Jogja is very hot these days. I opted not to go anywhere today, since I assumed its going to be traffic jam everywhere and I wanted to save money and energy for things that matter, like drawing and finish the book I'm reading. The difference of mom being here and mom not being here is pretty obvious. Her scent has already left the room, her suitcase was no longer on the floor, I bought my own breakfast via gojek and spent the day indoor like any other passing days. The last few days were spent outside in sunlight because mom wished for us to do so, so we did.
I think its going to take me a while to finish the book I'm reading since I'm too busy drawing. Not that busy busy, but I find it more relaxing to try the new set of pens I bought yesterday with the money mom gave me. I washed some laundry today, though. Speaking of pens, I like the artline drawing system acid free 0.2 in the colour of black (I wanted to try the blue one yesterday but since I was on a budget I chose to only buy things that I will actually use); I have been using it for sometime (as you've seen in my previous photos) and the stabilo point 88 fine 0.4 -- I've been having these sets of coloured pens since high school, I basically begged for mom to buy me this (we were buying schools supplies for the national exam, which only consists of pencils and eraser, and I wasn't into drawing at that time, I only liked it because its pretty), thats why some of the pens are running out of ink, like the green, red, black and grey (soon, I think the orange will also run out of ink). I said run out of ink a bit too much in one sentence.
About the hot Jogja, I wrote on my instagram a few days ago while I was embracing (and saddened by) the idea that I will leave this city soon, but its in Bahasa Indonesia and I wrote it in the bathroom; funny where ideas came from. A bathroom wordsmith; Nazhifah. No, I'm a lamp. Not yet a woman, not yet a grown-up. Or am I a grown-up-is, woman-ish, lamp-shaped bathroom wordsmith? Maybe.
What will you miss from Jogja?
Jogja itu magis, dia punya daya tarik yang mampu membuatmu hilang didalamnya, tapi ia membuatmu menemukan dirimu sendiri. Di Jogja, kamu bertemu banyak muka, beragam jenis manusia. Di Jogja, kamu jatuh cinta. Kamu tumbuh. Tumbuh. Tumbuh. Menjadi dewasa. Menjadi lebih pengertian. Menjadi manusia. Jogja adalah rumah yang terdiri dari ruang-ruang yang membuat dirimu nyaman. Rumah dengan pintu menuju tempat peristirahatan yang sesungguhnya.
If I were to speak about Jogja, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself. This city, with its rolling clouds, silver linings, sometimes blood rain, has taught me so much. Well maybe not the city but the people in it, or some people that were partially in it. If I were to fall in love with cities, Jogja would be my first love. If I have the money, when I'm financially stable -with my own income, no longer receiving pocket money from my very kindhearted parents- I will buy a house and make it home, here, in Jogja. I don't need a big one, just a simple one, maybe two stories (or just one? so when I get old, I no longer need to "climb" the stairs. Maybe I will settle this with my husband later) white building with lots of windows and a big yard for my kids to play, maybe with a fish pond so when papa came to visit he'll like it, and for me to plant flowers; I was thinking tulips or something that resembles tulips. Something orange. And lots of sanseviera, so mama will feel at home, too. A small but convenient clinic for me to treat my patients also would be nice. Inshaa Allah, amiinn.
Jogja, Jogja, Jogja, I will have a house here in Jogja.