Ringkasan singkat hidup saya yang selalu di tolong Ompung-Manis:
Tahun 1951 awal, saya di bawa ke Jakarta naik kapal laut melalui Palembang.
Waktu itu saya berumur 1 tahun lebih. Ingin di buang ke laut Jawa.
Saat itu dalam perjalanan Palembang ke Jakarta, saya rewel menangis
terus karena ada banyak bisul di kepala. Mama saat itu sedang hamil
muda, tak tahan mendengar-nya. Untunglah si-embok kesayangan
mengendong, dan memeluki saya terus. :
" Jangan Nyonya-muda, jangan Nyonya-muda, jangan......"
cerita ini saya dapat dari adik mama, Lak-i Ting.
Saya didorong ke bak-baru-septic-tank penuh berisi air oleh
teman sebaya. Saat itu saya tenggelam, dan semua lari menangis
ketakutan, sambil jerit-jerit :" Si Emping, si Emping.."
Untunglah ada pak Achmad, tukang batu liwat. Ia
mengangkat saya dari bak itu, sebelum mama datang menolong.
Waktu mapram fkui. Ditolong Sujoko Prajitno Tedjowinoto,
sekarang dokter bedah terkenal di Jakarta.
Waktu di Manado, isteri dan saya bisa mengasuh anak dalam hidup
sederhana, menanam singkong, jagung, pisang, mangga dan duren.
Pelihara ayam, kelinci dan babi. Naik kapal kayu dari Manado-Tahuna,
dengan penumpang yang dua kali kapasitas kapal. Syukurlah
tidak terjadi bahaya angin ribut.
dan terutama yang kedua terakhir:
2009: kebakaran di rumah Boundary. Saya masuk untuk memadamkan
api dg handuk basah, api mengecil, tapi masih ada sedikit. Kembali
lagi dengan handuk basah, lalu api menyambar baju2 di closet, terus
timbul api besar sekali. Untung saya masih bisa membuka pintu yang
tertutup sendiri dan mata menjadi 'buta' silau. Setelah diluar baru
kaget sekali, bahwa ada fireplace di sebelah, yang tidak meledak.
2020: Yokohama, sambil menunggu karantina di cruise Diamond Princess,
saya jatuh sakit. Sakit begitu hebat sampai mati suri, seperti yang
dikatakan dokter dan dari hasil laboratorium.
Semuanya terjadi karena Tuhan Jesus itu hidup, dan selalu menemani.
Saya panggil sayang-sayang Ompung-Manis kepada-NYA.
Saat itu dalam perjalanan Palembang ke Jakarta, saya rewel menangis
terus karena ada banyak bisul di kepala. Mama saat itu sedang hamil
muda, tak tahan mendengar-nya. Untunglah si-embok kesayangan
mengendong, dan memeluki saya terus. :
" Jangan Nyonya-muda, jangan Nyonya-muda, jangan......"
cerita ini saya dapat dari adik mama, Lak-i Ting.
Saya didorong ke bak-baru-septic-tank penuh berisi air oleh
teman sebaya. Saat itu saya tenggelam, dan semua lari menangis
ketakutan, sambil jerit-jerit :" Si Emping, si Emping.."
Untunglah ada pak Achmad, tukang batu liwat. Ia
mengangkat saya dari bak itu, sebelum mama datang menolong.
Waktu mapram fkui. Ditolong Sujoko Prajitno Tedjowinoto,
sekarang dokter bedah terkenal di Jakarta.
Waktu di Manado, isteri dan saya bisa mengasuh anak dalam hidup
sederhana, menanam singkong, jagung, pisang, mangga dan duren.
Pelihara ayam, kelinci dan babi. Naik kapal kayu dari Manado-Tahuna,
dengan penumpang yang dua kali kapasitas kapal. Syukurlah
tidak terjadi bahaya angin ribut.
dan terutama yang kedua terakhir:
2009: kebakaran di rumah Boundary. Saya masuk untuk memadamkan
api dg handuk basah, api mengecil, tapi masih ada sedikit. Kembali
lagi dengan handuk basah, lalu api menyambar baju2 di closet, terus
timbul api besar sekali. Untung saya masih bisa membuka pintu yang
tertutup sendiri dan mata menjadi 'buta' silau. Setelah diluar baru
kaget sekali, bahwa ada fireplace di sebelah, yang tidak meledak.
2020: Yokohama, sambil menunggu karantina di cruise Diamond Princess,
saya jatuh sakit. Sakit begitu hebat sampai mati suri, seperti yang
dikatakan dokter dan dari hasil laboratorium.
Semuanya terjadi karena Tuhan Jesus itu hidup, dan selalu menemani.
