"Sepi… 

sepi dan sendiri aku benci.

Ingin bingar

aku mau di pasar

Bosan aku dengan penat

Dan enyah saja engkau pekat

Seperti berjelaga,

jika kusendiri."

sekelumit.

ini aku menuliskan tentang sesuatu yang aku tak tahu;
sepuluh september, lima belas menit sebelum hari baru.

aku sedang duduk dan menikmati suara layur yang mengcover sebuah lagu dari band favorit kita.

ya, the trees and the wild.
kita dahulu hanya dua cerita berlawanan yang tidak saling mengenal.
Terhempas ke arah satu sama lain secara tidak disengaja.

aku ingat, aku dulu tidak suka sama sekali dengan band ini.
namun caramu menceritakan mereka, walaupun aku tidak melihatmu kala itu, membuatku mengerti bahwa ada sesuatu yang lebih dari sekedar musik dibalik band ini.

singkat cerita,
kita tumbuh mencintai mereka bersama-sama.
konyol, masih ingatkah tentang impian membawa mereka ke kota hujan kita yang indah ini, bersama-sama?
walaupun masih belum terlaksana, dan aku yakin kamu lupa.

ingatkah saat kita terjaga, waktu itu pukul dua.
entah apa yang kau pikirkan saat itu; kita memang sangat berbeda. 4 tahun itu tidak dekat.

perbedaan itu ternyata tak mengganggu, apabila kita tidak mengganggapnya sebagai benalu.

aku ingat, ketika kita sama-sama mendukung tim sepakbola yang sama pula. 
Bangau Merah.
kita berdebat panjang tentang siapa yang harus mengisi posisi mana. permainan tolol mereka pada musim paceklik gol saat itu.

aku ingat, kamu seorang pemain drum,
yang memiliki cita-cita jadi gitaris. haha, kau sekonyol itu dulu.

aku ingat, dibalik sosokmu yang kuat dan tegar,
dibalik matamu yang memandang jauh dan tajam,
dibalik tawamu yang keras dan susah padam,




waktu itu pukul tiga pagi, vat.
dan aku tahu kamu hampir menangis;

biar Tuhan, dan Aku yang tahu mengapa.




-ini hanya cerita orang asing tentang orang asing lainnya-

I'm writing this 168 hours away from the night we spent together.

You know, that night, when you chose to come back and pick me up with your pathetic motorcycle?

I smiled everytime I remember why I chose not to ask you the reason why you come back.

It was raining so hard, and our home is about 11 kilometres away.

But you didn't complain about it

at all.

I smiled everytime I remember how you eat the fried rice, edaciously.

I smiled everytime I remember the way you glanced at me.

hey, I wonder if you felt the same

It was all perfect, wasn't it?

Even if i was soaked and wet

and was so close to catch a cold,

I still thanked god for that little time of our togetherness.

It was all perfect, wasn't it?

How we laugh helplessly

endlessly

to the jokes that only we could understand,

to the stupid thing we've done,

and we didn't do

back then.

It was all perfect, wasn't it?

the way we enjoyed every second alone, together

Hey, G, If God could grant me any wish that night

i'd ask him to give me the abillity to stop time

and be immortal with you.

To always reminisce the way you laugh,

or the way you talk,

or the way you felt guilty toward me,

or the way you lend me your jacket.

or maybe, the way that you will hurt me all over again?

that's alright.

Or maybe the very next day.

the day when we were standing side by side

talking about nothing

and everything

at once.

I remember the look on your face

how you did barely good on hiding your feeling

I knew, it was love.

I remember the look on your face

the way you rumble when everything went not as what you've planned

and how i laughed at how paranoid you were.

it's funny how we turned out knowing we loved each other as much,

but we still chose to part ways.

I still remember the day you chose to break the silence between us.

I wasn't expecting things to be as complicated as we are in, right now.

Hey, G.

Everything was perfect.

simply perfect.

if only we weren't that selfish.

It was all perfect,

until you come back.