Kisah ini selalu membuatku terharu setiap kali aku berusaha mengingat, atau tanpa sengaja teringatkan karena aku membelikan sebuah harmonika untuk anakku. Bagiku saat itu, membeli harmonika adalah sesuatu yang luar biasa. Tapi begitulah anak-anak, meski telah diingatkan untuk membeli hanya yang perlu saja, aku tetap saja membelinya. Aku tak tahan dengan suara rengekan harmonika yang mendayu dan sepertinya mudah sekali memainkannya.Seorang temanku membelinya, dan setiap kali aku berusaha meminjamnya selalu ada saja alasan untuk menolaknya. Dan rasa penasaran itu menjadi makin besar dan tak tertahankan. Lalu mulailah aku mengumpulkan uang, aku mencoba banyak hal. salah satunya mencari potongan kawat tembaga di depan bengkel, dengan mengorek tanah karena biasanya potongan itu tersembunyi di dalamnya. Meskipun kadang-kadang dihardik pemilik bengkel kalau galian kami terlalu dalam atau membuat halaman bengkel jadi berantakan. Lalu kumpulan remah kawat aku jual, hasilnya aku tambahkan dengan sebagian uang jajan yang kusisihkan.
Akhirnya setelah uangku cukup, aku membelinya sendiri harmonika itu di toko buku di dekat jalan Kolopaking. Harmonika berwarna biru, dengan gambar boneka atau bunga di permukannya agak lupa aku dengan gambar itu, ukurannya tak begitu besar, kurang lebih 10 sentimeter, dengan bungkus kotak karton yang bisa dibuka tutup bergambar tulisan Cina dengan les biru diluarnya. Luar biasa, aku akhirnya bisa membelinya, aku terus membunyikannya sepanjang jalan begitu aku selesai membayarnya. Terus begitu, ketika mendekati rumah barulah terpikirkan olehku bagaimana reaksi ibu kalau melihat aku membeli harmonika dan bukannya buku Himpunan Pengetahuan Umum yang selalu diceritakannya.Ibu tak pernah memaksaku, hanya saja aku sebenarnya merasa kasihan dengan kondisi keuangannya. Jadi aku berusaha untuk bisa menjaga hatinya. Aku tak bisa menyalahkan siapapun, karena memang begitulah kondisi keluargaku saat itu.
Akhirnya kuputuskan aku menyembunyikannya dengan menyelipkan di pinggangku, bukan dikantong celana karena aku kuatir akan terlihat bentuknya dan akan mencurigakan ibu. Lalu aku naik ke atas loteng kakek dan kusembunyikan di atas balok semen tepat di atas kamar tidurku. Kebetulan kamar tidurku, lebih tepatnya kamar tidur aku, adikku dan ibuku tepat di samping loteng kakek. Jadi aku masih bisa melihat harmonika itu, meskipun aku sambil tiduran. Sebelum tidur aku melihat kepersembunyian harmonikaku, dan berjanji besok akan memainkannya lagi dengan tak sabar, tentu sambil sembunyi, karena adik-adikku sendiri tak tahu juga tentang harmonika itu.
Meskipun pada akhirnya ketahuan juga, karena suara lembut dan khas harmonika memang tak bisa disembunyikan. Adikku ribut dan akhirnya kami bergantian memainkannya. Dan ternyata ibuku tak marah sedikitpun kecuali hanya menanyakan kapan dan darimana uangnya. Mungkin ibu merasa sedih dan berkecil hati karena kami berusaha menyenangkan diri kami sendiri dengan membeli apa saja yang kami mau tanpa harus merepotkan ibu. Aku lega, sekaligus juga gembira, karena aku dan adik-adikku akhirnya bisa juga memainkan harmonika, tanpa harus meminjam dari temanku yang pelit itu!.
My Little Harmonica
by hans@acehdigest
This story always makes me thrilled every time I try to remember, or recall because I accidentally bought a harmonica for my son. To me then, buy harmonica is something extraordinary. But that's the children, despite having to be reminded to buy only what's necessary, I still bought it. I can not stand the whining sound of mournful harmonica and it seems easy to play.
