Senin, 27 Oktober 2014

PUISI-A WOMAN WHO WAS POUNDING SALT

A WOMAN WHO WAS POUNDING SALT
By Goenawan Muhamad

In the corner of her eternal kicthen
a woman was pounding salt in her mortar.
“I will create hope,” she said, “on the black stone.”
Smoke was never brief. Its ceiling was the color of the world
in Jeremiah’s dreams.

She herself mused on fish in an aquarium, swimming,
like lazy balloons unaware of their own painted sign
in the sky. “They are the ones who dreaming,”
the said to herself.

Even if she had her own dreams. She dreamt of mounds of flour,
drizzling, like grumbling. On as grassland. Half a dozen
people running, escaping, from the sun. “They are all my
children,” she said. “All are my children.”

But the did not know where they went, because thay had not returned since. The youngest, from some Russian town, never
wrote. The eldest had simply vanished. The other four has sent
only one letter with a single sentence,
“We are but traitors, Ma.”

Perhaps there was still a young woman left, on a distant prayer rug, (or maybe that was just a dream returning,)
who did not know her. She often communicated with the silent
language of a factory smoke. She dared not know who she was.
She dared not know.

In the corner of her eternal kitchen
a woman was pounding salt in her mortar.

PUISI-STILL I RISE

STILL I RISE
By Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

PUISI-LET THE SADNESS WRAPPED UP MY VALENTINE

LET THE SADNESS WRAPPED UP MY VALENTINE
By Fitra Irena Martinez

Sadness oh Sadness……..
Why you always coming to my life???
And why??? Why not the Happiness which coming to my Valentine??
My God, what is my mistakes up till now??
Until you gave me a friend which only could made me cry…..
I really can’t believe with all happens to me…..
Oh Sadness, please go away from myself!!!
From myself which full of weakness…..
Because I wasn’t strong enough with yourself,,
With yourself who always make the days being dark…..

Oh Sadness….
Do me a favor, please go away from myself only for this moment…
Only for today, in Valentine’s day….
Because I wanna feel Happiness like another lucky’s girls….
Before the Valentine’s day ends…..
I’m jealous at them who had happily life in this Valentine….
They were celebrate their Valentine with a nice smile……
And they were celebrating the Valentine’s day with people they love….
But, it will never happens in my life……
Because I know, the Valentine’s day is never been for me……
Who always been for me is only Sadness…..
Yeahhh, only Sadness… Not Valentine or Happiness……
Sadness always coloring my days with the teardrops…..
But he’s my best friend…..
Although I’m screaming as loud, when you were here…..
I belong thanked for God…..
Because, He had been gave me a true friend…..
When I was sad, the Sadness always beside me…..
Like this moment, in Valentine’s day……
He comes to be here with me…..
But, how about the Happines???
What an arrogant he is!!!!
He’s like a best friend which far away from me, from my life…….
He’s like don’t really care about me,,, in this Valentine……
He was let my tears come down in this Valentine because of Sadness…….
My God, what an selfish the Happiness is!!!!
Who can celebrate his Valentine with people he love……
Wheter he had been forgot me???
Just because he gets the true love in Valentine’s day???
I feel so,,, he had been forgot me….
Because, he just coming to my life only once in a year…..
Only in my Birthday…..
Then he’s never been here for me….
Like New Years, Valentine’s day, or even Halloween…..
Who always been here for me only Sadness…..
But, now I’m aware all of this…
If this is me,,, this is my destiny….
And now I know,,,

PUISI-AUTUMN QUATRAINS

AUTUMN QUATRAINS
by Goenawan Muhamad

And so, in the cold, the process begins: the night arrays the leaves,
making the death bed.
Day will end the year
before it finally departs.

Soon it will die,
the sun that heards children to the beach.
Leaving only drizzle.
Shifting colors. And you do not understand.

On the calendar the season is mute.
Even I am bored with the calendar.
Beneath the red leaves, Your footprints areu burried
still and unchanged. The summer was so great.

The latest news is snow.
A distant murmur, ushered by time.
We pray no more. We fail to know.
We have only dusk, the worn-out final heat.

PUISI-THE WAY MY LOVE

THE WAY MY LOVE
By Elya Putery

Just The Way You are
You always make me smile

But .
I'm not able to make you smile when it sees
Forgive me
a moment later time.
now you've realized how much I love you
but that was before you
This heart hurt.

I guess when undecided answer you
I want to have your
but my heart can not
because I was afraid you were not faithful

PUISI-TO WRITE IN DREAM

TO WRITE IN DREAM
By Meiro

Oh father
will you please caress my head
till I get sleepy

Oh mother
will you please sing me lullaby
till I fell asleep

Oh my love
will you please hold my hand
let me to my dream

Oh loved ones
I have always been a dreamer
only in a dream the world can seem peace and friendly

where I can reach my imagination
where I can follow my visions

Oh loved ones
if later I awake
I will dedicate you
a poetry about a woman
that able to write only in her dream

PUISI-MY BESTFRIENDS

MY BESTFRIENDS
By Melly Hartaty

SMILE ...............
Your smile make me happy....
when we laugh together....
i feel happy when we share the pain...

Because you are my bestfriend
sometimes i feel sad because u make me heard..............

Friend....
thanks for everything......
everything yo can do and do it
for me

PUISI-DAD

DAD
By Septian

Where I'll find
I cried seorangdiri
My heart has always wanted to meet
I sing for you

Look at the day of change
But nothing as beautiful as first
Datanglahaku want to meet
I sing for you

To my beloved father
I want to sing
Despite tears on my cheeks

hear father
I want to see
Although only in dreams

PUISI-A LETTER TO GOD

A LETTER TO GOD
By Jayafran

Dear God,
I am sorry not to take the path You made
My forgiveness to obey the spoke You whisper
My apologized to ignore Your prohibition
I am sorry to travel alone without Your guide

Dear God,
Maybe I am to proud to myself
My confidence to choose all my path alone
This greed that wanting more than I need
The selfish arrogant ungraceful man

Now I am lost in the middle of nowhere
Stand between the dark cold scary valley
This darkness makes me loose my sight
The fog does not allowed me to see the light

Dear God,
Slowly my conscious turn to madness
This eyes getting blurry and shaded
The sound of nature fading away I can not hear
My body is numb I can not even stand

Dear God,
I know I just a sinner
Disgrace my self with all my sins
Throw away your blessing grace
Now I just turn into something I am not

Dear God,
Please take my soul away
To take Your undying conviction
I do not deserve to live this life no more
The demon has own my soul forever

PUISI-I HOPE I CAN FORGET YOU, SOON

I HOPE I CAN FORGET YOU, SOON
By Indah D Panjaitan

I don’t know, why I should thingking like that
Is about you and only you
I don’t know why I love you so much and miss you much

Every time I see you in my mind
And
Every night I see you in my dreams
I don’t know why I should thingking about you
Sometimes, I’m so doubt so I’ll never forget you for forever
Have more time I tried to do it
But I can’t (forget) do it
Although I have to try
I don’t know why, are you same like me??
Are you know, I always make our story to my poetry
Whenever I create my poetry, I cried…
Sometimes, I regret to meet you because I things to meet you is the happy moment.
And it make I’m so difficult to forget you and these moment

If I know all of will like that, I never want to know you more and more
The fact, I never wish for you to love me
I never thought that you must know about my mind.
But ever, I have mind so you thing like me.

Have you ever know, if I read my poetry I’ll be down
I smiling to remind these last time, sad moment, sweet moment, until the seriously moment
I miss the times and want to back to the last

PUISI-WHERE CAN I LIFE

WHERE CAN I LIFE
By Aslam Yusuf

I runway from my life
Hope that i can find the paradise
But i think it so hard
I am going to the hell

Maybe i take a wrong way
But no way back to star again
My distination still so far
And too fast if i think to going home

I just wanna do
Work for life not life for work
just wanna find the new place
Where can i life
All i wanna want
Where I can get the better life
For anything that i do
I wanna make it true

Sometime i feel so alone
And no one here to tell
I am finally now believe the feel
Couse it so hard
Couse it's so far

This is my time to change my word from the pain

PUISI-ABOUT LOVE

ABOUT LOVE
By Evylia

I wish so much that I could hold you
A simple desire,yet so hard to do
This is a love so hopeless,but yet
As hard as I try, I can not forget

I want to move on, I try everyday
To get a trip on these feelings and throw them away
But everyday I pathetically remain
Adoring you amazingly with nothing to gain

I want to let go of what I'm holding so tight
And let these feelings trail off into the night
But as sees as my hold loosens, I grab and do not miss
Because I don't know how to feel anything

