha. Dan ketika saya mengatakan ‘tanpa banyak usaha’, saya tidak bicara tentang saya, melainkan orang-orang itu sendiri.

Apapun pekerjaan anda, bila anda adalah pencari nafkah dalam keluarga anda, maka anak-anak anda pun memiliki resiko yang sama: bila terjadi sesuatu pada orangtua mereka, mereka akan terlantar dan tidak bisa sekolah.

Mungkin tidak semua anak seperti saya. Mungkin anak-anak kebanyakan belum memiliki ketakutan seperti itu. Tapi saya yakin, setiap orangtua yang menyayangi anaknya, ingin menjamin pada anak-anak mereka, bahwa apapun yang terjadi pada mereka tidak akan mempengaruhi masa depan anak-anak mereka. Saya percaya, bahwa setiap pencari nafkah yang peduli pada keluarganya, tidak ingin membiarkan keluarga mereka terlantar ketika mereka harus pergi untuk selama-lamanya.

Karena itulah, pekerjaan saya adalah memastikan kepada anak-anak anda, bahwa apapun yang terjadi pada anda sebagai pencari nafkah, mereka tidak akan terlantar. Pekerjaan saya adalah memastikan pada anak-anak anda, bahwa apapun yang terjadi pada anda, mereka akan tetap pergi ke sekolah, bahwa mereka akan tetap menyelesaikan pendidikan yang mereka butuhkan sehingga mereka bisa mewujudkan cita-cita mereka menjadi seorang insinyur, dokter, pilot, atau apapun.

Anda boleh percaya atau tidak, anda boleh setuju dengan saya atau tidak. Itu hak anda.

Tapi satu yang harus anda camkan dalam pikiran anda, saat saya datang kepada anda, saya sedang berusaha menolong anda. Jadi, ketika saya datang untuk berbagi mengenai konsep ini, dan anda merasa tidak setuju, jangan katakana pada saya, “Maaf, tidak dulu, deh.” Atau “Maaf, saya sedang tidak ada uang.” Atau “Maaf, saya masih belum yakin.”

Ketika anda berada di lantai 20 sebuah gedung yang sedang terbakar, dan seorang pemadam kebakaran muncul di jendela untuk menyelamatkan anda, namun anda menolak untuk diselamatkan olehnya, apakah anda akan meminta maaf?

Tolonglah, janganlah anda meminta maaf pada saya. Anda sama sekali tidak melakukan kesalahan pada saya. Anda sedang melakukan kesalahan pada diri anda sendiri dan keluarga anda. Jadi kalau anda ingin minta maaf, katakanlah pada diri anda sendiri dan keluarga anda.

Karena, ketika anda setuju dengan konsep asuransi dan memutuskan untuk menyelamatkan keluarga anda, yang paling banyak yang saya dapatkan hanyalah 5% dari penghasilan anda, dan itupun bukan dari uang yang anda setorkan. Jadi bila anda tidak mengambilnya, hanya sebesar itulah kehilangan saya.

Namun, bila anda tidak bersedia mengambil konsep ini, sebenarnya anda sudah kehilangan 10,000 % dari pengeluaran anda. Anda kehilangan kesempatan untuk mendapatkan pengganti penghasilan saat resiko terjadi pada anda. Jadi, bukankah seharusnya saya yang meminta maaf pada anda karena tidak berhasil meyakinkan anda?

Percayalah pada saya, konsep ini sangat baik dan bermanfaat bagi anda dan keluarga. Dan percayalah, saya akan mengabdi pada pekerjaan saya seperti para pendahulu saya mengabdi pada pekerjaan mereka. Saya mengabdi pada klien-klien saya seperti kakek saya mengabdi pada pasien-pasien beliau.

Di luar sana ada banyak sekali orang yang bisa saya tolong. Tinggal masalah mereka mau atau tidak saya tolong.

Jadi, apakah sekarang anda mau membantu saya mewujudkan impian saya?

