Romansa SMA: a short story.

Hey kamu yang disana, siapapun kamu, mau denger cerita aku ga? Mau yah? Harus.

Ceritanya, aku lagi ngeceng si itu. Biar enak sebut aja dia "ucing". Iya, jadi dulu sekitar 2 tahun yang lalu, aku pertama kali ketemu sama si ucing ini di SMA. Kita satu kelas. Sepeti biasa, ada masa orientasi gitu kan. 'Kebetulan' aku dan si ucing melakukan kesalahan yang sama saat masa orientasi: ga bawa obat pribadi. Dulu aku belum punya perasaan apa-apa sama dia.

Tatib : Kenapa kamu ga bawa obat pribadi? (dengan nada yang ga bisa dibilang rendah)
Aku : (dengan nada nyolot) lah, aku kan ga punya penyakit apa-apa. kenapa harus bawa obat pribadi?
Tatib : (ketawa, ngerasa menang) ohoho, kamu belum pernah sakit dari lahir sampe sekarang? (tepuk tangan, drama) keren banget kamu! (mata melotot).
Aku : bukan gitu maks.. (kepotong, si tatib nyolot)
Tatib : Hey! (ke temen-temen tatibnya) ada jagoan nih, yang ga pernah sakit dari lahir!
Aku : kampret! (dalam hati)

Perdebatan berakhir di lapangan. Tatib yang nyemprot aku yang ngegiring aku dan si ucing ke lapangan. Aku dan si ucing berdiri di hadapan dia dan orang yang pegang kamera.
Tatib : kalian berdua berdiri hadep-hadepan.
Aku : deuh, ngapain si! (dalam hati)

Aku dan si ucing nurut. And you know what? Si tatib sial itu nyuruh aku dan si ucing untuk..
Tatib : saling tampar.
Aku dan ucing : HAH?!
Tatib : cepet!
Aku dan si ucing pelan-pelan saling nempelin telapak tangan kita di pipi. Seiring bunyi keplak yang ga kenceng itu, ada tangan-tangan jahil yang menekan tombol kamera.

Besoknya, sekolah heboh gara-gara foto di mading yang romantis kampret banget. Foto aku dan si ucing yang lagi pegangan pipi.

Temen aku : lu ngapain itu? (nunjuk foto) Hah? Ngapain? Romantis amat. (ketawa ngakak)
Aku : sial, itu kan adegan tampar-tamparan, kenapa jadi begitu kesannya?
Ucing : (ketawa doang)
Aku : (nyabut foto, ngerobek)
Temen : (ngakak lagi) percuma! fotonya juga ada di FB MOS. (ngakak sampe nangis)
Aku : (buka FB, search: MOS SMA Sayang Ibu 2009, unfriend.)

2 tahun kemudian..

Sekarang, perasaanku berubah sama si ucing. Aku mau foto itu. Aku mau foto aku sama si ucing. Tapi sayangnya, aku ga nemu FB MOS itu. Mungkin udah di-delete. Padahal, that's the only picture I have with him. Ngerasa bego dan desperate waktu nyari-nyari akun yang selama 2 tahun sebelumnya jadi akun yang paling anti aku kepoin. 

Gitu, aku mau cerita itu doang ko. Makasih ya.. udah mau dengerin curhatan aku.

Before vs After...

Before enrolling in college: 48 kg 

After enrolling in college: 42 kg

HAHA 

Jurnal Dua Hari Sebelum Tahun Baru

Kalau aku bisa menghabisi semua tugas dalam satu malam ini, aku adalah pahlawan untuk diriku sendiri. Membebaskan diri dari perasaan terhantui oleh tugas-tugas gila yang mendera. Aku bakal ketawa ketiwi sepuasnya. Masak ini masak itu tanpa merasa dosa. Nulis ini nulis itu dengan gembira. Maen sini maen situ dengan bahagia. Goes sini goes sana dengan bebas. Nonton ini nonton itu dengan ceria. Ayolah Debi Karmila yang baik hatinya, jangan malas yaaa :D Baca tuh semua kebahagiaan yang bakal kamu dapat kalau kamu mau ngeberesin tugas edan itu malam ini. Yah? Da baik, da bageur..

The Disparity

So many birds in the sky fly away high

So many fish in the ocean swim away far

So many lions in the jungle run away fast

So brave

So easy

So light

So many

So many

So many

But me.

'Flawless' Saturday

Biking..