I have become dependent on these feelings,that I feel everyday
Without them I'm lost and my hopes are astray
So now I don't know how to live on my own
Without thoughts of you I will be so alone

I want to get over you
But you have to changed me too much
All I want is to hold you and grasp on and clutch
Because you are the one
I don't want to let go
You are everything I need
You are all that I know

I tried to move on
That's something I can't do
But no matter what I think
I only wait you
I just need some time
When I can, I will move on
I will face life without you when I'm strong

PUISI-COUNTRY ROAD

COUNTRY ROAD
By Fadli Hermawan

Country road, let me be there
With this courage, I'm not feel alone
I'll take on journey, to achieve my dream
Let me be there, country road

Being away from them, I must not be sad
If I find my happiness, I won't be alone
As the hope is whispering my heart
I will and surely to find out the way there

Country road, let me be there
With this courage, I'm not feel alone
I'll take on journey, to achieve my dream
Let me be there, country road

Being away from them, I must not be cry
I must be strong, freeing myself from doubt
As the memory echoes in my mind
I will and surely to keep it in my heart

Country road, let me be there
With this courage, I'm not feel alone
I'll take on journey, to achieve my dream
Let me be there, country road

Although fear and despair will be discouraging me
I strongly keep my will inside of my heart
If destiny calls me to go to the place that I will belong there
Then I shall go, country road

Country road, let me be there
With this courage, I'm not feel alone
I'll take on journey, to achieve my dream
Let me be there, country road

Farewell, all of my beloved
I can't say such that sad words
But, I still must go
I can't go back now
Let me be there, country road

