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Selasa, 27 Agustus 2013

Him (LIBEL)

Angin malam hari ini mengingatkanku akan kejadian hari ini. Bahwa kita memang hidup sendirian dan penuh dengan kejutan yang nggak akan kita kira dan nggak akan pernah bisa diungkapkan dengan kata-kata karena keterkejutan kita yang berhembus hebat dalam raga ini. Seharusnya aku sudah menyadari ini dari awal, tapi entah kenapa dia pintar dalam hal menyembunyikan "who am I you think?". Awalnya kita tahu seperti apa dia, dan bagaimana kita harus bersikap di hadapannya. Dia selalu ceria dan menganggap sesuatu hal kita kerjakan adalah untuk hiburan semata, bukan karena kita memang harus mengerjakannya. Good point isn't? Tapi ternyata, he's a good actor. Selama ini kita nggak pernah tahu apa yang dia pikirkan. Jika dilihat secara kasat mata, dia adalah seorang yang friendly and never see who's his friend. But now I'm know, who is he. Dia membuat salah paham orang lain dengan polosnya dan menganggapnya tidak pernah terjadi and always use us to make “the fight”. Dan hal tentang-membuat-orang-lain-salah-paham-sehingga-menjadi-tidak-kenal-satu-sama-lain, do it well until others know who am I in-your-word-and-description. Because your drama, I think if you feel alone in the world. Aku juga berpikiran sama denganmu, tetapi aku tidak menyalahgunakan dalam dramaku.
With all of this day, he tell me everything "if" he's different with me or his friends. Selama ini dia memakai topeng yang sangat sempurna dan nggak akan bisa melepasnya sampai dia mau. Good attitude, friendly, keep smile, always listen to the others and bountiful are just "a" mere disguise. Aku pikir hanya satu sifat untuk menggambarkan "his new identity", LIBEL. Itu adalah jati dirinya yang sebenarnya. And now, dia membuat kejadian di masa lalu terulang kembali. But, you make it very "colouful" with extra spice in the drama. You win now, but I can't guarantee you will fine in the future. I think an accident in the past are didn’t meant anything. Just a bad moment and never think it.
I hope you (readers) won’t be like him who always use a mask to hide who you are in this world. You and others are same, the different just how-you-see-the-world-and-handle-it-in order to-live-in-peace. Extra spice is finee, but remember proportion it.

Rabu, 21 Agustus 2013

Give In

A pointed fable is told about a young lion and a cougar. Both thirsty, the animals arrived at their usual water hole at the same time. They immediately began to argue about who should satisfy their thirst first. The argument became heated, and each decided he would rather die than give up the privilege of being first to quench his thirst. As they stubbornly confronted each other, their emotions turned to rage. Their cruel attacks on each other were suddenly interrupted. They both looked up. Circling overhead was a flock of vultures waiting for the loser to fall. Quietly, the two beasts turned and walked away. The thought of being devoured was all they needed to end their quarrel.

Angin

Embun di pagi hari dapat membuat kita mengetahui bahwa dunia telah siap untuk menuntun kita pada hari yang baru dengan awalan yang baru juga. Angin yang berhembus dapat menenangkan hati yang gundah saat bangun tidur. Kita juga dapat merasakan bahwa kita hidup untuk dijalani dan dinikmati. Tapi ada kalanya saat kita jalani, ternyata banyak ombak yang menerjang dan angin yang menerpa saat kita siap untuk tetap meneruskan “surfing”. Kemudian tersadar bahwa itu adalah latihan dalam perjalanan menuju “matahari”.

Minggu, 18 Agustus 2013

My Mother

Once, my mother and I went to a mall for Eid shopping. It was Ramadan; before Maghrib prayer, we were fasting. My mother was tired and a little dizzy. We went into a shop that had mirrors at the back. My mother went straight to the mirrors, and all of a sudden she bumped into it. I heard her saying sorry to her. She tried to avoid her by stepping to the right. But to her astonishment the figure of this woman moved to the same direction. My mother got suspicious. Who was that woman? Why was she moving in the same direction? Then; she realized that it was only her reflection. She looked at the salesman who was standing by and smiling , obviously he saw everything since the beginning. He  didn’t bother himself  to say anything to her.  My mother got mad at him and told him that they should put some tape on the mirror to distinguish it as a mirror not as an extension to the shop, so other women wouldn’t bump into it and hurt themselves. He commented that it happened several times to other ladies, they told the manager about adding a tape to the mirror but he refused. We left the shop without buying anything. When we left my mother was laughing at her self.