Ceritanya anak Jomb's. . .

"Aku capek." "Aku capek, mau istirahat dulu." -- "Memangnya kamu kerja apa?" "Kamu memangnya melakukan apa hari ini?" -- Kawanku, capek bukan melulu soal terlalu banyak bekerja. Atau pun terlalu banyak beraktifitas. Capek yang dirasakan seseorang bisa dikarenakan karena terlalu sering berusaha berteriak meminta tolong tapi tidak ada yang mendengar. Capek juga bisa dirasakan seseorang karena terlalu lama menarik urat senyuman, walau sebenarnya tak sedikitpun ia rasakan setitik kebahagiaan di dalam jiwanya. Atau yang lebih parah; ia capek karena sudah terlalu banyak berekspektasi terhadap manusia yang ia pikir akan mengerti, namun lagi-lagi hanya kehilangan yang ia dapatkan. Kita tak pernah tahu apa yang sedang dilalui seseorang, sejauh mana ia telah melangkah, dan berapa kali ia sudah mencoba. Jika sesekali ia mengeluh, bolehkah kalian memeluk? Atau setidaknya mengulurkan tangan? Jadi, aku capek. Apa boleh aku berhenti? Cerita akhir di

Aku mau tulis sesuatu. Kamu jangan baca, malu. Karena akan ada banyak hal yang akan kutuliskan, tentang kamu. Kalau sedang sedih sendirian, coba pejamkan mata pelan-pelan. Kemudian bayangkan hal yang menyenangkan. Siapa tahu pikiranmu bisa sedikit lebih tenang, bahkan sampai ketiduran. Aku bukan mau tulis tutorial tidur. Karena kamu paling tidak suka diatur-atur. Aku cuma ingin pikiranmu tenang. Tak perlu bersusah payah membebani pikiran. Kalau sedang bahagia tapi tidak ada yang menyambut, cobalah datang padaku untuk bercerita sampai larut. Aku akan duduk mendengarkan sambil sesekali manggut-manggut. Ikut bahagia meski tak ikut heboh gerak sana sini macam belut. Datang saja padaku selagi kamu mau. Meski hanya tempat singgah, aku cukup bahagia ketika kamu bersedia sejenak bertamu.

Yesterday, I was sitting in my favorite round table with some friends. They saw you walked by in front of me. You didn't say hi or hello, and neither did I. But everyone who were there, knew, that I was staring at you. Hoping that you would say something, or just smile. But I should've not hope too much. But it didn't hurt me either, my heart was absolutely fine. I was surprised by the way I felt, on that day. Until a friend of mine started to ask "Dude, are you okay? forget about her. She looks so fine without you." Hearing that, I immediately smiled. I stared at her for one minute. I could see it on her face, she looks fretted. "I've loved so many people in the past, I gave them all I had. Yet they decided to leave. It was terrible at first. And I should've learn that destiny will always break me. But I cou ldn 't feel anything now. Maybe it's because I gave them so much love that I have nothing now. No feelings, just emptiness. And I am

I miss the looks you gave me from across rooms that no one else noticed except me, the looks that told me you were just as interested in me as I was interested in you. I miss the rush in my stomach when your name appeared on my phone with a cute text about how badly you wanted to see me, about how you were free all weekend, about how you thought it had been way too long since we hung out one-on-one. I miss the feeling of your shoulder brushing up against mine on ‘accident’ except it wasn’t an accident because you kept it there the same way you kept your leg pressed against mine. We never acknowledged how much we touched, but we found a million excuses to get closer. We play fought. We grabbed at each other. We compared hand sizes. We cuddled. A part of me even misses the mixed signals you would send. I miss staying up until two in the morning, texting my friends about how confusing you were and trying to figure out why you would act so flirtatious with me one day and then drop out o

I want to know who your new boyfriend is. I want you to tell me all about him. I want to hear about what made you fall in love with him and how he’s been sweeping you off your feet ever since. Perhaps it was his looks, or his kindness, or the way he makes you laugh. Perhaps it’s every single thing about him, in which case I’d still want to know every single detail. I want to look at your pictures and how comfortable you are with him. I want to know the way he makes you feel. Safe, like home. Or perhaps nervous, rushed with adrenaline. Or both. I want to know if you see a future with him, or what you are planning to do to keep her in your life. I want to know the things he does that make you tick, and how you love him anyway. All the things you talk about whenever you talk to him, day and night and in between. I want to know. Not for comparison. Or any other ill-fated reasons. Just to know if you’re finally happy, in which case I will be, too. In which case, perhaps, I w

Saya tidak bisa berjanji bahwa ini adalah yang terakhir saya menuliskan tetang kamu, tapi akan saya usahakan untuk tidak terlalu sering menuliskan tentangmu, sebab, saya tak ingin selalu membawamu sebagai objek tulisan saya—yang sudah jelas bahwa kamu saja sudah bahagia bersamanya. Saya tak pernah memaksamu untuk membaca ini semua, saya hanya mengutarakan semua perasaan saya agar sekiranya saya bisa merasa lega. Saya tahu bahwa kamu perempuan baik, maka dari itu, kamu pantas untuk mendapatkan laki - laki yang lebih baik, saya tahu bahwa kamu perempuan dewasa dan bisa bertanggung jawab atas segala keputusan yang telah kamu rencanakan, maka dari itu, kamu pantas untuk mendapatkan laki - laki yang tidak mempunyai sifat kekanak-kanakan, saya tahu bahwa kamu adalah perempuan yang tidak mudah cemburuan ketika kekasihmu dekat dengan lain orang, maka dari itu, kamu pantas untuk mendapatkan laki - laki yang tidak mudah merasa cemburu hingga kau selalu merasa dikekang, saya tahu bahwa kamu