CERPEN-Unmentionable

Unmentionable

Every human must have got into trouble in their life. Trouble exist to make us better, if we think it further and can solve it with all of high uncomplaining. However, the most of people do not want to be trapped in some troubles. They want to be free and enjoy their life very much, though almost all successful people achieve their dreams after pass so many kind of trouble. One of their troubles is to express what they want to be. Maybe they are shy or afraid about other people argument about their dreams. If we rethinking once more how do we know about their dreams if they are not brave to express it directly to us? How can it become true if they still keep in their heart secretly? This trouble was happened to a girl named Diana Arifiani.
Diana was the third grade of senior high school student. She was retiring with others. She likes studying all about English. Unfortunately, her life journey was not good enough. You know, that was like when you go to somewhere, you think that the place that you want to go to is really your destination. However, when you found something that did not pleasurable, you want to turn back to the place where you were supposed to be. Can you imagine it? Have no many friends, have no many talents, and have no much bravery. What a cheerless life.
Sometimes she wanted to know something that you were expected about living in this world whether it was money or gold or something other reasons. She felt sad along her experience in senior high school because almost all her friends did not respect to her so much. She had no close friend in her school, but there was a man that always curious about her, named Damar Pratama. Damar often sees Diana’s frown face. Damar always pays more attention to her than other friends, because he felt that Diana needed a friend to share her sadness. However, he sometimes confused to invite Diana having chat in school because their friends always put on them. And finally he tried to have a chat with Diana outside the school.
It was Friday afternoon. Diana walked along the street to go home. She was alone against the wind direction. Leaves fall accompanied her journey and it was going to rain. Over and over again she looked unwell. Suddenly, a man called her from the behind she walked.
“Diana!” He was calling out her loud. Diana was looking back to him. She knew that he was Damar, but she was ignoring his call. Diana made her walk faster.
“Hey stop walking, Diana!” Damar was calling out her back louder and make his walk faster too until he was in the front of Diana.
“What do you want? I wanna go home, you’re putting on me!” Diana looked so sick of Damar.
“I know you want to go home. But… why you don’t give much time to let me speak? Please.”
“Speak of what?” Diana was looking away from Damar.
“Huff… okay, I want to know because mmm I’m just so curious about you. Why you look so blue today? Is there any friend that hurt you? Just tell me. I promise I’ll keep it secret.”
“I don’t wanna tell anything to you.” She was staring at Damar.
“Why?”
“You have no rights to know everything about me!” Exclaimed Diana.
“Yes I know, I just want to help you.”
“I think I just waste my time here, so let me go. Don’t make me angry with you. Excuse me.” Diana left Damar that still stared at her. Actually, she wanted to tell her problems to him, but she was still in doubt. She cried after that, cannot hold the burden in her heart.
*****
Diana’s family was not so harmonious like had used to be because her father, Mr. Arifiawan, had been a jobless. He just had been fired from his work because the company where he worked had been closed down. Diana’s mother, Mrs. Arifiawan, often fights with his husband because he did not care with Diana since he had been fired. Diana’s mother worked as a teacher of vocational high school. She worked very hard to make her family survive even though her husband lost his spirit. She wanted Diana to be a successful person in her life. Diana was the only hope for her. She would keep Diana safe forever. That’s a mother. Her affection will never be ended.
One night, Diana and her parents were having dinner together. The situation was very silent. Diana seemed could not say anything to open the conversation with her parents. And finally, her mother opened it.
“Well, how’s life today, Diana?” Asked Mrs. Arifiawan.
“Not too terrible, Mom.” Answered Diana.
“Really? But your face seems lying.”
“No need to worry about my face.”
“I wonder why?”
“Just go to eat, Mom.”
Suddenly, Diana’s father was asking something important for Diana.
“Do you interest about English?”
Diana directly was staring at his father.
“How do you know, Dad?”
“I ask you. I don’t tell you that you interest about English. So I haven’t known it yet.” said her father sensitively.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to…”
“Okay, it’s over. I’m going to my room now.” Mr. Arifiawan interrupted Diana’s talk and he left the dining room. Diana and her mother just could let him go. Diana was still wondering why her father suddenly asked like that to her. Diana thought that her father began to care about her.
*****
In Diana’s classroom, English teacher, Mrs. Annie, talked about what life it is. She talked about it when the class was going to be over. She had her own argument about the definition of life. The students were listening to her with full of attention. Mrs. Annie was one of the favorite teachers in that school. She could make her students love her subject with exceptional guidance.
“So, life is simple. You ought to obey the God’s will and stay away from God’s prohibition. If you do a mistake to your friends, you just should ask apologize to them. If you have been helped by someone, just say ‘thank you’ to him or her. If you think you have many troubles, you can share it all to your mother. Your mother would know everything about you.” Explained Mrs. Annie.
“So, who agree with my opinion? Just raise your right hand please.” Wondered Mrs. Annie.
All students in that room raised their right hand, except Diana. Mrs. Annie then walked to Diana’s bench. She would ask her about the reason.
“All students agree about my opinion and except you, Diana. May I know why you didn’t agree?” Asked Mrs. Annie.
“Mmm… I don’t know, Ma’Am.” Answered Diana. Spontaneously all her friends laughed at her after listening to her answer, but Damar and some friends did not do it. Damar wanted to help Diana, but he had not any courage enough to stop his friends laughing.
“Stop it all!” Exclaimed Mrs. Annie.
“Maybe, I think life is so complicated. I mean… there’s no easy way to achieve our dreams. We need a sacrifice, but… there’s no chance for silent girl like me even to get a friend.” Stated Diana to Mrs. Annie with her low voice.
“Don’t be sad, Girl. Everything’s going to be OK. Take heart.” Said Mrs. Annie. Then she walked back to in the front of the class.
“Alright Class, don’t be too ignorant to your friends. That’s not good. We should respect other people although they don’t have a good sympathy to you. I know it’s hard. Try to understand, this world is temporary. You just stay awhile here. Remember? I said that life was simple in order to make you all be more patient to face this life. You will face the real life after you dead. So, be careful of what you do. Make Indonesia as the country that always keeps the civility and the honesty. Be a good citizen. Indonesia’s future depends on you. Ok, time is over. I should go now. I hope you think back of what I’ve said. Good morning.” Said Mrs. Annie.
“Good morning, Ma’Am.” Answered all students. After Mrs. Annie left the class, suddenly the leader of the class, Taufik, walked to in the front of the class and spoke to his all friends.
“I want to talk about something. Please pay attention to me.” Said him.
“What are you talking about? It’s time for a break. Don’t hold us.” Said Chira, one of his friends in the class. She was very fussy.
“You want to go? Please… Just you and I’ll keep hold them.” Said Taufik pointing to Chira’s close friends.
“Hey… okay, I’ll stay here!” Exclaimed Chira with her anger. Chira did not go.
“I don’t care. Well, I ask you to stay here to talking about us. Before I start to tell you, I want to ask some people here. Who is your friend here, Diana?” Asked Taufik to Diana.
“I don’t know. I feel have no friend here.” Answered Diana.
“Okay, and then… Damar. Who’s your friend here?” Asked Taufik to Damar.
“All people in this class are my friends even in this school.” Answered Damar.
“It’s very contrary to Diana’s answer. However, Diana doesn’t think that you are her friend. What about it, Damar?” Asked Taufik to Damar again.
“Because she thinks that she is Damar’s girlfriend. Hahaha.” Suddenly Chira interrupted their conversation and almost all students laughed at Diana and Damar.
“Stop it!!! Don’t f*ck around with me!” Exclaimed Taufik hitting the table. “Enough Chira, you may go out if you really do not enjoy this moment.” Taufik was evicting Chira.
“Upsss… sorry, Leader. I enjoy this moment so much.” Said Chira.
“Okay, I don’t want to ask it again to Damar. Now, who’s your friend here, Chira?” Asked Taufik to Chira.
“Of course they are Nera, Fanny, and Lusi. We are friends, forever.” Answered Chira.
“From your answers I can make conclusion that Diana has no world, Damar has the entire world, and you Chira just has your own world as another five groups in this class. I know you all!” Said Taufik.
“Why you are talking like that? Am I wrong if I become their friend?” Asked Chira.
“After all, who’s created a group in this class?” Asked Robi, another Taufik’s friend.
“Oh… you really haven’t known yet, Robi? Need I mention one by one?” Asked Taufik to Robi.
“No, that’s not necessary. I begin understand.” Answered Robi.
“Actually, we all begin separated. We are not one. Please realize it. Don’t act like your close friends are the only your world! We all are friends here. Don’t you know? Please respect the differences. We cannot live just with two or three people. We need all people here. I’m sure there’s no useless person in this world. Can we respect each other from now on?” Asked Taufik seriously. Damar raised his right hand.
“Yes Damar, speak please.” Commanded Taufik.
“I agree with your statement. I just want to add it. Guys, you know God not only created talkative and active persons, right? We all created here to manage this world. Can we build this world with our togetherness? I believe we all that have talkative character just know little information about silent people…” Said Damar.
“You mean Diana?” Interrupted Chira.
“It’s not just about Diana!” Exclaimed Damar.
“Be patient, Damar.” Said Taufik.
“Don’t interrupt my words before I complete it. I believe silent people need more attention from us who have talkative character. I invite you to begin mingle with silent people. Please don’t ignore them. They also need friend. Help them to be active like us. That’s one of the usefulness of active people. Thank you for the time, Taufik.” Said Damar. All Damar’s friends in the classroom clapped their hands after listening to Damar’s words.
