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Antologi Bunga Matahari

Aku suka banget nulis.
Kadang cuma tertulis di benakku, memang.
Tapi akhirnya,
semua bisa baca tulisanku.
Puisi-puisiku.

Aku pengen jadi penulis.
Full time.
Di rumah kayu impianku,
aku berada di sana menulis lembaran-lembaran parkamen.
bercerita tentang dia, aku dan kamu. Juga mereka.

Akhirnya,
eh... bukan akhirnya.
Awalnya,
terbit juga 2 puisiku bersama puisi teman-teman.
Dalam sebuah buku.

Buku yang nyata!
Puluhan lembar,
Bersampul,
Berpengantar dari seorang Seno Gumira,
Ada izin terbitnya,
Aku nggak percaya!

Antologi Bunga Matahari.
Itu judulnya.
Kalo mau, bisa cari di Aksara.

Ini langkah awal.
Harus ada buku selanjutnya.

Amin.

Do you know?

Do you know how it feel?
When your heart pounding hard, hoping that the time is right.

Do you know how it feel?
When you hold your breath, try to collect all guts you have.

Do you know how it feel?
When you're listening and ignoring your heart, ... you just can't decide.

Do you know how it feel?
Having a great expectation is as bad as you'd never hope.

Do you know how it feel?
To be angry.

Do you know how it feel?
To lost your faith.

Do you know how it feel?
To hopelessly hope.

Do you know how it feel?
To question love.

Do you know how it feel?
To blame.

Do you know how it feel?
To give everything. Then hope for one thing.

Do you know how it feel?
To envy.

Do you know how it feel?
When coldness is so near.

Do you know how it feel?
Here, to be alone.

Do you know how it feel?
To wait something you couldn't see.



(Dedicated to all pregnancy test packs, who become my best friend.)

Numb

Monday morning, 15 November 2005

About n hour ago. Nine something in the morning.
I arrived at the office. I smelt the musty, moldy, sweaty scent.
I log on to the network. I forgot to fill in the time sheet last Friday.
I filled it in. I made up things. 12 hours working for meeting and brainstorming.
I tried to log in again. I checked out mails. I checked out Friendster (I don’t care about it anymore). I checked my blog. I checked my Multiply (I don’t care about it too).

15 minutes after I arrived.
I saw Sheilla. I called her. I asked her where she had had lost her cell phone (I knew it, for sure. I just want her to come by). And she did. She told me the story. Again. Then I told her about Astrid, our friend who lost her baby. I asked her about my idea for print ad. She didn’t get it. Oh, shit. Sheilla gone away.

2 minutes after that.
Our secretary comes in. For the first time after the almost 2 weeks holiday.
I gave her fake smile. I gave her a fake hugely hug.

Some minutes later.
Someone …