I have a story to tell.
Actually, I have a lot of things
bothering my mind right now. Well, do you remember the monster inside my head
probably a year ago? Maybe you’re not. However, in case you wanna know you can
always scroll down and read the poem 😉
So, hmmmphh no I can’t tell it to
you guys. Yet. Just read me out.
This is one of my memorable
memories in my collage. That time, I was a treasurer concurrently secretary for
a charity event. As a committee in a less well-known campus in Yogyakarta
(hahaha), there is always issue in funding. The campus, if I’m not mistaken,
only gave us about Rp. 200.000,- and we need Rp. 2.500.000 more to fund the event.
As a student back then, that’s a lot money to be collected.
Long story short, even when we
almost did everything we could to raise funds, the lights just wouldn’t turn
on. Believe me, that was one of my hardest time. You may say I’m overreacting,
but that’s how I felt. It’s because, that was an event of my division, and I
thought I have the responsibility to make the event come true.
Until finally, one of us proposed
an idea to sell roses in Sekaten or Malioboro. We bought it for 4K each, and we
sold it for 10K each. We didn’t have any choices left, so yes, we decided to do
it. Sadly, not everyone feeling that much responsibility as I had back then.
There were almost 30 people in the team for the event, but only below 15 people
showed up that night. I remembered someone bought one rose for me hahaha, forget
that.
Back to the laptop, we split into
5 teams in two and three people. Me and one of my collage friend (I called him
collage friend because I don’t consider him as MY FRIEND), went to Malioboro first.
And… idk what to say. It was… sad? Hard? Yeah, a little bit of sad and hard. Most
of them, they wouldn’t hear my explanation. They didn’t even see my eyes. I really,
really wanna cry. Now I know the feeling of the queers on the side of the road.
“So this is the difficulties of making money, like what my parents always say,
huh?” I thought, and again, almost cried. Some people bought our roses because
they feel pity of us. Tragic.
After that, I went back to dorm
and found myself crying. I pray to Allah for a miracle. Something that could
solve our problem. Anything.
And yeah.. we wouldn’t give up.
We tried to sell the roses online. We provide a service for becoming a messenger of a secret admire. They bought roses from us, and we deliver the roses to their
crush or maybe to surprise his/her girlfriend/boyfriend.
AND THANK GOD. ALLAH SWT. IT WORKED.
Someone chatted me and ordered
100 ROSES!! I doubt him at first. I thought it was a scam, but no, he’s serious.
He could buy the roses somewhere else cheaper, way cheaper from ours, but he
chose us. IS THAT A MIRACLE I ALWAYS ASKED TO GOD? I’m so very grateful.
At the end of the day, we managed
to raised about Rp. 5.000.000,- !!!
WASN’T THAT AN ACHIEVEMENT? WASN’T
THAT CALLED HARDWORK?
I really, really want to tell you
guys, nothing is impossible, and impossible is nothing.
I asked God to give me one, I
prayed, I fought, and God double it!
I could just be like the other
team member, just go away, minding my own business, but I chose to be in the division
at first. I chose to be the treasurer concurrently secretary. I couldn’t just
go away and let the other made it happen. I had to be there! Fight.
Yeah.. fight. That’s what I want
to tell you.
The problem will always, always
be with us. I can’t judge how big, how hard, how overwhelming it is, but, hang
on. Fight.
Actually, I should be telling my
self to fight right now. So yes, Nong, Fight!
It might seem hard, impossible,
unbearable, but you managed to be here right now. Don’t just give up.
You managed to sell the roses and
you could tell the readers about it, and maybe giving a reflection to
think.
Always be grateful of what we
have. Believe that everything happens for a reason, keep fighting!
May the odds will always be
upon you!