“I like your last statement, Damar. One of the usefulness of active people is to help silent people. So, can we make a deal from now on to respect and not to hurt each other?” Asked Taufik.
“Yes we can!” Said all Taufik’s friends.
*****
It was time to go home. Since Taufik had talked in the front of the class, Chira and friends became kind to Diana. They began pay attention to her. What a significant changing of them.
Before went home, Diana took the time to look at the bulletin board. She got the information about TOEFL test at one of the famous company in Indonesia. The TOEFL scores would be acknowledged and students who could reach scores more than 600 would get the opportunity to be interviewed at the company to get a scholarship to UK. She then smiled and noted the requirements on her private book. Suddenly, there was a man patting her shoulder.
“Hey!” Greeted that man.
“Ah!” Diana was shocked and dropped her private book. “Oh my God, Damar. You make me shock.”
“Hahaha, sorry… I make your book dropped.” Damar took Diana’s book.
“Don’t touch my book!” Diana seized her book from Damar.
“Sorry. I think that book is so important for you.” Said Damar.
“Yes it is. I’m sorry too.”
“By the way, what are you doing here?” Asked Damar curiously.
“Ehm… I’m doing nothing. I just want to note something. Yes, that.” Said Diana nervously.
“What something?”
“It’s not your business.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Whatever. I’m going to back home now. Bye.” Diana began to leave Damar.
“Do you want to go to UK?” Asked Damar. Diana stopped her step to go.
“Why you’re suddenly asking about that?”
“I think you have just looked at the bulletin board about TOEFL test.” Said Damar. Diana kept silent. She could only bow her head.
“Is it true? Never mind if you don’t want to tell me about it. Sorry for disturbing you. Please continue to note the information.” Damar left Diana, but Diana then called him spontaneously.
“Damar!” Called Diana.
“Yes Diana?” Responded Damar.
“I’m sorry…”
“I know you always keep everything secret. It’s your privation. I have no rights to know it. Never mind if you still keep silent about your wishes. If unmentionable becomes your choice, I understand. Good luck. I keep my finger crossed for you.” Said Damar and then he walked leaving Diana.
*****
Diana had been doing the TOEFL test. She felt unwell after that. Diana was thinking about the result of TOEFL test every day, even she forgot while final examination would be coming next week. Many of her friends that had been accepted in their favorite university included Damar. He had been accepted in University of Indonesia majoring in computer science. Diana had not registered to various universities yet. She still confused about what she wanted to be in the future. She had no talent except her passion in English. She wanted to sign with the major in English education, but she did not want to be a teacher. She wanted to sign with the major in English literature, but she doubted about that. She needed more time to think about it all.
Two weeks later after final examination, the result was announced. Diana had passed the final examination with the average scores, but she was very grateful of what she had got. Since the announcement of final examination result, Diana also had not registered to university yet. Her mother was worried so much about her. She confused about what her daughter wanted to be. Diana decided to stay at her house all time after the graduation. She was very curious about the result. After all, she didn’t know when the time would be come.
A month after graduation, Mr. Arifiawan got a call from Mrs. Annie. He should meet her at school to talk about Diana. So, Mr. Arifiawan made an appointment with Mrs. Annie for the next day.
At 8.00 a.m. Mr. Arifiawan went to Diana’s high school to fulfill the appointment.
“Good morning, Mrs. Annie!” Addressed Mr. Arifiawan.
“Morning. Oh Mr. Arifiawan? You’re Diana’s father, aren’t you?” Asked Mrs. Annie.
“Yes, I am. What’s the point, Madam?” Asked Mr. Arifiawan.
“Please sit down, Sir.”
“Thank you.”
“Mr. Arifiawan, I invite you here to ask for your permission.” Said Mrs. Annie.
“Ask for permission about what?” Mr. Arifiawan was curious.
“Your daughter is very amazing, Sir. Don’t you know?”
“I haven’t got the point yet of what you said. Please make it right.”
“Diana got fantastic TOEFL scores, Sir. Her TOEFL scores are six hundred and twenty. She can be recommended to continue her education to London. This is the result.” Explained mrs. Annie and then she gave Diana’s TOEFL result to him.
“You mean that I should give her permission to register the scholarship to UK?”
“Yes Sir. She is worth to get it.”
“Are you crazy? She is the only daughter that I have and I should release her to UK that so far away from here. And what do you know about my family?” Mr. Arifiawan disagreed about Mrs. Annie recommendation.
“Please hold your emotion, Sir. I know it’s very hard for you and your wife, but I think you should know about what your daughter wants, Sir. She did it for your family happiness too. Please don’t be selfish.”
“I don’t give a damn. I disagree about it.” Said Mr. Arifiawan, stayed with his argument.
“Sir, please… that’s her dream. English is her thing. Don’t avoid it.” Mrs. Annie tried to understand him.
“So let her just study in Indonesia. Do you mind about it?
“Sir…”
“I don’t want to talk anymore. My decision is absolute. Please understand. Excuse me.”
Mr. Arifiawan left Mrs. Annie’s room with carried the result. He was very upset about Mrs. Annie recommendation. Mr. Arifiawan loves Diana very much. It’s hard for him to let Diana went so far from him.
*****
It’s Sunday. Diana went to the market with her mother. Mrs. Arifiawan wanted Diana to refresh her mind. Diana had not known yet about the result because Mr. Arifiawan didn’t tell her. He was very scared if Diana knew about it, she might demand him in order to allow her went to UK.
An hour after Diana and her mother left the house there was someone who knocked the door. Mr. Arifiawan opened the door and he found a man standing in front of him.
“Good morning, Sir.” Greeted the man.
“Morning. Who are you?” Asked Mr. Arifiawan with his curiosity.
“I’m your daughter’s friend. My name is Damar.” Answered the man.
“I’m sorry, but Diana is not here now.”
“My business is with you, Sir.”
“I don’t understand. What do you want, Son?”
“Sir, I know you’d been at school to take Diana’s TOEFL scores and I’m sure you’ve not told her yet about it. Sir, please let her and allow her to reach her dream.”
“How dare you are! You don’t know anything about me. Don’t act like you know everything about this condition!”
“I know your daughter, Sir. That’s the only her hope. Please let she or you will regret of what you did.”
“Oh… if anything happens to her, do you want to take a blame of her? Can you assure me that she will be safe there? Who stupid people that can guarantee it all?!!”
“I beg for sorry, Sir. I just want to make Diana doesn’t grieve anymore. She seemed so upset along her journey at senior high school. She almost has no friend. She is silent girl. She chose to be alone everywhere. She was angry when I tried to close to her, ‘till I know when she stared at bulletin board that she very wanted to expert in English. UK might be her destination. You ought to understand her, Sir. Please try…”
Suddenly, Mr. Arifiawan was speechless after listening to Damar’s words. He stared at Damar deeply.
“All decisions are yours, Sir. I just can give you suggestion. I think I should go now. Thanks for your time. Good morning.” Damar left Mr. Arifiawan.
Mr. Arifiawan realized that he was wrong. After Diana and her wife came back home, he then handed in the result to Diana. Diana was very happy after knew about it. Firstly, she didn’t ask for anything from her father. She just can be grateful of what she had achieved. When she told her mother that she wanted to register to a university, suddenly her father interrupted it. He told Diana that it would be better if she could continue her study to UK. Diana was very surprised. She hugged her father spontaneously. Her mother was crying when looked her husband and her daughter could be happy. Her father told that he and Mrs. Arifiawan would accompany her to have interview in order to get the scholarship. And if Diana was accepted, they of course keep accompany Diana until UK.
And finally, after trying hard and praying every day, Diana got the scholarship to UK. Endlessly she gave thanks to Allah SWT for everything. After that, Diana and family were preparing all the things that probably they needed to go there.
*****
The time to go abroad had come. At the airport, Diana and her mother were waiting for Mr. Arifiawan that would be coming late. Diana could not wait to fly to UK soon. She still could not believe that her dream would be come true momentarily. She told her mother that she had a friend that so kind with her. She seemed sorry because had not said goodbye yet to him. However, Mrs. Arifiawan seemed knowing who her friend is. She then saw her husband came with a man. He was Damar. When Diana looked at Damar, she was very excited and surprised.
“Damar!” Called Diana. “How do you know him, Dad?” Asked Diana to her father.
“He is the suspect that influences me to make you go. Just talk to him as your farewell.” Said her father. Mr. and Mrs. Arifiawan were leaving Diana and Damar came closer to the plane. Diana came closer to Damar.
“I’m sorry…” Said Diana.
“Congratulation… I’m glad to see you can reach your dream.” Replied Damar.
“But, without you. I say so much thanks for everything that you give to me. You’re the only friend that understands me. Thanks so much, Damar. Sorry I can’t give something special for you.”
“No problem. I always stay in Indonesia until you back. Just don’t be too proud of what you get. Take heart.”
“I will.”
“By the way… I want to tell you something.” Said Damar with a little nervous.
“What is that?” Asked Diana curiously.
“Diana, I…..” Suddenly, Damar’s words were stopped.
“What’s the matter, Damar?”
“I…..”
Because the plane was going to take off, Mrs. Arifiawan asked Diana to leave Damar.
“Diana, we should take off now. Come on, say goodbye to Damar.”
“I’m sorry Damar, I should go now. Thanks for everything. If you want to tell about something, please send message to me. Goodbye. I’ll be missed you.” Diana and her family then were entering the plane. Damar just could watch them at the outside. The last words for Diana just could be said after Diana had gone.
“I….. Love you… so much.” Damar was so sad about that. He could not be honest about his feeling to Diana, but then he smiled for a while because he realized something.
“I and Diana are same. Unmentionable is our choice. But, she is luckier than me. :)”
Damar waved to the plane and then left the airport.

