(Rubbing my palms) Hehe. Am going to Bandung very soon.
So, I’m in the Indo mood.
When we first emailed each other, MamaPasha said “Wah! Jago banget bahasa Indonya.”
I owe that to Inten and Desi,my housemate and classmate during my postgrad years.
I speak their language not bcoz I refuse to ‘mendaulatkan’ our mother tongue. But I don’t wanna be like ayam and itik.
To me, it’s gonna be damn funny if they talk to me in Indo, while I reply in Bahasa Melayu (or is it Bahasa Malaysia?) U see, even the name of the language has been changed a few times. Pendirian pun xde, nak mendaulat apakebendanya?
Hence, I only use our language at times I really wanna express myself while talking to them.
One funny conversation was when we were walking together towards the musolla with Fiza, another Malaysian who keeps her mother tongue, even while speaking to Indonesians.
Inten : Is, ini celana kamu yang baru beli kemaren?
Me : Apa celana…celana? Seluar la…
Inten : Hah?! Seluar??? Qeqeqeqe...
Fiza : Ooo...orang Indonesia panggil celana ye? Lawak la pulak.
Inten : Emang kamu panggilnya seluar? (chuckling)
Me : Iya...
Inten : Terus, kalo seluar dalam, panggilnya apa?
Me+Fiza : Seluar dalam la.
Inten : Lho? Udah seLUAR, dalam lagi??? Hahaha.
Me: Woi… apa kutuk-kutuk ni woi?
That day when I was at MamaPasha’s place, I read her recipe books. I do understand few ingredients, but mak aiii... There are many more that I do not know! :P