Plea
Let’s ramble. Just ramble. Over a cup of tea and bring me closer to your fantasy tell me bedtime story or the glimmering lights in the city you know, this is my plea.
Let’s ramble. Just ramble. Over a cup of tea and bring me closer to your fantasy tell me bedtime story or the glimmering lights in the city you know, this is my plea.
Sekali waktu, ketika rindunya memuncak, ia memutar ingatannya semasa umur delapan atau sembilan. Duduk berdampingan di kursi plastik. Diam. Khidmat menonton siaran televisi. Atau lelap dalam peluknya sembari lamat-lamat mendengar perempuan itu mendendangkan Walk Away dengan kemampuan bahasa yang terbatas. Di saat-saat itu, ia ingin kembali ke sana. Masuk ke dalam rahimnya agar selalu bersama. Tak terlepas meski lewat sembilan…
Sesekali, aku berharap kita bertemu lebih awal. Mungkin baiknya begitu. Kau lebih dulu bertemu denganku sebelum dengan dia. Lalu kau tersenyum. Meninju bahuku. “Kau sinting,” katamu. Memang demikian adanya. Aku sinting. Kau tahu pasti soal itu. Jika kita waras, kita tidak bisa mencandu. Ketulusan ada pada hati yang gila. Kau diam. Membuang pandanganmu. Lalu pergi. “Dua puluh menit lagi dia…
But you’re not completely fine. You’re still wounded. Torn apart. You’re hopelessly desperate about the dream you haven’t pursued; the words you left unspoken; about an apology you never say; and the past love that hurts your heart and bones. With all of these things, you learn to accept the pain and mend the broken pieces. You embrace your fragility…
I’m dating your mind, for it is the only place I can see the beauty of a man and the true color of life. P.S: Originally handwritten on August 12th, 2014 at MMC Hospital Jakarta, Room 503.
I smelt your perfume, hoped it would stay a little bit longer so I could reminisce the warmth of your hugs, the gentleness when your lips danced on mine. I smelt your perfume, freezing the moment when we firstly met. My mind played our every scene. I still smelt your perfume; it stayed there and would always be.
It’s late at night and no one’s around. Darkness filled my room. Silence. I looked at a clock: 2:39 AM. A melody resonated in my ears. I played that song, my favorite song that has been always reminded me of you. Then I secretly tweet your name. Once. Twice.. but then it became my late-night-habit. As I finished tweeting it,…
I love you, from the very first time we met. I remember that day, that place, the clothes you wore, the bag you carried on your shoulder. I remember when my eyes met yours. My heart palpitated. It beat faster, 10 times faster than before. I had no clue why my hands were wet. Butterflies flew on my stomach. You…
Malam ini, aku mau menulismu. Mungkin tentang lekuk matamu yang dibingkai alis yang tak terlalu pejal. Mungkin juga soal hidungmu yang sempurna. Atau bagaimana kau menggenggam tanganku seraya berusaha fokus pada kemudi mobil saat kita membelah malam di Jakarta. Aku mau menulis tentang betapa aku kecanduan bersandar di bahumu hingga terlelap. Sesekali akan kuselipkan cerita tentang sisi manjaku, keluhan-keluhanku, mimpiku……
I thank my God for the morning hot tea today. For a friendly traffic. For those songs I could listen and sing on my iPod. For the warm breeze of the trees behind the gate. For a sudden kiss on my cheek you gave, realizing that our love is still there.