CERPEN-And The Last Time in Madrid

And The Last Time in Madrid

Namaku Ran Junpei. Liburan semester ini aku sangat beruntung, mungkin, di karenakan ayahku memberiku sebuah tiket travel menuju Madrid. Aku sungguh kegirangan ketika beberapa lembar mendarat di tanganku.
“Ayah, kau tidak salah memberiku travel ke Madrid,” ujarku kegirangan dengan ketidakpercayaan.
“Iya, memangnya kau tidak suka?!” jawab ayahku datar.
Aku terperanjat, “Aku sungguh menyukainya,” aku meloncat-loncat ngga karuan, terlihat ayahku hanya menggelengkan kepalanya.
“Tapi ayah juga menyuruh Juna untuk ikut denganmu supaya kau tidak sendirian di Madrid sana,”
Tiba-tiba saja ada petir yang menghantam jiwaku, seketika wajahku mendung dan terhenti dari loncatan yang akan membuatku tinggi. Mulutku menganga dengan berjalan pelan ke arah ayahku.
“Ayah, Juna tidak usah ikut denganku, aku akan baik-baik saja di sana,” protesku tidak suka.
Ayahku duduk dengan koran lengkap dengan secangkir kopi. “Memangnya kenapa, Juna itu tunanganmu bukan, jadi ayah ngga salah dia menjagamu?!”
Aku mendesah, lalu duduk di samping ayahku dengan wajah di tekuk. “Ayolah ayah, lebih baik kalian ikut saja denganku daripada kalian menyuruh Juna,” rengekku, dengan memegang lengan ayahku.
“Sayang, memangnya ada apa dengan Juna?” tanya ibuku dari belakang, dan duduk di samping ayahku.
Wajahku semakin di tekuk. “Cerewetnya itu membuatku dongkol setengah mati,”
Ayah dan ibuku langsung melihat ke arahku, lalu serentak tertawa bersama dengan keras. Sedalam mungkin wajahku di tekuk. “Maka dari itu ayah suruh Juna ikut ke Madrid,”
“Ayah!” teriakku.
Malam dengan cepat kembali menyeruak ke permukaan bumi. Di bandar udara hanya beberapa orang yang berlalu-lalang di tempat luas tersebut. Sebelum pemberangkatan aku dan kedua orangtuaku berpelukan ada rasa enggan yang menyelimuti perasaanku untuk meninggalkan Indonesia bersama Juna.
“Sayang, kamu disana baik-baik, ya?!” elus ibuku lembut, aku menarik nafas dan mengangguk pasti. “Juna, tante dan om titip Ran, ya?!” sambung ibuku percaya.
“Tentu saja tante, Ran pasti baik-baik saja denganku,” ucap Juna pasti.
“Ngga sama gue,” gumamku dalam hati.
Tanpa sungkan aku mencium kedua pipi ibu dan ayahku, seerat mungkin aku memeluknya.
Aku dan Junapun membalikkan punggung, untuk melakukan perjalanan ke ibukota Spanyol. Terlihat kedua orangtuaku di belakang melambaikan tangannya masing-masing.
Kesunyian menjalar ke gendang telingaku. Aku berusaha menyamankan posisi dudukku, terlihat beberapa penumpang memainkan gadget miliknya. Termasuk Juna yang sangat asyik dengan jejaring socialnya, secara tiba-tiba ilfeel menyeruak ke otak.
“Juna,” panggilku tanpa melihat wajahnya. “Bukannya lu sibuk,” ujarku basabasi.
Juna langsung menoleh ke arahku dengan meletakkan ponselnya. “Jadi lu keberatan kalo gue sebagai tunanganmu ikut,” tegasnya sewot.
Aku melirik dengan tajam. “Bukannya gitu, tapi gue udah besar buat liburan sendiri,” protesku lalu melipat kedua tanganku di dada.
Juna langsung tertawa kecil. “Gimana orangtua lu ngga nyuruh gue buat jagain lu, lu masih anak-anak gitu,” ejeknya puas. Mulutku menganga dan langsung memalingkan muka ke arah awan yang tepat di sampingku.
Tepat pukul sembilan pagi waktu Madrid, aku dan Juna berdiri di bandar udara Barajas-Madrid, rasa campur aduk kembali menyeruak ke permukaan jiwaku. Mataku melihat sekitar dimana baru pertama kali aku mendarat di ranah Juan Carlos I ini.
“Ran, lu seneng banget,” tutur Juna yang berjalan di sampingku.
Aku langsung melirik ke arah Juna dan tersenyum kecil. “Of course,” singkatku dan kembali mengalihkan pandanganku.
“Ekh, lu boleh seneng tapi jaim dikit napa?!” sewot Juna tidak suka.
Aku terus menyunggingkan bibirku tanpa mempedulikan Juna yang tidak suka akan sikapku yang sangat senang dimana telah aku berdiri di Madrid ini.
Tidak lama dari airport, tibalah aku di dalam sebuah hotel yang megah. Kembali aku berdecak kagum dan melakukan putaran yang sangat takjub akan isi hotel yang aku tempati. Padahal aku dan orangtuaku sering melakukan check in hotel, tapi mungkin suasananya sedikit berbeda jadi aku terlihat baru pertama kali masuk ke dalam hotel.
“Welcome to our hotel, Could I help you?” sapa receiptionist ramah.
“We need a room,”
“Two room.” timpalku.
Juna langsung melotot ke arahku. Aku mengerutkan dahi. “One room, but two bed,”
“Wait a minute I’ll check it first,” ujarnya tersenyum ramah lalu melihat ke arah monitor.
“Juna, lu mo apa, mending dua kamar aja, dan gue bisa bebas dari lu,”
“Lu diem dan ikutin gue,” tegasnya.
Aku berdesis tidak suka dengan menghentakkan kaki ke lantai dasar, dan berjalan pelan menjauh dari Juna yang terlihat akrab dengan receiptionist hotel.
“Aaaaarrgghhhh… Enaknya,” teriakku dengan melemparkan badanku ke atas tempat tidur yang membuatku terpental kembali.
Aku menatap langit-langit kamar dengan perasaan yang sungguh senang, terulang lagi kata-kata, “akhirnya aku bisa mendarat di Madrid ini.”
Terlihat Juna langsung merapikan barang-barang yang di bawanya, sesekali matanya melihat ke arahku. “Ran, lu tuh kelihatan kampungan banget tau,” ejeknya puas.
“Terus masalah gitu buat lu,” timpalku ngga mau kalah. Aku langsung terbangun dan menatap tajam ke arah Juna. “Juna, lu yakin mau seruangan ama gue,”
“Tenang aja, ini yang gue mau,” aku mengerutkan dahi. “Lu ketakutan banget sih, gue masih sadar buat macem-macem terhadap lu, lagian ngurusin lu aja udah ribet,”
Aku langsung berdiri dan berjalan kesal ke arah Juna. “Maksud lu apa, ngurusin gue?”
Juna tersenyum lebar, lalu menurunkan bahuku untuk duduk di atas tempat tidurnya.
“Juna, kalo lu ngerasa kebaratan kenapa lu ikut?” tanyaku sewot.
Juna langsung jongkok di depanku dengan menatap tajam ke arahku. “Meskipun gue suka, sayang ama lu, tapi pikiran gue masih bersih buat ngelakuin hal yang bikin lu lebih ilfeel ke gue,” jelasnya lembut.
Aku diam mengerti. Lalu mendesah tak peduli. “Aku mau keluar dulu, ya?!” aku beranjak, tapi Juna kembali mendudukanku.
“Tunggu aku sebentar, kita makan terlebih dahulu lalu jalan,” tuturnya tajam ke arahku, dan kembali merapikan barang-barangnya. Aku menghela nafas, dan memperhatikan Juna yang lama-lama wajahnya tidak menyebalkan sama sekali. “Lu ngga usah melototin gue kaya gitu, ntar lu demen pula,” celanya.
“Ekh, kenapa lu suka gue, perasaan tampang lu cakep, kenapa ngga lu cari cewek seksi dan cantik di luar sana,”
Juna melirik ke arahku dan menggelengkan kepalanya dengan senyuman kecilnya. “Terus sekarang lu sadar bahwa lu ngga cantik ataupun seksi,” saat itu juga aku mengangkat bibirku dan merasa pusing dengan melihat Juna yang bolak-balik menuju lemari bajunya. “Gue suka lu bukan gara-gara tampang lu, tapi hati dan mata lu,”
“Oh, gombalan lu ngena banget,” ucapku jutek.
Dengan sekuat tenaga Juna menjepit hidungku, aku berusaha melepaskannya gara-gara kesakitan yang ku alami. “Lu tuh ya,”
Aku meringis kesakitan dengan memegangi hidung dan menatap tajam ke arah Juna yang cengengesan puas.
“Juna, cepet!” teriakku kesal, dan berdiri untuk meninggalkannya.
“Ekh, lu tunggu di lobi aja,” pintanya yang masih sibuk. Aku tersenyum licik, tapi Juna membalasnya, lalu aku mengerutkan dahiku, “Apakah Juna membaca pikiranku untuk kabur darinya pagi ini?” gumamku menganyunkan kakiku dengan pelan.
Setibanya di lobi, aku kembali duduk di atas kursi yang cukup persis di rumah milik ibuku. Lalu aku keluarkan ponsel andoridku, dan sasaranku adalah seperti biasanya game yang selalu menemaniku di setiap kejenuhan yang mendera otakku. Apalagi posisinya sekarang aku harus menunggu seorang pria.
Beberapa menit kemudian, Juna tak kunjung datang untuk mengajakku jalan ataupun makan, padahal perutku sudah memanggil, tapi aku tidak mempedulikannya karena game begitu seru untuk aku mainkan.
“Hallo,” terdengar seseorang di sampingku menyapaku, tapi aku begitu fokus terhadap permainan warriorku. “Hallo,” sapanya kembali, dengan kesal aku langsung menoleh, tapi tiba-tiba mulutku begitu kelu untuk mengeluarkan kemarahan dari hatiku.
“Eat it,” sodornya sebuah makanan.
Aku tidak bisa apa-apa, mungkinkah penyihir putih telah membekukanku dengan kekuatan esnya.
“Please take it,”
Aku masih terperangah tak percaya. Hingga akhirnya aku mendapatkan kibasan dari tangan yang sungguh besar di hadapanku, lalu aku tersadar dan tersipu malu.
“Sorry,” Aku tersenyum kecil lalu menganggukan kepala.
“Are you really hungry, so please take it?!” sodornya sebungkus roti.
“Oh, no,” dengan perasaan malu aku mengibaskan kedua tanganku.
“Don’t you hear your stomach is calling for food filled, so take it, I didn’t poison it at all,” jelasnya maksa.
Dengan terpaksa dan malu aku langsung meraih bungkusan yang berisi roti.
“Thanks,” anggukku sungkan. “I’m not dreaming, right?!” gumamku dalam hati.
“Sorry, are you Cristiano Ronaldo?” tanyaku sungguh-sungguh sungkan.
Pria kekar di sampingku langsung menoleh ke arahku dan tersenyum kecil, dan ya ampun terlihat manis sekali. “You don’t know my face, until you have ask,”
“Aaaarrgghhh ……” Dengan spontan aku berteriak dengan meloncat-loncat seperti orang gila. Hampir semua orang yang di ruang tunggu tersebut langsung melihatku tajam. Tanpa kuduga Ronaldo langsung memegang lenganku dan menenangkanku.
“Are you ok?” tanyanya cemas, sedangkan aku tidak mempedulikan orang-orang yang memperhatikanku, aku masih berisik dengan bahasa tubuhku bagaikan cacing yang terpanggan matahari. “Please be calm,” pintanya dengan suara kecil yang membuatku semakin ngga jelas.
“What I’m dreaming?” tanyaku dengan memegangi kedua pipiku yang tiada hentinya dari tenggorokan mengeluarkan teriakan. Ronaldo begitu kebingungan.
“Ronaldo, I’m so glad to see you here, and it looks like I’m dreaming, although it still my favourite club Manchester United, but my love for you wouldn’t fade at all,” jelasku panjang lebar yang membuatnya semakin bingung.
“Could you slowly in english, because my english is still bad,” bisiknya tersenyum ke setiap sudut yang memperhatikan sikapku, hingga akhirnya aku tersadar lalu celingukan kanan-kiri, benar saja semua orang memperhatikanku yang sangat histeris.
“Sorry, sorry,” ujarku tersipu malu, lalu ku anggukan kepalaku terhadap Ronaldo yang terus tersenyum. “Sorry, make you shy,” aku menundukkan kepala lalu memasukkan roti yang telah ada di genggamanku.
“Its okey,” lagi-lagi bibirnya tersenyum ke arahku. “Oh ya, what’s your name?” aku langsung terperangah ketika seorang Ronaldo menanyakan nama ke seorang gadis yang begitu ribut sepertiku.
“Ran Junpei,” tanpa sungkan aku mengulurkan tanganku.
Dengan cepat Ronaldo langsung menjabat tanganku. “Nice to meet you,”
“Nice to meet you too,” balasku cepat.
“Where do you comefrom?”
Tiba-tiba tanganku beku ketika Ronaldo melepaskan jabatannya. “Indonesian,” jawabku singkat. “Ronaldo, you are so different,”
“Different?” kembali Ronaldo mengerutkan dahinya. “In what way?”
“On the field you seem arrogant, but in front of my eyes you’re actually really friendly and nice,” jelasku sumringah. Ronaldo tertawa dengan memperlihatkan barisan giginya yang putih. “Serious?”
“Yes.” tegasku tertawa girang.
“Ran,” panggil Juna di belakang punggungku, saat itu juga seorang perempuan tinggi semampai dengan kulit coklatnnya menghampiri Ronaldo dengan mengulurkan tangannya.
“Come on, honey!” ajaknya mesra.
Aku terbelalak, “Apakah dia Irina Shayk sainganku?” tanyaku dalam hati. Wajahku langsung berubah drastis dengan di tekuk.
“Okey Ran, see you next time!” pamitnya.
Aku tidak bisa menyembunyikan kesedihanku hingga akhirnya aku berlari menghampiri satu pasangan yang menurutku tidak serasi karena aku berharap aku yang di posisi Irina.
“Wait for a moment!” teriakku, dan membuat Ronaldo membalikkan punggung.
Sontak Irina dan Ronaldo kebingungan atas ulahku. “Sorry sister, could I help you?” tanya Irina tersenyum, dan hatiku leleh, dan ada rasa ikhlas serta menilai Irina cocok dan wanita baik untuk Ronaldo.
“Would you like help me to take my picture with your boyfriend?” pintaku dengan wajah memelas dan memegangi ponselku.
Ronaldo dan Irina tersenyum lebar. “Of course,” jawab Irina singkat, lalu menengadahkan tangannya dan meminta ponsel kameraku.
Aku langsung sumringah kembali dan menyerahkan ponselku ke arah Irina yang telah siap membantuku. Lalu tanpa sungkan aku langsung bersampingan dengan Ronaldo. Aku tersenyum lebar ketika Ronaldo merangkul bahuku dengan akrab dan hangat.
“One, two,” Irina beraba-aba, dan terasa kilatan cahaya menerpa wajahku.
“Once again, please,” pintaku kembali. Lalu aku dan Ronaldo berpose kembali.
Setelah Irina berhasil mengambil gambarku yang kedua. Irina langsung menyerahkan ponselku, tapi denga agresif aku menarik tangannya dan sejajar denganku. “Juna, fotoin!” teriakku dengan menyerahkan ponselku ke arah Juna.
“Thanks a lot, guys!” ujarku akrab, serta lambaian tangan menyertai kepergian sepasang kekasih yang berbeda profesi tersebut…
“Junaaaa…” teriakku yang sungguh kegirangan dengan hariku bertemu Ronaldo idolaku.

