Macet

"Aku nggak suka macet be, nggak suka banget. Makannya kuliah di Salatiga"

Jalan menuju rumah terasa panjang. Sebenarnya tidak jauh, hanya karena padat merayap kendaraan mengisi jalan; terhenti pula gerak perjalanan. Penuh dengan kebisingan dan asap polutan; wajar melihat kerutan-kerutan di dahi para pengemudi truk; tanda lelah, penuh penat. Sama seperti mereka, akupun juga begitu. Ingin rasanya menginjak pedal gas sekuat mungkin, agar cepat sampai di tujuan. Memang perjalanan kali ini terasa panjang, tapi apa daya usaha melawan keramaian. Hanya sosokmu yang terlihat kecil manis diujung jalan, membuatku semakin ingin berlari kencang. Aku hanya bisa mencari celah, sambil terseok-seok melintasi kerumunan; menahan keluhan yang lompat dari lidah.

Matahari mulai tenggelam, malam mulai menyerang;
dan Aku belum tiba di ujung jalan.

Tapi tidak usah khawatir,
Aku tidak tersesat kok.

Maaf bakal menunggu lama, macet di jalan.
Sama sepertimu,
Aku juga nggak suka macet kok.

17 Mei 2014
@albert_karwur

I'm in love, and always will be

The more time I spend with you, the deeper I put myself into the joyous and complexity of love. I, surprisingly, find myself in an absolute bliss without having to pretend to be someone I’m not. In what other word can I describe this but love?

You came to my life all of a sudden, out of nowhere. Since then, I simply can't take my eyes off you. You came at the exact moment when I detest love as a mutual relationship. When I buried myself in a deep prejudice that women, indeed, does not love.

But you did come. Shed my tears away, and replace it with piles of laugh and joy. You'd showed me, and you still are, how an individual should be embraced just the way they are. That no matter how bad they look like, we shall find the very best of them in a most surprising way.

You taught me how to tell you everything I used to hide, to make me realized how I be loved by so many people, how I shouldn't think the other way around. You came to me, healing the wound I had for so long, that I get used to the bandage rather than to wound itself.

But then again, there's one question left yet hasn't been answered. What are you to me? A painting or furniture?

This particular question shall be my basic consideration on how far should we carry n this relationship. It’s a question even the adults often fail to identify. Thou, we have plenty of time to figure it out. For now, I just want to be able to touch the warmth of your skin, to smell the scent of your body, to look deeply at your eyes and to find my own reflection.

I'm in love, and always will be.