Last long weekend holiday (for me), I went to my hometown, Tasikmalaya. On Saturday, schools in this town had to be 'filled' again by students. So, on Saturday morning, there were only me and my sister staying at home. Remembering the drum sticks (which probably will be needed one day), I went to my best friend's house to take those sticks. I went there by my sister's bike. My 'real' bike had not been yet mended. I still had to wait for Dad to gain his good mood to care fixing my bike. Anyway, my sister's bike was enough to cheer my Saturday morning.

Eka's House and The Favorable Lotek

A house which formerly could always make me enthusiastic to study is my best friend's house, Eka. The last daughter of Alm. Bapak Mustofa. After a long time since the last time I've been there, finally I could step my feet there once more. There were not many changed things. The fences were still the same. The same yellow floor, the same flowery wallpaper, the same bedrooms, the same cupboard, the same couch, the same inn, the same bathroom, the same dining room. Things that change are the position of the furniture, and ... the absence of Bapa Mustofa who had just passed away in the early year. I and Eka talked about many things. She let me read the old magazines she put under the table in the living room, she let me watched MTV, she let me eat lotek made by her mom. Yum! She still remembers my favorite food! And I went back home with the bike. I saw Eka stood and laughed at me from the fences because I  was a little bit scared to bike in front of her house which is a highway.

Dad's Time

My energy is always full whenever I'm home. I'd been back from Eka's house at 3 p.m.
"Look, who's just come.." said my Mom a moment after I parked the bike. "Other people will take motorbikes or cars to their friends' house." continued her.
"And She takes a bike," added my elder sister.
They laughed afterwards.
"No matter. It's cool. Classic.." said my Dad.
I just put a smile on my face.

Actually, I had an 'appointment' with my sister to go somewhere. But an 'incident' happened. She was angry. And I couldn't go with her.
Then, I sat in the living room. Alone. It's painted green. With a wide window facing to the west.The most favorite spot in my home. I stared across the window. Seeing the yard. Quiet afternoon.
"Eby." It must be Dad. "Do you still want to go?" asked him.
"Ya.. But she.."
"Let me accompany you! Come on!"

Finally I went with my Dad till the night. It was raining. The heavy rain had drenched us to the skin. But I was joyful. Thank you Daddyyyy. You had saved my Saturday night.



Thanks to:
- Eka
- Mamahnya Eka
- My sister, Raelita
- Abah Wahyu
- Mamih

Till We Meet Again..

Makasih yahhh buat Dian, Dileh, Dimdim, sama Bang Hai yang udah mau jadi keluarga EWC tahun 2012.

Makasih yahhh Nopnop, Dundun, sama Aul yang udah mau nemenin aku di EWC lagi.

Thanks for 'accepting' me as your ‘absurd’ leader.

Makasih udah mau dateng weekly meeting.

Makasih udah mau gotong-gotong scrabble tiap weekmeet.

Makasih udah mau ngurusin Writing Competition.

Makasih udah mau ngurusin workshop.

Makasih udah mau nulisin jurnal.

Maap aku suka ngomong ga puguh.

Maap aku suka riweuh.

Maap aku suka kurang fokus.

Maap aku banyak nyuruh-nyuruh.

Maap aku nyebelin.

Maap kalo aku ga kaya kadiv-kadiv perempuan yang lain yang keibuan.

Actually, I’ve got a lot of things to say.. but the main points are..

Sorry if I ever hurt you.

Sorry if my behaviour was not really Kadiv-like.

Thank you for this great long year.

Love you  :')

p.s. for Dian Dila Dimas, bertahan di EWC yaaaaaahhh :D SEMANGAT!!

No matter what they will say about us, don't prove them wrong, just prove us right.

Zombie's Fairytale

Cinderella lets her hands off of our rope

She lets her feet step on the smoky clouds

And swishes away

Snow white lets her palm dripping bloods from holding on the rope

A moment or two

She can no longer persevere with that wound

She lets her velvety feet being tightened by the thunder

And twisting away

Alice lets her armpit hooks the rope

That will hurt you so much, Lady

And she almost separates her arm from shoulder

She then jumps to the coarse ground

And crawling away.

Me let my fingers curl the rope.

Red thick liquid walks down the rope.

It’s pouring down from my hands.

It’s really awful.

No swishing away.

No twisting away.

No crawling away.

I’m holding.

Still bleeding.

Keep enduring.

It doesn’t matter if I’m achingly hurt.

It doesn’t matter if my spirit wakes out of my soul.

Don’t mind me.

I’m just the zombie who saves the world.

I’m real.

I’m not a fairytale.