Maukah anda membantu saya menjalankan tujuan hidup saya?

Maukah anda membantu saya menyelamatkan keluarga anda?

Maukah anda menyelamatkan anak-anak anda?

Jawabannya ada pada anda. ;)

My Important Mission, My True Purpose in Life

Since I was a kid, I’ve been wondering, what can I do for people?

I believe that I have to do something good to help people.

My grandfather’s grandfather was Dr. Wahidin Soedirohoesodo, one of this country’s heroes. He was the founding father of Boedi Oetomo, the first modern organization who moved this country to its freedom. A century ago, he travelled across Java to educate people. He gave education to children and youth. He was very passionate about what he believed. And the believe system of the importance of education become family believe until now.

My father’s grandfather was also one of Boedi Oetomo’s founder, Dr. Soeradji Tirtonegoro. They named a hospital in Central Java after his name. He’s also a hero because he did something really good for people. He was a devoted doctor. He helped people by healing them because he loved what he did.

So did my grandfather, Drg. Margono Soeradji. He was a very great dentist. He always tried his best to heal his patient. He was very devoted to his job.

And they are all my ancestors! They are the people who were very devoted to help people in education and health.

So, I thought I’ve got to do something big like that. Well, maybe it doesn’t have to be that big. But I have to do something good, something really important, something that could help many people. Not to be known, but to make this world better.

When I was in high school, I loved the idea of socialist country where all the education and healthcare facilities for people are free. I wanted Indonesia to be like that, and still do want it until now. But what should I do? Run for president? Really?

Well, maybe. But no, that would be too extreme and too complicated.

So the question is, what can I do? What is my purpose in life?

I found it from my very own background.

I’m a daughter of a pilot. As a pilot’s daughter, most people often asked me, “Aren’t you afraid every time your dad went flying a plane?”

Yes, ever since I was a kid, I realize the risk of my father’s job. There were some cases, where my father’s friends died on duty, left their wife and children. And I also heard some of my friends had to live with their relatives and move to other school because their father passed away.

Believe it or not, although I was just a little kid, I already had fear, that if something happened to my father, our family would be abandoned. I was afraid that I would never go to school anymore. Because my mother is a housewife. She doesn’t have salary.

That is why, I like, even love the great concept of insurance since the first time my friend told me. It fits my greatest concern. This beautiful concept is the answer of my biggest fear.

So, doing this business is a nature call for me. I believe in what I tell to people out there everyday. I believe in what I am doing. I know that what I tell to people, this information can help many people without lots of efforts. And by ‘lots of efforts’ I was talking about them, not me.

Whatever your job is, if you are the money maker of the family, so your children would have the same risk that I thought when I was a kid: if something happened to their parents, they would be abandoned and might not go to school anymore.

Maybe not every children have that kinda fear. But I’m sure, every parents those care about their children have that fear, and I’m strongly sure, they want a guarantee, that no matter what happens to them, their children would always go to school until they finish their education. Right?

So that’s why, my job is make sure to your children, that they are save. Whatever happened with their parents, they would not be abandoned, and they would never stop going to school, and they would finish their education, and become whatever they want: doctor, engineer, pilot, president, etc.

One thing you need to bear in your mind, when I come to you to share this great concept, don't ever feel bad to me if you don't want to take this concept. Maybe you don't believe it. It's okay. It would be your problem. You don't have to say to me, "Sorry, I don't need it right now." or "Sorry, maybe not right now." or "Sorry, I don't have the money."

No! Don't say that to me. You make no mistake to me. The right thing to do is saying sorry to yourself, or your family.

If you take the solution I suggest to you, I only got less than 5% of your income. And I don't even get that from your money. But if you don't take the solution, you actually lost 10,000 % of your expense. So now, who has to say sorry?

Trust me, this concept is very important for you and your family. And I can guarantee, I know what to do and I know why I do my job here. I have plenty of people to help. It's just the matter of either they want my help or not.

