Showing posts from July, 2016


Belum sempat ia mengaduk-aduk tasnya untuk mencari bolpen, Rangga menyodorkan bolpennya. Kemala mengambilnya, menuliskan sebait kalimat dan mengembalikannya pada Rangga tanpa saling menatap. Keduanya tersenyum. Kemala merasa pipinya menghangat. Entah kenapa, Rangga seolah tahu apa kebutuhan Kemala tanpa ia harus meminta. 
'Darn you memory, why do you keep on repeating the good bits?'


I thought I could put an end since it felt complicated
Distracting my self with work and friends
so I could stop missing him and stop sending him messages
But why I felt happy when I talked to him?
Why my gloomy day became bright, only because of him?

Expiry Date

I do not realize that our agreement has an expiry date but apparently it has
I start to see you in my friends' page and maybe, it is about time
It is funny that this month is July
Years ago I mixed it with June


If you stay in one place, would it be easier to call a particular place: home, a place that will give you a warm feeling of belonging, of being part of something? Being a gypsy allows you to travel to many places in the world, intersect your life with others' who do not share similar beliefs, culture and tradition. At the same time, you feel that all of you are the same human being. Sometimes you communicate not through words but through smiles or gesture, a universal language that can either make or brake you.

I still remember my experience being in the police station in Turkey airport due to lack of dollar. The police was amused by the immigration office who did not accept euro but then accompanied me to go to the nearest ATM. We have to pass several guards and it felt cool to have a personal bodyguard.

An old man in an onyx shop who gave me a present because he saw me as a family.

A lady in a hotel in Nanjing who always tried to serve me even when it was not necessary or when i…

Flowers, Closure and Friendship

If only ...
One can choose to whom they fall
Then maybe ...
The flowers may blossom into one's heart

Unfortunately, we are not living in the world of ifs and maybes. I even do not know whether I can still see you as my friend. When you did not acknowledge my space, I do not know whether we have anything left. I want you to be happy, to be loved by someone who love you the way you do. But now the words do not even sound sincere anymore.