CERPEN-A Silent Woman

A Silent Woman

She walked amid the crowd of people who are in the market. It was seen there are some people who talk about the woman, one of them said, “Look at that woman, she’s white and beautiful but unfortunately he had an unhealthy body that is fat”. They laughed out loud when talking about the beautiful woman. On the other hand, the woman looks with confidence to walk and spread smiles to everyone around her. Due to the nature friendly and polite that she had, a lot of people who love and appreciate her. She’s also a very hardworking woman. When she went home, she was not to rest directly. She did other chores such as sweeping, mopping, washing dishes, washing clothes, and helped her mother to cook.
After completing the homework, time for her to relax while watching her favorite tv shows that is cartoon. Because the fun watching, she did not know that her mother called her to make tea. It made her upset, angry and approached Yuanita by saying, “You are already 25 years old, but you still watching a cartoon, until I called and you didn’t heard,” turning off the TV is being watched Yuanita. She just looked down and apologized to her mother. “You are already adult but you never willing to change your bad behaviour, well you have to make a tea for me now”, said her mother. Yuanita replied, “Yes Mom” ??as hse walked into the kitchen.
The incident made Yuanita sad and upset with her mother. Because she never gave enough time to watch her favorite cartoon. She then went to the room with a scowl, her friendly smile was gone instantly, and the tears wet in her white cheeks. In her grief, she recalled the same incident a few years ago. At that time, Yuanita already developing strategies to regulate some of the activities that should she do to be able to watch her favorite cartoon. All things already well at the begin. But when 30 minutes after the cartoon began, her mother told Yuanita to help her who was cooking. Yuanita which is cool to watch tv ignores her mother’s orders, because she had completed all homework which she is responsible. It made her angry and turned off the tv being watched Yuanita. She was forced to obey orders to help her mother cook in the kitchen. Because if not, she will get mad and totally forbidden to watch her favorite cartoon. The incident is still happening until now the cause Yuanita lamenting his bad luck. Just to watch the cartoon was difficult and full of struggle.
Christy was the younger sister Yuanita. She’s 5 years younger than her sister. She has a slender body where it is different from the body of her sister. Christy always get whatever she wants from her parents quickly and without the sacrifices. She also could do whatever she wanted without any restrictions whatsoever from her mother. Therefore, Yuanita felt that her mother treated her differently and unfairly. However, she just could silence her mother’s response to all treatments. Because she’s not chatty like her young sister who always say what she thinks. All the events that make Yuanita a quiet woman, aloof, and closed.
When Yuanita was study, she lived with his uncle. She is free from the shackles of her mother who always gave this command and that command. She can do whatever she wants. She was able to watch cartoon as much without her mother’s know. This she did about 4.5 years. In college, she began a relationship with a man, john, from other campuses are 1 year older than her. He has worked in a factory as a laborer. He has a very strong religious knowledge and understand the unseen. Because of his knowledge, he did bad things, witchcraft, against Yuanita and the purpose is to draining Yuanita’s family money. However, what John did, it is out of Yuanita’s know. Time after time, Yuanita’s money owned by john used up to pay the rent, pay for motorcycle loans, pay debts, and others. And she did not feel that strange things. Because Yuanita loved him, she did whatever John asked without her parent’s knowing it.
After graduating, she began working and living back with her mother. Over time, Miss Alya started treating Yuanita well. She could do anything and watch cartoon as much time not only at her uncle’s house but also her parents’ house. Yuanita very pleased with the change in attitude from her mother. However, hse still remains closed to her family especially Miss Alya.
After a while, Miss Alya is getting treated yuanita very well. She often buys gold jewelry to decorate Yuanita’s body to make it look more attractive and elegant. However, every time Miss Alya told Yuanita buy gold jewelry, gold jewelry as often as it is also missing. Yuanita always give the reason that gold jewelry is lost on the road when Miss Alya asked. She also often took the money without their parents’ knowing it. Because of these, Miss Alya started to suspect something was wrong with her ??son. She began to investigate how Yuanita’s life outside the home. Because of her perseverance, she can find out what happened to her son. Miss Alya told her son not to touch with John. Yuanita agreed and was not related to John at the time. But, a few days later her gold jewelry was missing again and make her mother angry and upset. So Miss Alya initiatives her son to go to the chaplain and the paranormal to heal her son. However, it can not change the bad habits of her who always took the money and gave her jewelry to John. Miss Alya was surrendered to sensitize heal of Yuanita that do not heal. Seeing that her mother was seriously ill, Yuanita realized and began to change her bad behaviour.
Several years later, Yuanita met a handsome man, a white, hard-working, and good. The man named Michael. Yuanita undemonstrative love him. After a long acquaintance, Michael apparently harbored the same taste with Yuanita. He was applying for and invite Yuanita to get married. They lives happy ever after.

