a very good Friday: the splendid time with friends


It was Friday (31/05/2013) at the end of May. It was very sunny day in the Spring season in the UK. The temperature was around 19 degree centigrade. It was very warm or even the warmest day I had felt in the UK, so far. I went to the Lab as usual, for doing my PhD stuff and the website for Hyflex until in the middle of the day.

at 12.45 I went to the University Park by Hopper Bus for making Jumah prayer.  I was so happy, after the jumah prayer I met my country mates i.e. Pak Kirno, Mas Walid, Mas Sidiq, Arif, Mas Udin, and Pak Ihsan. After the prayer, I along with pak Sukirno went to Hyson Green for our weekly shopping. As usual, I went to ASDA and Syarif and Son.

After shopping, Mas Walid invited us to have dinner together. He treated me, Arif, and Mas Udin for dinner in Taste of India restaurant that was very close to Arif house. Mas Walid came to my house before going to Arif house. We had interesting chat about our prior Pesantren Life. We shared the same experienced about boy to boy romance relationship in the Pesantren. It was taboo yet real fact. Actually, it was so humane.

We went to the taste of India at around 07.00 PM. We just ordered the menu and took away the food from the restaurant. We ate together the food in Arif house. We ordered for Mushroom Baji, Chips, Garlic Nan, Lamb Curry, Fish Buna, and Tandoori Lamb Chop. They were guaranteed as Halal food. Explicitly, it was not too luxurious food yet it was priceless implicitly. Being together with best friends is always incredibly priceless time. There is always genuine happiness inside.  Being together made the food more delicious hundreds times. We really enjoyed the food up to the last grain of the food.


After finishing the food, we were involved in intense yet warm and casual discussion. At the very right moment, we were discussion about threatening to our local languages. We were critically discuss the fact that many new families from rural living in urban cities did not speak their local languages any more. It was not arguable that as matter of fact, in those families the children could not speak their father/mother languages.

In our opinion, it was critical issue. It could threaten the existence of thousands local languages in Indonesia. We should took actions to deal with those problems. We discussed how to cope with that problems. One of sound idea came from Arif who suggested to speak their local languages in their family at least one day of seven days a week. Moreover, we also discussed how apparently we could shape our children character by practicing our local languages. Such as in Javanese language we should use different words for the same meaning to different people in order to give respect. It was so important to teach our children how we should respect the parents and other older people.  The silver bullet of our discussion was we should not feel inferior with our local heritages, because we could find many life wisdom from them. Thus, we should conserve and sustainably inherit them to our descents. From Generation to Generation.

We ended our discussion when the Maghrib Prayer Time was calling at around 09.30 PM. We made Jamaah Prayer in which Arif was appointed to lead the prayer, although actually he is the youngest among us, But he had extremely excellent prayer recitation and beautiful voice. I did enjoy his voice.

Finally, Mas Walid and Mas Udin left at around 11 PM. While I was still staying at Arif house for another business i.e. Writing a paper. Thank you a bunch friends for the time. It was so incredible time. Thanks God for one of the most beautiful gift in life i.e. Good Friends. Thanks for the day and I love you as always.

a simple happiness in the long day of summer



It was Tuesday (07/05/2013). It was just another summer day, a very-very long time. It was my first time living in Summer. A season when we had very long day and very short night. Really, I could not enjoy summer. The very long day made me so painful and made me being trapped in the very bad mood. Perhaps, it was only all about the time did matter.  I just need enough time to get used to.

Four seasons ( Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer) in the UK have taught me that live is ever changing. I must change dynamically to survive, otherwise I will be crushed by the change. So, I must make change in each single of the time.

Just like another ordinary day in my PhD life,  It was nothing but dealing with my PC, books, papers, and a never-ending challenging puzzle named research problem.

The only time I love much during summer is Maghrib prayer Time. I went to Amenities building, Jubilee Campus, University of Nottingham, where the mosque located,  at around 8.15 pm. I made Ashar   prayer  and waited for Maghrib prayer time at around 08.45 PM. Before the Magrib prayer, I met some brothers in the mosque. One of my friends from Saudi Arabia served us dates and coffee while having encouraging chats among us. There will be always happiness when we care to each other sincerely.



I always wait for Maghrib prayer. The time, in which I can hear the golden voice of one of my brothers from Tanzania, abu bakar. Amazingly he has extremely beautiful voice that make me melting down in the shake of God.



Thank you Allah for the day.

Working on ISICO 2013 paper


It was Sunday (05/05/2013). Nice and very sunny morning.

After Subuh prayer jamaah at Portland Building, University Park, I continued my extended abstract writing with Arif. Apparently, the most difficult part is the mathematical model part. It was very easy to explain the problems in daily conversation words. However, it was very not trivial thing to formulate the problems in mathematical model, indeed. Even, for Arif who are majoring in Mathematics, it was not trivial thing.

