Cinta tak perlu diuji atau dikatakan. Cinta akan tumbuh dengan sendirinya jika memang mau tumbuh.This time
Ayu Utami wrote a memoir. A story about his husband Prasetya Riksa aka Erik Setyawan aka Enrico. Enrico was born on February 15, 1958 at the time PRRI riot in Padang, West Sumatra took place. Perhaps he was the youngest baby who joined the riot. At age of one day he started to live in a wild jungle.
The riot failed. Enrico's life then continued. Let's see him as a little boy. He used to play with his friends here and there until his mother lost her temper and called him a naughty boy, a rebel son. His mother was a religious person especially when she joined a sect called
Saksi Yehuwa, she avoided any worldly things and focused on waiting for the end of the world, the doomsday, that was predicted would happen in 1975.
The bigger Enrico was, the more disagreements he had with his mother. Finally after graduating from his high school, Enrico decided to continue his study in ITB, leaving his parents and all old memories in Padang. He thought that Bandung was his ticket to freedom. No more his mother, no more rules to follow.
Nevertheless life doesn't always turn out the way we plan. There are rain and sunshine in every one's life. It's interesting to read Enrico's life story. Many elements are mixed here, the politics, the religion, the relationship between the son and the mother, the life style and at last his love and the reason behind their marriage. Ayu wrote it very detailed. All is disclosed. Even things that for most people probably will be considered as very personal but not for Ayu and Enrico, they tell everything.
Honestly I enjoyed the story. I laughed for some parts and pondered for the other parts. Since I love reading people's memoirs, I guess this one is worth to read, the unique one.
