To be honest, Metro TV without Mata Najwa is like eating nasi timbel without chili sauce. The core pleasure of enjoying meal has been lost.
The generation who was growing up with television such as the 90s generation only had two options towards news programs on television: paying attention to or not at all. Watching news program ten to twenty years ago was far different from currently it is. Nowadays, you stay tuned to the news program because you need to. Or maybe also to meet your need for seeing ridiculous things: from carelessness in journalism ethics to the campaign of mass media owners.
TVRI once marked our time to sleep. Near 9 pm, when the news program Dunia Dalam Berita was about to air, with sleepy eyes I drag myself to bed. What I remember the most from a news program on TVRI is the running text and sign language insert box on the bottom corner of TV’s screen. To my best knowledge, both were provided to help the audiences with disabilities watching the news program.
Since TV shows become more horrible these days, public feels disappointed for losing the Mata Najwa program. We can’t find a kind of talk show like Mata Najwa at all times on Indonesian televisions. Not many can survive for years to be present on the screen and have a place in the heart of its audiences. Even of the guest speakers of the program.
Yes, each time I watch Mata Najwa suddenly I feel brainier than usually I am. A feeling of annoyance was also there, sometimes I wanted to pinch the antagonist speaker. Ha-ha! I don’t want to waste my time for too long to feel sad for this loss because it’s not only me who lost Mata Najwa and Aunty Nana on TV. All people must pray the best for someone like Najwa Shihab.
Surely, our daughter will always remember Aunty Nana. Mata Najwa aired at 8 pm, time for us getting onto bed, although we don’t always fall asleep right away. When we watched Mata Najwa, Daya would accompany us. Sometimes until it got finished, sometimes not, sometimes it’s her herself asking for “I want to watch Aunty Nana.” That’s while she was doing another activity, either it’s drawing, talking to her doll, or messing up the living room.
Last month, Aunty Nana visited Tirto. It was a coincidence that Daya was there, too. While Zen was inviting that daughter of Prof. Quraish Shihab to come into the editorial room office, Zen asked Daya: “Guess, who’s that coming?” Daya replied promptly: ”Aunty Nanaaa!”
Recently, Zen bought a new doll for Daya, and as usual, Daya will give her doll a name. This latest doll from her father was named Nana, inspired by Aunty Nana.