Fingers, Toes, and the Intermezzo

Huft… God, may I complaining? Why I couldn’t be a lucky woman who has nice fingers and toes? Ok, toes are the most important issue! Sometimes I feel so jealous when the other woman could pick shoes or sandals such as they want. While me, I always have some trouble with that. The reason is because of the structure of my toes, little toe for exact. Ya, my little toe is weird. All my toes are short (baruntet pami ‘diperhalus’ *haha), but there’s still some special notes for my little toe. 

First, its position was out of range. So, if I choose sandal with thong models, they just like wanna run out immediately (nolol, pami kirang jelas mah). Huh, they always wanna be exist! They made me feel that everybody paid their attention to my feet and say ‘hello’ to them :(

Second, this one is a rare phenomenon (leubbaayy). My little toe are floating! For detail, they couldn’t touch the floor! In my family, only me and my uncle who have it *proud :D

Third, no matter what expensive the prices of shoes or sandals are! They will give me the same pain! So, after I bought shoe or sandal, I have to prepare 4 plasters. Two of them for my little toe and the rest are for my heels. They have to stick on my foot for several day, week, month, even FOREVER!!! This is one of the reasons why I have to prepare my self earlier than other when I have to go at office. If I was in hurry and brave enough to left my soul mate – a.k.a. plasters – so  it means I must be ready for chafe on my feet and ingkud-ingkudan *hhh… destiny… destiny… Haha

However I hate my feet, but my mother has special memory with them. I’m a baby who is born with a miracle. Let me tell you about the story for a moment :))

When my mother gave birth, she had been running her duty in Pandeglang, while my father worked in Jakarta. In the night, when the cutest baby – me *ha… – ready to shake the world, my mother walked back and forth to the bath room. Because that was her first pregnancy, she thought that she had some trouble with her excretion system (wasted urine frequently) after she craved  jengkol (Archidendron pauciflorum) *embarrassing… -_-“ 

Because of that story, my family often calls me as “Si Mata Jengkol”. Now, don’t know relate with personal grudge with Archidendron pauciflorum and all their family members – petai (Parkia speciosa) and selong (Leucaena leucocephala) – or not, but from the bottom of my heart, I hate them all, their smell! I never let them entered my esophagus. NO!

Ok, let’s back to the straight line…

After my mother realized that her pain must relate with her pregnancy, she decided to wake her mother-in-law (my grandmother). Then, the chaos happened. How it could not be… late at night, no electricity, no husband, long distance from the hospital, those conditions made my grandmother panic. With spontaneously initiatives, she asked my aunt to call a midwife. 

When the midwife arrived, she checked my mother condition. After did some diagnoses, the midwife whispered to my grandmother and said that she couldn’t help my mother. 

Hearing some incapability of the midwife, my grandmother really frightened. She said, “How I can hold my responsibility to her family if something unexpected happen! Don’t just stand up there! Call your husband to accompany her to the hospital!” my grand mother little bit snapped my aunt.

Shortly speaking, my uncle carried my mother to the hospital. For know, the distance from my home to the hospital is like from Garut to Cicalengka. Because of that reason, my uncle ran his car like a crazy. Moreover, at back, my mother screamed that something come out from the bottom. Guess what?! It was my foot, the right one… Hehe. 

I couldn’t remember how I could be so naughty. But maybe it was my uncle’s fault to run his car mischievously. Aku abok, Uncle… Abok… ditambah smell of jengkol inside here… Puciiingggg…. Dobrak aja ah, mau ke luar… *gkgkgk

My mother was strong. She could hold the pain until my uncle succeeds reach the hospital only in one hour plus some minutes. My mother told me that when she met the doctor, the doctor just relaxed, smiled, and played my foot, while my mother screaming like Mary Jane lost in the jungle *hiaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt…. I guess I kicked the doctor who let my mother in pain :D

 

And Tarrraaaaaammmm… On bla-bla-bla I was born. Watch out!! The baby ready to conquer the world with smile *Heuheu… That’s the end of the story. Happy ending :)

Every see the picture, my mother will say, "Hhhh... keur leutikna mah lucu, naha ari geus badag bedegongna kabina-bina..." *wkwkwkwk

Heard my mother told me the story, I knew it wasn’t easy for my mother to make me become a part of something called life, but she always forget my birthday *ckckckck… bageeeeuuusss!!! :(

By the way, little bit regretful to be not patient to stay few minutes longer in my mother’s stomach. So then maybe I didn’t have to face the myth that someone who is born with foot first must have special ability in massage *sekian lama, saya diperalat :D

My old profession as a professional masseur *Haha

Ups, something missing there…

After several days in the hospital, my mother finally was permitted to leave the hospital. There's something funny from the story. My grandmother asked my uncle to stop the car when she met several kiai all the way home.  My grandmother asked them to sound on adzan on my ear *ckckck... enin aku lebay… sieuneun aku bangor meureun nyakkk??? :D

Ok, that’s all for my toes. Now are my fingers. I will not explain it further through words. My fingers not much different with my toes. Buntet.

Hey, suddenly I remember something relate to my fingers. Several months ago, my partner at school paid his attention to my fingers when I was typing something. Then, when I mean to reach “U” letter by my forefinger while press “Shift” by little finger, I heard that he said, “Are you sure could reach it? It’s too far for your fingers… Hahaha”.

“Your fingers exactly same with my ten years old daughter, Salsa…” He continued his comment *tega :D

Since his last words, he called me Salsa as well as others. Just for joke, then I called him “Ayah” and finally the other teachers influenced to call him like I did *impas :P

“Salsa baru dateng yah? Salsa mau ke kelas atau ke WC? Salsa nanti pulang bareng ma ayah ya? Salsa…” *Buuuuukkkkk!!!! Hahaha

Hhhh, God… maybe I grumble for sometimes because of my imperfect fingers and toes. But then, I realized that I’m lucky to have these all without any disorders. Thank for all Your kindness… :*