Botol anggur merah di hadapanku tiga perempat kosong. Seperempatnya sebentar lagi akan masuk ke kerongkongan dan merayapi saluran cerna sampai akhirnya menyerap dan bersatu dengan detak. Detak dalam detik yang menggelitik otak hingga membuatku mabuk.
Lalu kamu hanya tertawa. Kamu bilang, anggur tidak akan membuatku mabuk.
Siapa bilang aku mabuk anggur? Aku mabuk kamu! Kataku. Tentunya, dalam hati.
Anggur itu minuman para dewa. Mereka yang membuatnya, bukan manusia. Tidak ada yang tahu apa yang terjadi setelah anggur-anggur itu ditutup dan dibiarkan tanpa usaha. Hingga akhirnya berbagai rasa tercipta dan terasa begitu nikmat saat ia menyentuh ujung bibirmu. Katamu.
Kudengarkan kata-katamu dengan telingaku. Tapi tidak dengan pikiranku. Karena manusia-manusia kecil di dalam kepalaku lebih berani untuk mandiri dan menentukan sikap mereka. Dan kali ini, mereka memutuskan untuk sibuk dengan dunianya sendiri.
Tapi … dewa? Bagiku semuanya justru sangat humanis. Karena membuat anggur itu sama dengan menyimpan perasaanku untuk kamu. Kupetik, dan kusimpan bertahun-tahun. Aku tutup rapat, dan tak pernah kubiarkan alkoholnya bocor ke udara. Hingga saatnya tiba, ia akan meletup dengan sendirinya. Memberi hawa yang membuatmu terlena dan efeknya sama memabukkannya.
Kamu masih terus bicara. Sampai akhirnya kamu berkata. Ah, anggur ini telah membuatmu mengantuk. Oh, berapa kali harus aku bilang. Aku tidak mengantuk. Aku mabuk. Aku mabuk kamu! Kataku. Tentunya, dalam hati.
Tapi kamu tidak akan percaya kalau aku mabuk. Karena menurut kamu, anggur itu tidak memabukkan. Ya, kan? Kamu memang tidak pernah percaya aku. Tapi aku percaya kamu telah kembali. Dan kamu membawa anggur merah yang terbaik di dunia. Untuk aku. Darah yang mengalir dalam nadimu.
©wulliewullie.blogspot.com
L.O.V.E
Entering my thirty-first’s round revolving the sun. Of all the things I have to learn about finding out the answers of God’s riddles, there is one subject who has been on top of my list, needs to be cracked: LOVE. Whether it is about the love itself, how I love and how to be loved.
Love is like the same, old, classic subject and I have been taking the class over and over, but I had never understood the lesson behind it. This is my most favorite subject but again, I failed over and over. This is the class I always wait for, for it gives me the thrilling sense of listening to the teacher, digest them inside my brain, seed them to my heart and I can’t hardly wait for some lab experiment making love potions. And this is the only subject i wish there never be assignments. But come to think of it, this is the lesson that is always put to the test. Mostly, without prior notice.
I have no idea what love is. I even want to tell my son “Son, this is the lesson I can’t teach you and you need to learn yourself.” And I might have ever lost my hope on love, and I might have felt that love is merely a concept and over-rated. All I know, so far, is when you love someone; you do something about it. Let alone of finding my true love.
But then I learned that love is not only about how I think of it. Yes, love is about feeling. You can’t really describe what love is or why you love someone. You cannot think what you feel, for your glossary of words can never be sufficient enough to describe what you are feeling. Then I learned that love comes in many forms. Through hatreds, envy, jealousy, anger, or sometimes comes in an even more descent package of attention, companion, comforts and good conversations.
I learned Love is about to see (with your heart), the people around who loves you. How they want you to be happy and how they tried hard for your happiness, and how they expect you always to be happy. And this is the biggest bless from The Almighty which I am grateful with. I always surrounded by people who loves me. And they are the people who gave me the strength to face this cruel world. And they are my form of love.
I learned that ... feelings will find their way.
And in my thirty first’s round of revolving the sun, none of my love is lessen. It has been topping up, from time to time. Thank you, and I always love you. Being 31, … I love it so far.
©wulliewullie.blogspot.com
life is in your hand
i'd just really understood the term "Life is in your hand" when i accidentally tangled with this rubik. one little flaw that needed a HUGE courage to fix it.
rubik is about a process to put things together to get what we (thought) we wanted. what we (thought) we expected. what we (thought) we had in mind ... and so is life.
many times, it is hard for us to mess up everything we have done. 1, 2, 3, 4 , 5 and on. and then we become compromise of little mistake. little flaws. but if we eager to take risk to destroy everything, we might have a bigger change to be succeed. which hopefully, perfect.
if only life is not also about people around, those you love, ... i think it would be wonderful to play around with your life. checkered with trial and error, on and on until you finally found what you are looking for. and then you will die, right before you can enjoy your victory.
but that's life, i guess. it is always about other people. it is a matter of how we can steal a little chunk of the pie to enjoy ourself. pieces of crumbs that really made your day :)
namaste, life!
©wulliewullie.blogspot.com
autumn
The sun has just taken a rest from its longest journey
Ashamedly hiding behind the golden drapery
And as your silhouette lengthen
Shadows of the past appear in mosaic pattern
I am looking at the sky
But all I see is the falling leaves
Like puzzles in thousands of pieces
Falling down to its places
Many people passing by
Why it’s only you who says goodbye
Is it because you will be back someday
With a love bigger than today
A cup of coffee in my hand
Will I drink it, will I not
Cause its getting cold
And I am getting old
©wulliewullie.blogspot.com
Ashamedly hiding behind the golden drapery
And as your silhouette lengthen
Shadows of the past appear in mosaic pattern
I am looking at the sky
But all I see is the falling leaves
Like puzzles in thousands of pieces
Falling down to its places
Many people passing by
Why it’s only you who says goodbye
Is it because you will be back someday
With a love bigger than today
A cup of coffee in my hand
Will I drink it, will I not
Cause its getting cold
And I am getting old
©wulliewullie.blogspot.com
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