CERPEN-This is Story About Their Zayn Malik

Asmeralda sibuk menatap poster besar seorang pria tampan didepannya sambil memegang erat kertas ditangannya. Yang ia pajang dikamarnya, tepat di depan ranjangnya. Pria itu memakai tuxedo dan rambut hitamnya di sisir rapi melengkung ke atas, ia berdiri dan sedikit membungkuk ke depan, ia tidak tersenyum, dan tatapan matanya tajam, benar-benar cool. Ia sangat terkenal, sama halnya dengan Asmeralda sendiri. Ia berasal dari boyband jebolan The X-Factor UK season 7 (2010), One Direction. Tidak salah lagi, Zayn Malik.
Asmeralda telah menyukai dan menjadi fan Zayn sejak sebelum ia sendiri menjadi seorang penyanyi girlband yang terkenal (hanya sekedar fan dan tidak berlebihan). Sudah sejak dulu, sejak Zayn masih di X-Factor UK. Alasanya karena Zayn memiliki beberapa tipe idaman yang disukainya. Salah satunya yaitu, gaya keren, cool, macho, tampan, tatapan mata yang tajam, senyum yang memikat, gerak-gerik yang santai, dan masih banyak lagi.
Sekarang pun ia masih tetap menjadi fan Zayn meskipun girlbandnya saat ini hampir sama terkenalnya dengan One Direction. Asmeralda memang tidak pernah berharap bertemu dengan Zayn secara langsung, tapi bohong jika ia tidak mau kalau ada kesempatan. Dan kertas ditangannya itulah yang membuatnya terus menatap poster tersebut. Kertas itu adalah surat resmi yang menyatakan bahwa JunoGirl (girlband Asmeralda) dan One direction akan berpasangan dalam sebuah film dokumenter yang telah ditandatangani oleh management JunoGirl dan management One Direction.
Asmeralda bangkit, dan turun ke bawah, berkumpul bersama Jean, Yuu, Carol, Qwerl, dan manager mereka, Top. “What’s this letter true? Why don’t you tell me first?.” Tanya Asmeralda berdiri di depan mereka semua.
Mereka hanya terdiam sejenak lalu tersenyum lebar. “What’s up Asme? What we need to ask you a deal too? you like One Direction, right?.” jawab Top sambil tertawa.
“No, really!!.” Jawab Asmeralda cepat, ia manyun.
“correct? Qwerl said you had a Zayn poster in your bedroom.”
Asmeralda bergumam dalam hati, If I like Zayn doesn’t mean love all personnel One Direction, right? Bohong jika aku bilang tidak mau, tapi kan aku jadi gugup dan tidak siap, apalagi teman-teman tahu kalau aku memampang foto Zayn di kamar. Aku kan tidak siap..!!! Wait, what is this, Asmeralada? This is not the usual me, aku tidak pernah gugup seperti ini, aku juga suka Jaden Smith, aku sudah beberapa kali bertemu dengannya, dan aku tidak pernah gugup sedikit pun meskipun itu pertemuan pertama!!!.
“Sit down here Asme, you don’t be nervous.” Goda Yuu membuyarkan lamunan Asmeralda. Asmeralda duduk di antara Yuu dan Jean.
“Anyway, you can’t deny, I see a list of music on your iPhone just his songs One Direction.” Pancing Top dengan centil.
“What? I’m installing a password…!” Kata Asme bingung.
“Tuh kan, ketahuan. How can I know the list of songs on your iPhone, pegang saja tidak pernah.” Asmeralda kesal, mukanya merah karena malu.
“Jadi, bagaimana Asme? Qwerl, Yuu, dan Carol juga. we are still going to participate in the film was not?.” Tanya Jean lembut tapi bermaksud tegas. “Asme, Top sudah menyakannya pada mu kemaren saat di mobil, and you say yes, maybe you forgot because too sleepy. Lagipula, mana mau kami menyetujuinya tanpa kesepakatan kita bersama. We’re sisters, right?.” Kata Jean lembut dan tersenyum.
“yes!! I want.” Setuju Asmeralda.
“Yeah.” Senyum Carol.
“Certainly.” Kata Qwerl bersemangat.
“Good! Tomorrow we will hold a meeting with One Direction”. Kata Top bersemangat. JunoGirl mengangguk. “You know what? One Direction itu benar-benar Gentleman. Seharusnya kan kita yang akan datang ke rumah mereka karena menghargai mereka sebagai senior. But they denied, katanya mereka yang akan datang ke rumah kita, karena sebagai laki-laki merekalah yang harus menemui kita”, Top bergumam berapi-api.
“So sweet…” Kata Qwerl.
“That’s fine, we just waited at home.” Kata Carol.
Asmeralda increasingly nervous.
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Asmeralda sudah siap dengan gaun malam sederhananya untuk menyambut pertemuan pertama mereka dengan One Direction. Ia memakai gaun hitam selutut dan bertali lebar. Rambut merah tuanya di sanggul tinggi dengan sedikit berjuntaian. Ia mempoles wajahnya dengan make-up minimalis dan lip gloss warna pink. Ia tanpak mengagumkan dengan dandanan yang sederhana itu. Ia memakai beberapa aksesoris yang sederhana, seperti gelang-gelang, anting-anting, dan pita merah tua yang menghiasi rambutnya. Dan ia memakai high heels hitam berpadu merah.
Saat Asmeralda menatap dirinya di cermin meja rias sambil sesekali menatap poster Zayn dengan gugup, Jean masuk kamarnya dan memegang pundak Asmeralda dengan lembut. “Are you nervous Asme?.” Tanya Jean menatap Asmeralda dicermin.
“Hmm… Do you think?”, tanya Asmeralda menatap Jean yang sudah rapi dengan dandanannya yang selalu tampak lebih dewasa dari mereka berempat.
“Hahaha… Of course, Asme! Your face up so tense. What is it? Are you nervous about meeting your idol? It’s not you who is usually, honey!!”. Asmeralda manyun. “Come on! You don’t want to be a Cinderella it so late to meet her prince and watched all the people, right?”. Jean menarik lengan Asmeralda. “Come on!! Don’t stare!!”.
Ting tong…
Niall Horan menekan bell. Padahal pintu rumah sudah terbuka lebar dengan enam orang wanita cantik yang siap menyambut mereka.
Mereka semua duduk, pintu di tutup, jaga-jaga supaya tidak ada orang-orang dari media massa yang mengganggu meskipun sudah di jaga ketat di luar gerbang. Mereka bersalaman dan saling memperkenalkan diri.
“I’m Top”. Salam Top bersalaman dengan Jason, manager One Direction.
“Top? JunoGirl’s Manager?”, Tanya Jason kaget dan bingung, Top hanya bingung terdiam. “I guess Top is frightening, as its name, Hahaha…” Tawa Jason meledak.
“Frightening man couldn’t possibly be a manager JunoGirl, I’m same sweet with them!!!.” Bentak Top sangar, Jason hanya terdiam kaku.
“so, I’m the main role?.” Tanya Asmeralda kaget dan bingung. “I think I didn’t deserve that role, itu terlalu berlebihan untuk ku karena aku belum pernah sekalipun berakting. Lagi pula, menurutku yang cocok menjadi pemeran itu adalah Jean.” Asmeralda merasa tidak berani untuk memperoleh perhargaan itu.
“Kalian semua belum pernah berakting, kan?” Tanya Jason yakin.
“Jean sudah pernah sekali menjadi bintang iklan.” Jawab Yuu.
“Lagi pula Jean lebih dewasa dari kita semua.” Sambung Asmeralda dengan gugup. Ia meremas-remas tangannya di belakang punggungnya.
Zayn menatap Asmeralda dengan kagum, ia bergumam dalam hati, This girl is awesome and humble, she don’t know how beautiful her and captivating her, I am…
Pada saat yang bersamaan Asmeralda menatap Zayn untuk pertama kalinya sejak kedatangan One Direction tadi. Ameralda kaget pada saat ia melihat Zayn, Zayn kebetulan melihatnya juga, ia gugup dan langsung memalingkan pandangannya seperti tidak tahu apa-apa. Zayn pun melakukan hal yang sama. What is this? Why they are equally nervous?
“Sudahlah Asme, you’re deserved the role.” Senyum Jean pada Asmeralda, membuat Asmeralda lebih percaya diri.
“Sutradara kita bilang, dia menuliskan sifat dan perilaku tokoh yang sangat cocok denganmu, so it can not be replaced by Jean who adult, Qwerl who agile, Carol who feminine, and Yuu who childish and spoiled. Just You, Asmeralda who calm and relaxed.” Jelas Jason. “oh yeah… Simon juga meminta agar kau yang menjadi pemeran utamanya, dia sudah menyukaimu sejak melihatmu pertama kali di TV. It’s hard to draw the attention of Simon, you’re a lucky girl.” Sambung Jason menyemangati Asmeralda.
“Wahhh… Simon Cowell? You’re lucky Asmeralda Austin. If I were you, I certainly will not turn down the role.” Kata Qwerl menarik-narik tangan Asmeralda dengan semangat.
“So, do your best. You all also!!.” Kata Jason menatap semua personil JunoGirl lalu berlanjut pada semua personil One Direction.
Saat One Direction akan pulang, Harry Styles sedikit menggoda Asmeralda pada sapaan pertama mereka, “Hi, Asmeralda. Greetings!. I think you’re cool like a lot of people talk about that, apparently you’re pretty cute too. Hahaha…”
Asmeralda bergumam dalam hati, The base of this man! he’s already got Jade Thirlwall of Little Mix, still tempting others. Bedboy!!!
“You will be a good partner in later films. See you!.” Harry tersenyum memamerkan lesung pipitnnya.
Zayn menatap Asmeralda sebentar, kemudian berjalan di rangkul oleh Liam Payne. Tatapan mata Zayn lain, tajam, membuat degup jantung Asmeralda berdegup kencang. Pertanda apa ini? Kenapa Asmeralda begitu gugup bertemu dengan sang idolanya? Harusnya ia senang dan mencoba mengajaknya biacara, meskipun itu bukanlah sifat Asmeralda, tapi Zayn kan idolanya. Dan Zayn, kenapa ia melemparkan tatapan tajam yang mencurigakan pada Asmeralda? Baru kali ini ia bertemu dengannya, dan Harry pun sudah terbiasa menggoda beberapa gaids cantik di depan Zayn. Tetapi kenapa kini Zayn malah merasa keberatan? Apakah nantinya ada sesuatu di antara mereka?

