Again, I received an SMS from unordinary person. This time is from a woman that I’ve never met. I think she is a very nice and caring lady, I notice from her words that she types and also from the fact that she still remembers me, even that we’ve never met each other yet. I shed my tear suddenly.
It started around 2,5 years ago, when I did my research to finish my thesis. My subject of research required me to learn about the tissue culture plantation, although I majored at Socio-Economics. I learned from zero about tissue culture, the chemical composition, the seed that we have to select, the techniques of planting it, the price of all the tools and equipments needed to support, etc. I would need to know the feasibility of planting a particular ornamental crop, called Ruscus Aculeatus, in a tissue culture media. It took longer than I predicted because tissue culture is so complicated, and not everybody can do it.
The place that I needed to go to regularly was called Balithi (Balai Penelitian Tanaman Hias) or Indonesian Ornamental Crops Research Institute , located near Cipanas market, West Java. Very fresh air and cold weather still we can get there. I was quiet happy of getting this place as my research sampling area. My lecturer, who is also a socio-economist, didn’t visit me to teach how to do a research in a laboratory. The only laboratory that we have at socio-economics is computer laboratory where we learned about SPSS, Minitab, or other statistic lessons. Totally different with tissue culture lab, indeed hehehe. I was tought only by the head of lab on the first day, and I had to do it by myself for the next.
It was a guy named Bima, a lab keeper who helped me in struggling with my first experience in tissue culture. A Sundanese- Holland, nice, helpful and good looking guy, a year older than me. He finished his study until high school only, majoring on social science. But amazingly, he was trusted as the lab keeper who took care and prepared all the natural science materials, equipments, and chemical compositions for the tissue culture plantation. I was so proud of him, and am still until now.
As a socio-economist, I was not good enough in doing laboratory things. The normal and acceptable failure for the lab people in planting by tissue culture is 20% maximum, and I made a new history with 40%. Oh God, I felt really bad because the head of the lab was quite disappointed and told it to my lecturer, who is a close friend of hers as well. Thank God, my lecturer could understand. She reminded the head of the lab, that I’m not an agronomist, but a socio-economist that used to deal only with agribusiness, not a lab.
Bima gave me so much help by teaching me what to do, helping me prepare all the lab equipments, giving all the datas and infos that I needed, taking me to places that would complete my research, giving me a new spirit after the 40% contaminations, and so on. We spent quite a lot of good times, and became a good friend eventually. He told me almost all of his personal problems and so did I, then we discuss for the solutions. He told me he was very close with her mother, he loves her so much. From there then I knew that he is a nice guy, and I was happy of having a new friend like him.
I was excited and sad at the same time, when I finished my research. I felt satisfied that finally I could finish the hard tissue culture planting, and got an A for the thesis. But, on the other hand I felt that I was gonna lose a good friend like Bima. I felt that I owed him so much, after all those times. I wanted to buy something for him, just as a gift for a good friend. Knowing he loved to wear a cap, I bought one with his favorite style. He told me he liked it so much, good to know. It was the last time I met him.
After graduated, I went to Singapore for work. I called him once or twice just to say hi, and to know he’s ok. He told me he was so proud of me.
A year later, I went back to Indonesia and worked for the same company in Jakarta office. For several months, we didn’t contact each other. Then someday, I felt that I missed him so much and wanted to know how he was doing. I called him up, but there was no answer. I was desperate of calling him, and wondered why he didn’t tell me if he changed his number.
Some days after that, he sent me a message. (God, I have a strong instinct). He told me he missed me and that his mobile was broken. I called him back, it was on Friday, and we had a very long chat. Thank God I can hear his voice again. He also told me he just recovered from an illness. After more than 15 minutes conversation, we know that both of us were having love problem with our own boy/girlfriend. We laughed and cursed our couple each other. We decided to meet in Jakarta in a weekend.
If only I knew it was my last conversation with him, I would not hang up the phone that fast, to talk to him more, and more and more.
On a Sunday morning, 9 days after that conversation, a day after I broke up with my boyfriend that time, I got a call from his number. But it wasn’t him who talked to me. It was her mother, crying and telling that Bima was no longer alive. Exactly on last Friday, he passed away. She didn’t know the cause, no body was besides him when he took his last breath, because he was sleeping. She couldn’t talk any longer, I couldn’t either.
I cried and dropped much tears from my eyes. I lose a good friend of mine. I lose Bima……………………………………………………..
I still couldn’t believe it, that sometimes I still wanted to call him or send him SMS after his death. I can only pray to God, to forgive all his mistakes and give him a good place there.
Months went by, but I will never forget him.
My business in work didn’t give me time and opportunity to come to Cipanas, West Java, to see his cemetery and meet his mom.
These days, I don’t know why I remember about him. And, I don’t know whether it’s just a coincidence or my instinct is really strong, his mom SMS me. She tells me that she remembers me these days (God…..as I these days remember her son), asks me how I’m doing, and tells me how often Bima told her about me when he was still alive.
I drop my tears again, just so sudden………
She says, she wants to see me and know me more. I promise to come to Cipanas as soon as I have free time.
