Kemaren anak-anak sekolah bikin pertunjukan amal buat kakek-nenek yang tinggal di nursing house. Jadi sekolah kemarin dipenuhi mbah dan eyang kung dalam beragam karakter.
Saat sibuk membantu menyeberangkan mereka, tiba-tiba ada yang mendekat dan berkata:
“You are a Balinese, right?”
Saya kaget. Tahu dari mana dia?
“Yes Maam. How do you know?”
“I knew it. I can see it from your face”
“How is that?”
“I have two Balinese friends..”
“Oh really, they are in Perth now?”
“No, no. They are in Bali”
“Oh, did you visit them?”
“Yeah, i went to Bali, long long time ago”
“When was that?”
“I dont know, maybe, 20 or 25 years ago”
Buset dah. Udah tua bener nih.
“That was a long time..”
“Yeah, and your name must be Made!”
“Oh no Maam. I am not Made”
“But every Balinese name is Made..”
“Well, some of us. But not all”
“My friend’s names are Made”
“Really? Probably they are Made”
“Yes, the first one is Made Putu, and the other one is Made Wayan”
Saya cuman nyengir. Berarti nama saya, Made Ketut…..
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