Matahari Senja | 7

a n g a n

Aku tenung penuh makna

Bulan penuh, terang cahaya

Wajahnya sama, seolah setia 

Namun berubah posisi dan tona.

Lihatlah ia -

Rindukan bentuk tidak sempurna

Seolah menanti entah apa

Mungkinkah realiti sang purnama?

Celakalah pungguk di pohon sana.

Matahari Senja | 6

AH!

Andai bisa ku dipertemukan

Denganmu seabad awal

Akanku serah seluruh hati dan jiwaku

Ku galas tubuhku untuk bersamamu

Sepanjang hayatku. 

Andai bisa ku simpan luka silammu

Akan ku kandung semuanya

Biarkan lukamu luput dimamah masa

Hanya naratif indah hiasi kita.

Andai bisa aku cinta

Aku nikmati rasa ini sepenuh daya

Sedalam-dalamnya -

dan tak mungkin kau kan temui, hujung pangkalnya.

Phonecall | Part Two

"Bye Adam. I'll - I guess I'll just wait for -" and the call ended.

"Your call," Adam uttered, once hastily swapped to another call.

"Hi, that was -" a familiar voice greeted him.

"'Fast'? (Laughed) Sorry I was on call with Dian. Hi!"

"That girl again. Adam, you like her don't you?"

"Ma, she's a good company."

"Just admit you still like her. Aiiiyaa," Ma dragged her sigh long, "So much pain listening to this." 

"I'm fine here. (Laugh) thank you for the reminder. So what's up?"

"What can she give you? She looks happy all the time you sure she is sane?" Ma questioned Adam, this time with a more serious tone.

"She is Ma. Happy is good, right?" Adam questioned, this time equally serious.

"Happy is good. But crazy people also happy all the time what," Adam could almost imagine her rolling her eyes while saying this.

"So. I should make sure she's not crazy then I can date her is that how it's gonna go?"

"You sure you wanna go out dating with this lady after all?"

"No! Was just saying things without thinking!" Adam burst a punch of laughter.

Ma decided not to respond. She skipped the whole conversation.

"You eaten already or not? Have money or not? Want me to come over?"

"Aww, I'm blushed all over. Yes to all Ma. I miss you."

"I miss you too. I'll come over now."

"Alright then! See you babe." Adam replied, with a naughty tone.

"See ya Papa my baby."

And the phonecall ended.


D.

D.

Danielle

Daphne

Desiree

Dian. 

Call me 2morrow. I hv meeting to attend la8r

SENT.

Phonecall | Part One

Adam. Adam, Adam, she mumbled.

Adam.

The name of a man who stole her heart popped in her head for the hundredth time today.

It had been awhile. 8 days to be exact. 8 days since they last talked to each other.

The previous conversation was hanging unattended.

Or was it not? Dian reached for her phone to check again.

Goodnight, was her last text to him.

It was not replied. Was it even read? Impossible if he didn't. He was always with his phone, she thought to her self. 

 It was an unusual thing for a strong girl like Dian to feel so shaky when it came to people.

She was a great spokesperson. A confident one at that.

But this call she was about to make sent shivers down her spine.

"Hi," a deep voice greeted her at the other end. She gasped.

That was easy, she tipped on her toes.

She turned around, and gracefully glanced at the mirror and saw herself, a thrilled, petite girl.

"Hi," Dian responded, as feminine as possible.

"What's up Dian? Been missing you!" Adam said excited.

"I'm good! Actually, really great! I received an award for being in the top three in my college earlier today."

"Wow, that's great. You're my girl. Of course you'd be on such spree," Dian heard Adam let out a manly giggle.

"Been missing you Adam. Where have you been?" Dian went straight to the point. And then she wondered, was that really the point?

"Been busy baby. I - Hold on. Someone's on the line. Will call you back okay -"

"Okay - " Dian smiled, while looking at the mirror of course. The reflection of her happy face just made her happier.

"Bye baby."

"Bye Adam. I'll - I guess I'll just wait for -" and the call ended.

Your phone call, she whispered to that silly girl in the mirror.

She raised both her arms and fell on her back against her bed. She felt as if heaven had just bent and reached her hands.

And as she was listening to the ticking clock on her side,  darkness collapsed on her again.

But that dim table light shone on her smile.


P/S:  A dedication to a dear friend, whose heart whispers louder than her words.

Alma

ALMA

I grabbed his hand and held it so tight I almost felt like I was hurting him, "Wake up!" I wanted to scream. All that came out was a harsh whisper, half anger while another, sympathy.

I wiped my tears away, feeling sorry for him. He was my only close friend, almost like a brother to me. I couldn't afford to watch him broken and helpless. 

I couldn't possibly live another week looking at him, walking around thinking he was going somewhere when he was clearly not. I remembered when he enthusiastically told me he wanted to be someone new, just several month ago, how he wanted to find someone new to compliment the other half.

Bullshit. 

When he shared he was going out with some new clicks from work, I knew he had to force himself out of the house. I knew he would later spend the rest of the night on his bed, shedding sour, lukewarm tears on his pillow.

Cock and bull story. 

Everything was a lie. The moment he looked at her picture, I knew he had failed miserably. I wasn't sure which one was more puzzling, the fact that he wasn't going anywhere or this churning mixture of exasperation and regret I was feeling.

He finally looked at me when I tighten my grip. He hesitated. Then held my face softly, each palm on each cheek and finally mumbled, "I want to run away my friend. I do not belong here."

"Stop it. You can't leave me. Why must you leave? TELL ME. Why can't she, leave instead?"

"She's not," he paused, trying to retain his conspicuous sorrow, "Going anywhere. The longer I stay, the longer I'm going to get hurt."

I was relieved he finally came to his senses. but I felt cheated. "We are so close, Nate. And now you suddenly decide to break this one for this worthless lady. How is this fair to me?" I pushed his hands away. I knew I was going to be lonelier than I was already now.

"Alma-" he reached for me again.

"It's okay. She won. I failed as a friend."

"Come close to me," he muttered slowly.

As I reluctantly drew myself in his embrace, the summer wind gushed in through the window.

The Start

One day, with creaky voice, I will finally have the strength to say "Hello" to you, though clumsily. And with a genuine hint of surprise and sparkle in your eyes, you'll smile to me with a simple "Hi". Little did I know that you have always wanted me to make the first move, after years of bumping awkwardly into each other. With summer wind in your hair and falling leaves around us, we recklessly fall deeper in love. That's how the story of us begins. 

The Start.