In the middle of  working on the paper, we cooked together again. In this time, we cooked ” Telur Balado” (Balado Eggs), and roasted chicken wings . Unbelievable, they were almost perfect. Even though,  I am not good in cooking, even I do not like cooking at all.


We posted the pictures of our food on Facebook group chat room and successfully grabbed many attention from our friends. Really, the pictures were much more beautiful than the real ones. However, to be honest, it really tasted extremely good.


It might be because the camera effect that make the pictures so beautiful and convincing.

Apparently, there is a common silver bullet between writing and cooking. Both are not easy things, not something that can be mastered directly after reading a guideline book. Both require a long time practical experience. So, the only best way to be mastering in cooking and writing is by carrying out cooking and writing iteratively till you find the rule of thumbs by your self.

Although it was only a sudden idea to collaborate in writing the paper in only a day before the submission deadline. Finally, we successfully finished the paper writing at night.  We submitted the paper to the easy-chair soon afterwards. We do hope that it will be accepted and encourage us to write further in the near future. At least, this writing project had trained us to squeeze our mind to solve real-world daily problems with our expertise area. Indeed, as what Enstein had told, education is not simply learning the fact, but real education is the training of mind to think.

After that, we had never ending casual chat about everything at the rest of the day. We always have something to discuss that make us forgetful with the time that went so swiftly and make me stay overnight again at Arif house. Sometime, I think it was too much . But it happened out of my control indeed. Hopefully, it will always become positive things.

Thank you ya Allah for today, my great pleasure and thankfulness over each single of your blessing.

what I called it : “The Romanticism Of Brotherhood”.

“………., mungkin Sampeyan akan mengatakan saya terlalu romantis, tapi sungguh, saya sangat merindukan keakraban seperti dulu, di mana masing-masing kita masih hanya manusia-manusia yang tak terkalungi atribut-atribut. Sampeyan bebas menegur saya dan saya tak merasa sungkan menegur Sampeyan. Karena keikhlasan lebih kuat dari pada rasa rikuh dan sungkan. Dan ternyata keikhlasan persahabat pun dapat dikalahkan oleh keperkasaan waktu. Sejak Sampeyan dikhianati oleh orang-orang yang dulu Sampeyan percayai mendukung Sampeyan (bahkan waktu saya peringatkan, Sampeyan malah menasehati agar saya jangan su-uddzan kepada orang) dan akhirnya melalui mereka, Allah membebaskan Sampeyan dari beban berat yang Sampeyan pikul sendirian, saya sebenarnya sudah berharap masa keakraban itu akan kembali.

Namun ternyata harapan itu justru terasa semakin jauh. Kini saya bahkan seperti tak mengenali Sampeyan lagi…………………………………………”

bait diatas adalah penggalan surat dari seorang sahabat kepada sahabatnya yang sangat dirindukanya. yang karena kesibukan nya masing-masing mereka sudah lama sekali tidak bisa saling ketemu.

surat itu ditulis oleh Gus Mus  aka KH Mustofa Bisri kepada sahabat lamanya Gus Dur
aka KH Abdurahman Wahid. dengan maksud merindukan sosok yang dianggap selalu demokrat, egalitarian, dan romantis yang dibangun sejak kuliah dimesir, berubah legal-formal lantaran jarak kekuasan, yang menurutnya mengurangi keakraban antara keduanya. Dengan sangat indah ia menulis kata-kata, layak orang kasmaran dan tak lupa diselah-selah kalimat romantisnya menyelipkan pesan agar orang disayangi itu tidak terjebak pada bithanaah lantaran ia berpandangan tokoh sebesar Gus Dur pasti akan dikerumuni banyak orang yang mempunyai kepentingan untuk diri sendiri.

surat tersebut dibukukan dalam salah satu bukunya Gus Mus: GUSDUR GARIS MIRING PKB. yang sempet saya baca dari halaman awal sampek terakhir di toko buku gramedia MATOS Malang bareng my brother tanpa harus membeli, …yang karena males keluar duit juga karena bukunya ndak tebel -cuman seratus halaman ++ – beberapa bulan yang lalu.

Dulu saya merasa aneh, kenapa yach.. saya terkadang kangen banget dengan beberapa sahabat saya, dan kalau ketemu itu kayak saudara sendiri. sangat akrab bahkan terkadang lebih dari saudara sendiri. Saudara yang akan mengingatkan jika saudaranya lupa… Saudara yang akan meluruskan kembali jika saudaranya salah…. Saudara yang tetap mesra dan romantis meski sering berbeda pandangan dan pendapat.

“Mesra dan Romantis” antara sahabat dengan sahabat. antara lelaki dengan lekaki.
mungkin bagi beberapa orang adalah sesuatu yang “WEIRD”.

Tapi ternyata seorang tokoh sekaliber Gus Mus pun pernah merasakan what i called it :
“The Romantism Of Brotherhood”.