Saya panggil sayang-sayang Ompung-Manis kepada-NYA.
I was born in Lahat, South Sumatra, 1949. The Dutch army had left,
but the Republic army had not yet entered. Lahat became a no man's land.
Engkong Hong Tjiang deliberately cleaned the only firearm, a pistol,
which he obtained while working at the Buki Asam Coal Company,
Tanjung Enim, in front of the house, so that people would see. However,
we were all afraid, because every day, we received news of kidnappings and so on.
A brief summary of my life that was always helped by Ompung-Manis:
Early in 1951, I was taken to Jakarta by ship via Palembang.
At that time I was over 1 year old. They wanted to throw me into the Java Sea.
At that time, on the way from Palembang to Jakarta, I was fussy and
cried continuously because I had many boils on my head. My mother was
pregnant at that time, and couldn't bear to hear it.
Luckily my beloved Mbok carried me and hugged me continuously.
"Don't, young lady, don't, don't...."
I got this story from my mother's younger sisters, Auntie Ting.
I was pushed into a new septic tank full of water by my peers.
At that time I drowned, and everyone ran away crying in fear,
while screaming: "Si Emping, si Emping.." Luckily there was Mr. Achmad,
a bricklayer. He lifted me from the tank, before my mother came to help.
During the FKUI mapram. Helped by Sujoko Prajitno Tedjowinoto,
now a famous surgeon in Jakarta.
While in Manado, my wife and I were able to raise children in a simple
life, planting cassava, corn, bananas, mangoes and durians.
Raising chickens, rabbits and pigs. Riding a wooden ship from
Manado-Tahuna, with over-flow passengers twice the ship's capacity.
Thank goodness there was no danger of a hurricane.
and especially the last two:
2009: a fire at the Boundary house. I went in to put out the fire with
a wet towel, the fire got smaller, but there was still a little. Back
again with a wet towel, then the fire caught the clothes in the closet,
then a huge fire broke out. Luckily I was still able to open the door
that had closed by itself and my eyes became 'blind' from the glare.
After going outside, I was really surprised that there was
a fireplace next door that didn't explode.
2020: Yokohama, while waiting in Diamond Princess cruise for quarantine,
I fell very-sick. The illness was so severe that I died, as the doctor said
and from the laboratory results.
It all happened because the Lord JESUS is alive, and always
accompanies me.
I call Him Ompung-Manis, my dearest love.
but the Republic army had not yet entered. Lahat became a no man's land.
Engkong Hong Tjiang deliberately cleaned the only firearm, a pistol,
which he obtained while working at the Buki Asam Coal Company,
Tanjung Enim, in front of the house, so that people would see. However,
we were all afraid, because every day, we received news of kidnappings and so on.
A brief summary of my life that was always helped by Ompung-Manis:
Early in 1951, I was taken to Jakarta by ship via Palembang.
At that time I was over 1 year old. They wanted to throw me into the Java Sea.
At that time, on the way from Palembang to Jakarta, I was fussy and
cried continuously because I had many boils on my head. My mother was
pregnant at that time, and couldn't bear to hear it.
Luckily my beloved Mbok carried me and hugged me continuously.
"Don't, young lady, don't, don't...."
I got this story from my mother's younger sisters, Auntie Ting.
I was pushed into a new septic tank full of water by my peers.
At that time I drowned, and everyone ran away crying in fear,
while screaming: "Si Emping, si Emping.." Luckily there was Mr. Achmad,
a bricklayer. He lifted me from the tank, before my mother came to help.
During the FKUI mapram. Helped by Sujoko Prajitno Tedjowinoto,
now a famous surgeon in Jakarta.
While in Manado, my wife and I were able to raise children in a simple
life, planting cassava, corn, bananas, mangoes and durians.
Raising chickens, rabbits and pigs. Riding a wooden ship from
Manado-Tahuna, with over-flow passengers twice the ship's capacity.
Thank goodness there was no danger of a hurricane.
and especially the last two:
2009: a fire at the Boundary house. I went in to put out the fire with
a wet towel, the fire got smaller, but there was still a little. Back
again with a wet towel, then the fire caught the clothes in the closet,
then a huge fire broke out. Luckily I was still able to open the door
that had closed by itself and my eyes became 'blind' from the glare.
After going outside, I was really surprised that there was
a fireplace next door that didn't explode.
2020: Yokohama, while waiting in Diamond Princess cruise for quarantine,
I fell very-sick. The illness was so severe that I died, as the doctor said
and from the laboratory results.
It all happened because the Lord JESUS is alive, and always
accompanies me.
I call Him Ompung-Manis, my dearest love.
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