Bima, if only u knew me and your mother really miss u now, babe.
May u rest in peace there....
It started around 2,5 years ago, when I did my research to finish my thesis. My subject of research required me to learn about the tissue culture plantation, although I majored at Socio-Economics. I learned from zero about tissue culture, the chemical composition, the seed that we have to select, the techniques of planting it, the price of all the tools and equipments needed to support, etc. I would need to know the feasibility of planting a particular ornamental crop, called Ruscus Aculeatus, in a tissue culture media. It took longer than I predicted because tissue culture is so complicated, and not everybody can do it.
The place that I needed to go to regularly was called Balithi (Balai Penelitian Tanaman Hias) or Indonesian Ornamental Crops Research Institute , located near Cipanas market, West Java. Very fresh air and cold weather still we can get there. I was quiet happy of getting this place as my research sampling area. My lecturer, who is also a socio-economist, didn’t visit me to teach how to do a research in a laboratory. The only laboratory that we have at socio-economics is computer laboratory where we learned about SPSS, Minitab, or other statistic lessons. Totally different with tissue culture lab, indeed hehehe. I was tought only by the head of lab on the first day, and I had to do it by myself for the next.
It was a guy named Bima, a lab keeper who helped me in struggling with my first experience in tissue culture. A Sundanese- Holland, nice, helpful and good looking guy, a year older than me. He finished his study until high school only, majoring on social science. But amazingly, he was trusted as the lab keeper who took care and prepared all the natural science materials, equipments, and chemical compositions for the tissue culture plantation. I was so proud of him, and am still until now.
As a socio-economist, I was not good enough in doing laboratory things. The normal and acceptable failure for the lab people in planting by tissue culture is 20% maximum, and I made a new history with 40%. Oh God, I felt really bad because the head of the lab was quite disappointed and told it to my lecturer, who is a close friend of hers as well. Thank God, my lecturer could understand. She reminded the head of the lab, that I’m not an agronomist, but a socio-economist that used to deal only with agribusiness, not a lab.
Bima gave me so much help by teaching me what to do, helping me prepare all the lab equipments, giving all the datas and infos that I needed, taking me to places that would complete my research, giving me a new spirit after the 40% contaminations, and so on. We spent quite a lot of good times, and became a good friend eventually. He told me almost all of his personal problems and so did I, then we discuss for the solutions. He told me he was very close with her mother, he loves her so much. From there then I knew that he is a nice guy, and I was happy of having a new friend like him.
I was excited and sad at the same time, when I finished my research. I felt satisfied that finally I could finish the hard tissue culture planting, and got an A for the thesis. But, on the other hand I felt that I was gonna lose a good friend like Bima. I felt that I owed him so much, after all those times. I wanted to buy something for him, just as a gift for a good friend. Knowing he loved to wear a cap, I bought one with his favorite style. He told me he liked it so much, good to know. It was the last time I met him.
After graduated, I went to Singapore for work. I called him once or twice just to say hi, and to know he’s ok. He told me he was so proud of me.
A year later, I went back to Indonesia and worked for the same company in Jakarta office. For several months, we didn’t contact each other. Then someday, I felt that I missed him so much and wanted to know how he was doing. I called him up, but there was no answer. I was desperate of calling him, and wondered why he didn’t tell me if he changed his number.
Some days after that, he sent me a message. (God, I have a strong instinct). He told me he missed me and that his mobile was broken. I called him back, it was on Friday, and we had a very long chat. Thank God I can hear his voice again. He also told me he just recovered from an illness. After more than 15 minutes conversation, we know that both of us were having love problem with our own boy/girlfriend. We laughed and cursed our couple each other. We decided to meet in Jakarta in a weekend.
If only I knew it was my last conversation with him, I would not hang up the phone that fast, to talk to him more, and more and more.
On a Sunday morning, 9 days after that conversation, a day after I broke up with my boyfriend that time, I got a call from his number. But it wasn’t him who talked to me. It was her mother, crying and telling that Bima was no longer alive. Exactly on last Friday, he passed away. She didn’t know the cause, no body was besides him when he took his last breath, because he was sleeping. She couldn’t talk any longer, I couldn’t either.
I cried and dropped much tears from my eyes. I lose a good friend of mine. I lose Bima……………………………………………………..
I still couldn’t believe it, that sometimes I still wanted to call him or send him SMS after his death. I can only pray to God, to forgive all his mistakes and give him a good place there.
Months went by, but I will never forget him.
My business in work didn’t give me time and opportunity to come to Cipanas, West Java, to see his cemetery and meet his mom.
These days, I don’t know why I remember about him. And, I don’t know whether it’s just a coincidence or my instinct is really strong, his mom SMS me. She tells me that she remembers me these days (God…..as I these days remember her son), asks me how I’m doing, and tells me how often Bima told her about me when he was still alive.
I drop my tears again, just so sudden………
She says, she wants to see me and know me more. I promise to come to Cipanas as soon as I have free time.
Bima, if only u knew me and your mother really miss u now, babe.
May u rest in peace there....
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