So now, would you help me do my purpose in life?

Would you help me to save your family?

Would you help me to save your children?

Socky: The Greatest Dog Ever

Some couples of days ago, my sister’s friend just lost one of her dogs. Was a Chihuahua puppy named Norton. Of course it broke her heart. Sherin, my sister’s friend, has three dogs, as far as I know: a golden retriever named Apple, a pitbull named something, and Norton the Chihuahua. From what I’ve heard, Norton ran to the street and got hit by a car. What a jerk! I mean the driver.

All my condolences for Sherin and her family. May Norton rest in peace. All dogs go to heaven, right?

Oh, man. I know the feeling. Losing a dog feels horrible, feels like… hell… maybe, I don’t even know how hell is. Anyway, I’ve lost a dog too about two years ago. Well, one and a half years ago, to be exact. My dog died on June 10, 2010, right before the World Cup 2010, right before my very birthday.

I’ve told you before about him. His name was Socky. He was just 2 years old when he died. He got sick.

I’ve wanted to tell you about him since so long ago, but I had no time, then I just forgot. But now that something horrible like that just happened, I think it’s about time.

So, I met Socky for the first time in the middle of 2008. I forgot the exact day, but I’m pretty sure it was somewhere in July or August 2008. At that time I used to write my diary every single day, but I never mention Socky before we really, really knew each other. I mean, I didn’t even know his name yet back then. So, I’m not sure about the date, but I remember I was just got back home from Karawaci. I was still living in my old house in Jalan Camar.

Somewhere in 2008...

Socky was one of my neighbor’s dogs. When I was in Jalan Camar, I surrounded by dog lovers. Everyone seems to be a dog-person. I know at least 8 to 10 neighbors who own one dog or more. Socky’s owner was one of them.

Ticoalu family was known by other neighbors for their aggressive dogs. They always have so many dogs, at least more than three, and the dogs were always aggressive. And in Camar, the dogs are just free as a bird. Well, not as a bird, because the dogs don’t fly. I mean, in Camar, it’s always okay to let the dogs out. When some cute dogs were out and play, it’s entertaining for some people. But when Ticoalu’s dogs were out… people were afraid of passing their house. Yeah, people, including me.

But one day in 2008, when I just got back from Karawaci, I passed the Ticoalu’s house with my car, and I saw two cute little puppies playing in front of that house. I spontaneously jumped out of the car and reached them inside my arms. Oh! I can’t forget how cute they were! They were Socky and his sister, Polo. Yeah, I know, who would name a little girl ‘Polo’, right? Hehe…

When I sat there to play and cuddle with them, the both tried to jump on my legs. Oh they were so cute! Have I said that?

After playing for a while with them, I walked to my house, that was only about 10 meters away. Yeah, that close.

The next days after, those two little puppies came and played in my house lots of times. My own dog, Bulbul, is not an aggressive dog, so it was always okay for another dog to just come and play, and sometimes even eat Bulbul’s food. Well, now that Bulbul’s getting older, he’s not always like that anymore. But he’s still nice by the way.

Anyway, me and my family were very happy with those puppies coming to our house pretty often. They’re very entertaining. Sometimes they eat Bulbul’s food. Polo was more strong, tough, active, and smart. Socky was not so active as a puppy, not smart in-a-dog-way, but smart in the tricky way. Polo liked to play fight, she always bite Socky’s ear to provoke him. But Socky was passive. He was more interested with the food. It was very funny. It was just like Polo was the male one.

Socky seemed to be a coward, he always been dominated by Polo (and later by Bulbul). But in fact, Socky was so much brave. Even though they played in our house a lot, Polo wasn’t really comfort with us. I could hold her easily. But she was still afraid with the rest of my family sometimes. But Socky was different. He easily got along with us. Someday, those two dogs came to my house to eat Bulbul’s food. When I came to protect Bulbul’s food, Polo stopped eating and ran right away. But Socky kept eating like nothing happened. I pulled Bulbul’s bowl. But Socky’s mouth just followed the bowl. That was so cute. So finally I just let them finish that food.