A friend of mine bought it, and every time I try to borrow it there's always a reason to reject it. And it's curiosity becomes increasingly large and intolerable. Then I began to collect the money, I tried many things. one of them looking for pieces of copper wire in front of the garage, with a scrape piece of land because it's usually hidden in it. Although sometimes rebuked the owner if we dug too deep or make the page messy garage. Then a collection of crumbs wire I sell, I add the result to set aside some money for snacks.
Finally after enough money, I buy it myself harmonica was in a bookstore near the road Kolopaking. Blue harmonica, with a picture of a doll or a flower on the surface rather forget me with picture, size is not very large, about 10 centimeters, with a pack of cardboard boxes that can open the lid with the picture of the Chinese writing lessons with blue line. Fabulous I was finally able to buy it I kept tolling all the way as soon as I finish paying for it. Continue to do so, when approaching the house then occurred to me how the mother's reaction when they see I bought the book instead of the harmonica than the Association of Public Knowledge are always told by the mother. Mother never forced me, it's just that I actually felt sorry for the financial condition of my mother. So I tried to keep his heart. I can not blame anyone, because that was the condition of my family at that time.
Finally I decided I hide it by slipping on my waist, not in the pockets of pants because I worry about its shape and will look suspicious mother. Then I went upstairs and hid grandfather's attic on a cement block just above my bedroom. Incidentally my bedroom, bedroom I be more precise, my brothers and my mom right next to the grandfather's attic. So I can still see the harmonica, though I was while sleeping. Before bed I looked over to where I hid the harmonica, and promised to play it again tomorrow with impatience, of her hide, because my brothers did not know well about the harmonica.
Although in the end caught, too, because the typical harmonica soft voice and can not be hidden. My brother turns noisy and we finally played it. And my mother was not angry at all but just ask when and where his money. Perhaps mom feel sad and discouraged because we try to please ourselves by buying whatever we want without having to bother the mother. I was relieved, at the same time happy, because I and my brothers could eventually also plays harmonica, without having to borrow from my friend who's stingy!.
A friend of mine bought it, and every time I try to borrow it there's always a reason to reject it. And it's curiosity becomes increasingly large and intolerable. Then I began to collect the money, I tried many things. one of them looking for pieces of copper wire in front of the garage, with a scrape piece of land because it's usually hidden in it. Although sometimes rebuked the owner if we dug too deep or make the page messy garage. Then a collection of crumbs wire I sell, I add the result to set aside some money for snacks.
Finally after enough money, I buy it myself harmonica was in a bookstore near the road Kolopaking. Blue harmonica, with a picture of a doll or a flower on the surface rather forget me with picture, size is not very large, about 10 centimeters, with a pack of cardboard boxes that can open the lid with the picture of the Chinese writing lessons with blue line. Fabulous I was finally able to buy it I kept tolling all the way as soon as I finish paying for it. Continue to do so, when approaching the house then occurred to me how the mother's reaction when they see I bought the book instead of the harmonica than the Association of Public Knowledge are always told by the mother. Mother never forced me, it's just that I actually felt sorry for the financial condition of my mother. So I tried to keep his heart. I can not blame anyone, because that was the condition of my family at that time.
Finally I decided I hide it by slipping on my waist, not in the pockets of pants because I worry about its shape and will look suspicious mother. Then I went upstairs and hid grandfather's attic on a cement block just above my bedroom. Incidentally my bedroom, bedroom I be more precise, my brothers and my mom right next to the grandfather's attic. So I can still see the harmonica, though I was while sleeping. Before bed I looked over to where I hid the harmonica, and promised to play it again tomorrow with impatience, of her hide, because my brothers did not know well about the harmonica.
Although in the end caught, too, because the typical harmonica soft voice and can not be hidden. My brother turns noisy and we finally played it. And my mother was not angry at all but just ask when and where his money. Perhaps mom feel sad and discouraged because we try to please ourselves by buying whatever we want without having to bother the mother. I was relieved, at the same time happy, because I and my brothers could eventually also plays harmonica, without having to borrow from my friend who's stingy!.