Sometimes me and Deany just watched them play together with Bulbul. We did nothing, just watched and laughed. It was really fun.

Then one day, Socky’s owner gave Polo away. They gave her to someone who might live far enough from there. So Socky was alone. There were other dogs, two female named Crispy and Mocca, and one male named Bruno. They both old, about 10 to 14 years old. They were aggressive and not nice at all. They always barked at people. From their physical appearances, I think they were mixed Welsh Corgy dogs, a breed of guarding dog. They were tiny, but aggressive and super protective. Mocca was Socky and Polo’s mother. The Ticoalu’s maid said that Bulbul was their father. But they didn’t look like Bulbul at all. They were short and tiny just like their mother. And also aggressive and not nice to people.

After they gave Polo away, Socky became the only puppy in that house. So he liked it better to be at my old house with Bulbul. Because Bulbul was still so young back then. He was just 3 years old. Bulbul was still skinny, super friendly, and playful. So Socky came pretty often to play with Bulbul, and eat Bulbul’s food.

Ah.., that was one hell of great memories, seeing them playing like that.

Socky in his earlier life. I took these pics with my SLR camera one morning in the middle of 2008.

Socky was a really talented model.

After a while, someday Bulbul started protecting his food. Maybe he started to feel that it wasn't right, letting other dogs eating his food just like that. So, then we realized that we could use Socky's presence to solve Bulbul's eating problem. Bulbul used to have this eating problem. He doesn't wanna eat the food, if we don't feed it to his mouth. It's kinda hard to make him start eating. But once he wanna start, he won't stop.

But, with Socky's presence, Bulbul was afraid that Socky would eat his food. So, every times Socky came to our house, first Bulbul would attack him. Well, he wasn't really attacking Socky. It was just like a warning. He would start growling. Then he ate his food quickly. Socky was afraid of Bulbul, so he wouldn't come inside before Bulbul finished eating.

So that was how we used Socky to make Bulbul eat. We did it so many times, until one day, we feel pity that Socky was only used like that. While Bulbul was eating, Socky just sat and watched. Then he would lick the empty bowl after Bulbul finish the meal. We didn't wanna feed Socky. He's not our dog. If we feed him, he would never leave our house. He would think that he was our dog. But then, he was already like our dog anyway. He came almost everyday, sometimes even slept in our car port. So, one day, we started feeding Socky too. Since then, every time we fed Bulbul, we also fed Socky.

In my old house in Jalan Camar, we let the dogs not only out, but also in. Bulbul could go inside and outside the house as he like. Well, we used to keep him in the car port: he was not allowed to be inside the house or outside the fence. But since he was getting bigger, he could jump through the fence and the window. So it became useless to keep him anywhere. He was really, really free.

So, there were times when we already fed Socky every time he came, but never let him go inside our house. So Socky could only come to our front yard, front porch and the carport. That was the only thing differentiated Socky and Bulbul. But sometimes he ran so fast and made it inside our house. But we carried him to the backyard. Then Bulbul and Socky would play so happily on the green grass. They played fight, balls, sandals, everything.

One night, the rain fell. It was a hell of rain. It was a storm. Earlier that day, Socky came to our house to play with Bulbul. When the rain started falling, Bulbul came inside the house. But we couldn't let Socky in, because he wasn't our dog. But me and Bapak felt pity, seeing him sitting in the car port like that, in the middle of the big rain. Socky couldn't go home. I wanted to let him in, and so did Bapak. But we were afraid of Mama. But finally Bapak let Socky in anyway, and when I was in the kitchen with Mama, we were surprised that suddenly a very little, cold nose kissed our calves.

Mama didn't like the idea of letting people's dog inside our house, but she couldn't be angry. Socky really took her heart. Socky took everyone's heart.

Since then, Socky became more often came inside our house. Someday, Socky came when it was time to bath Bulbul. Nuroso, the young man that used to work for our family, used to bath Bulbul. Considering that Socky started think that he was allowed to come inside the house, Mama (or maybe Bapak, I forgot) told Nur to bath Socky too. So that was how he finally, unofficially, became our dog. Well, we fed him, we gave him bath, he could come inside the house as he like, so, he was no different with Bulbul. The only difference was, Socky could also go to Ticoalu family's house anytime he wanted to.

After a pretty long time, Socky was more often in our house than in his real owner's house, and later he was hardly ever go to his real owner's house. Socky ate in our house, washed and cleaned in our house, and always slept in our house.

His favorite spot was the first rung of the stairs. He slept there almost all the time. His other favorite spot was on the floor, next to the big window that face the backyard, between the backdoor and the fridge. Oh! And of course, anywhere I was.

Socky broke all the rules. He easily went upstairs, entered the bathroom, waiting for me while I took a bath. Sometimes he slept in the bathroom floor. He really liked the bathroom. Sometimes when my bedroom door was open, Socky just came inside my bedroom. Bulbul would never do that.

I remember how hard and how loud I laughed, when I realized that Socky really hated his reflection on the bathroom mirror. He didn't know that that short little dog he saw was himself. He kept barking on his reflection. I tried to make him understand that it was him, by holding him, and show him my reflection holding his. But he barked to my reflection too. Oh... so cute! It was hilarious!

The other funny thing about Socky was, he was a really smart, intelligent, even genius dog! He really knew how to take people's sympathy. Once, Deany was just came home with Ella, her close friend, and Socky did something bad, I forgot what was it. Deany was mad at Socky and yelled, "Socky!" and then Socky fell to the ground and act dead. Deany and Ella were like, "What? Where did he learn that?"

It was unbelievable. I mean, he's not trained at all. He didn't even understand 'sit' and 'jump'.

And once, some shitty debt collectors (I f***in hate debt collectors I wish all the debt collectors die) came to our neighbor's house, and one of those shits hit Socky (I wish the one who did it die of cancer or any torturing condition). Socky was totally okay. But still, I was really mad that someone could do such thing to such a lovely creature.
When Nur told me about that incident, Mama said maybe the shit was afraid of Socky. Then I said, "No way! Socky is a harmless, cute, little dog!" Then, just as if he understood what I said, Socky came to me and asked for a hug. He put on that angelic, innocence baby face, and made cute noises. Aaaaww.... so cute!!!

On 2009, our family started moving to the new house in Senayan Bintaro. We've been building that house since early 2008. The moving progress took a very long time and effort. There were about 6 or 7 months when we lived in two house. We kept moving between the old house and the new house. There were still lots of our belongings in the old house.

So, sometimes we lived in the old house, sometimes we lived in the new house. But the fridge was still in the old house, and we kept the dogs food in the fridge. So the dogs were always in the old house. Sometimes...

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I Wanna Be a Kid Forever!!

It's so damn true.

I wanna be a kid forever. I don't wanna grow up. I refuse to.

When I was already successful and rich one day, I would live as a rich kid. I would have so many toys in my future house.

Have I ever told you about my future house?

It's not really big. I'm not a fan of big house. But it might be pretty expensive, that's why I have to be rich to build that kinda house.

My house design's gotta be extremely unique yet simple. And it's gotta be so me. Outside my future house, there would be futsal field (also could be used for mini-rugby and american football), boxing ring, basketball field, trampoline, and rubber pool for babies. Oh, and there would be a big playground too, with the giant slingshot, flying fox, sliding board, and so much more.

Now talking about the house itself.

My future house would be a very eco-friendly house. It doesn't have air conditioner. It would be totally okay with me, since I'm totally a summer person. Every household products have to be eco-friendly, such as the Body Shop products. I would not use...