CERPEN-De Paradiso I’m On My Break Heart

De Paradiso I’m On My Break Heart

Hatiku terasa tak tenang, gundah kurasa. Setiap denyut jantungku berdetak aku semakin merasa tak tenang. Khawatir. Yah kurasa kurang lebih demikian. Selain itu aku diliputi ketakutan yang merasuki ujung jiwaku. Ketakutan akan kenyataan yang tak bisa ku terima. Haruskah aku berhenti di tengah perjalan hidupku ini. Dalam secarik kertas usang, kurangkai dan kutulis sebuah ungkapan hati.
Dear Soul bottle
Di sore peralihan senja ini, aku berdiri di sebuah pantai. Memandangi gumpalan awan yang berjalan perlahan-lahan menutup sang surya yang hendak pulang ke rumahnya. Aku menunggu dan menunggu disini. Masih disini semenjak dua hari yang lalu dalam sebuah ketidakpastian. Belaian angin mengusik tubuhku mencoba menghentikan penantianku ini. Kucoba tuk bertahan menghadapinya. Kucoba tuk bersabar menjalaninya. Namun, sampai kapankah aku harus begini? aku bimbang, apakah ini langkah yang tepat? Tuhan, apapun ini semoga inilah yang terbaik untukku. Meskipun seseorang yang kunanti, seseorang kuharap-harapkan kehadirannya, seseorang yang telah membuatku terus bermimpi tak kunjung datang dan jadikanlah semua ini berkah.
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Awan tak berwarna gelap, tapi mengapa turun hujan kecil dari kedua bola mataku. Kertas usang itu kemudian kugulung, kuikat dengan pita hitam. Lalu kumasukan ke dalam sebuah botol transparan nan panjang. Sambil mengusap tetesan air mata aku lempar botol itu ke arah laut di depan sana.
Aku melangkahkan kakiku di hamparan pasir putih nan lembut. Melangkah dan terus melangkah menuju sebuah cottage tempatku menginap. Sudah hampir tiga hari aku menginap pada sebuah cottage bernama De Paradiso. Suasana di sini cukup bisa menghibur hati yang sedang kalut.
Lampion-lampion yang di pasang di tiap ranting ranting pohon mengingatkanku akan indahnya malam di paris, prancis. Kerlap kerlipnya sangat menawan. Aku ingat sekali dahulu setiap kali Aku dan Frans pulang kuliah biasanya kami mampir dulu pada sebuah galeri seni milik seorang seniman berbakat, Picasso. Frans akan mengoceh panjang lebar ini itu mengenai lukisan picasso mulai dari pewarnaan, imajinasi, tekstur, dan semua hal yang menyangkut seni, lukisan, terlebih picasso.
Aku hanya mengangguk-anggukkan kepala dan melempar senyum padanya. Aku kurang mengerti perihal seni, lukisan dan picasso yang diocehkannya. Maklumilah aku tidak berbakat atau bisa di bilang aku berbakat tetapi jika aku mengembangkannya. Frans memang pecinta seni sejati, sehingga tak mengherankan jika ia masuk jurusan seni murni.
Aku ingat sekali pertemuan pertama kami, di sebuah pantai entah dimana. Saat itu aku sedang duduk melamun di dekat karang sambil memercikkan air laut yang menghampiriku. Aku tak memerhatikan sekelilingku terlebih kehadiran seorang pria yang tak ku kenal. Kurasa ia sedari tadi terus memerhatikan kelakuanku. Tanpa ekspresi, bermain dengan air layaknya anak kecil yang sedang bosan. Orang itu kemudian berjalan ke arah karang. Lalu ia duduk diatasnya. Ia kemudian menundukan kepalanya. Aku tak tahu apa yang diperbuatnya. Untuk alasan itulah aku memutuskan untuk tidak menghiraukannya. Aku kembali bermain main dengan air. Tiga puluh menit kemudian orang itu berdiri. Kurasa ia akan pergi. Tepat sekali dugaanku, tanpa basa basi ia pergi meninggalkan tempat ini tanpa sempat menyapaku. Ia hanya melemparkan senyum misterius padaku.
Kutengok arloji di tangan kiriku menunjukan tepat pukul 14.00. Aku beranjak dari tempat dudukku. Lalu ku hempaskan pasir yang menempel di rokku. Aku ingat ada janji dengan keponakanku — Martha. Aku berjanji padanya kan mengantarnya pada sebuah acara semacam kompetesi lukis di International broen Center.
Setibanya disana aku bertemu pemuda di pantai itu lagi, kini dandanannya rapih dan stylish — memakai jas hitam berdasi. Dia kembali tersenyum misterius padaku sambil membisikkan kata “We’ll meet together again”.
Aku tak mengerti dengan maksud ucapannya. Aku tidak menghiraukannya. Kemudian kami bergegas memasuki VIP room. Kedatangan kami di sambut ramah oleh para pelayan di gedung itu. Kami terpaksa duduk di baris 20 dari 25 baris yang ada. Rupanya ini adalah ajang kompetisi para mahasiswa dari fakultas seni murni seluruh prancis. Namun, yang masih menjadi tanda tanya besar bagiku adalah bagaimana bisa seorang anak berusia 10 tahun menginginkan pergi ke sebuah acara seperti ini?.
Acara pun dimulai. Seorang wanita muda nan cantik berbalut gaun hitam elegan membawakan susunan acara malam itu. Dilanjut sambutan oleh seorang bapak-bapak berkumis tipis yang kurasa ia bukan orang sembarangan. Waktu terus berjalan.
Makin lama aku semakin mengantuk. Berkali-kali aku menguap dan kututup dengan tangan kiriku ketika hal itu terus terjadi. Keponakanku sangat menikmati acara malam itu. Beda dengan anak seusianya yang akan sangat bosan untuk bertahan mengikuti acara itu selama berjam-jam—yang akhirnya akan berujung pada rengekan minta pulang.
“Auntie, take a look please. We’ll know the painting must be the winner. Don’t yawn again auntie, please?”, pinta si kecil Martha. “Okey girl, I’ll do it”,balas ku. Perlahan-lahan lampu sorot bergerak kesana kemari. Sedangkan lampu utama tiba-tiba meredup. Tiba pada saatnya lukisan-lukisan para mahasiwa di pertontonkan di depan khalayak. Satu persatu ku lihat lukisan itu. Dan napasku tiba-tiba berhenti, jantungku berhenti berdetak pula. Aku tertuju pada sebuah lukisan seorang wanita yang tengah asyik mencipratkan air di pantai. Rambutnya, senyumnya, bajunya—semua hal itu mengarah padaku. Aku tercengang tak percaya. Bagaimana bisa semua itu terjadi?
Tanda tanya besar.
Sementara aku sibuk memecahkan teka-teki itu sang pembawa acara menyampaikan para pemenang kompetisi itu. Terngiang di kepalaku seseorang yang bernama Frans kohn, seperti yang diucapkan wanita pembawa acara — memenangkan kompetisi itu sebagai the first champion. Aku terheran-heran. Kemudian seseorang yang bernama frans kohn dipersilakan menaiki podium untuk menjabat tangan orang penting tadi dan beberapa orang lainnya. Di atas podium tersebut frans memberikan sambutan dan beberapa patah ucapan.
“Mercy to the God. I love this. And especially mercy to the someone who I painted to. Wether I haven’t knew her before but for the secondly I give my thank to her. Give applause to her who sit on the 20th row”, ungkapnya.
Aku yang sedari tadi memecahkan teka-teki tersebut kaget dan tersadar bahwasanya Frans ialah seorang pemuda yang kutemui di pantai. Dan dialah orang yang mengatakan “We’ll meet you together again”.
Sontak seisi ruangan memberikan tepuk tangan meriah kepadaku. Dari Ibu-ibu hingga mahasiswa-mahasiwa melirikku sebagai tanda oh itu toh orangnya. Malu yang kurasa.
Acara pun selesai aku ingin cepat-cepat pulang. Martha sudah mengantuk. Seisi ruangan pun keluar satu persatu. Ketika hendak ku langkahkan kakiku sambil menuntun Martha, Frans sudah berada di depan mataku persis. Aku diam tanpa kata. Berusaha tak peduli. Aku mencoba melewatinya. Tetapi nyatanya dia berusaha menghalangi langkahku.
“Don’t do that again please. I just wanna fulfill my promise previously. And I have done it. So, now I wanna invite you to go with me?”, ungkapnya. Aku tetap diam selama 1 menit. Selang beberapa waktu aku terima tawarannya.
Di bawah lampu jalanan aku berdiri di atas sebuah jembatan bersama orang yang belum ku kenal dengan benar perangainya.
Percakapan kami dimulai dengan sebuah lontaran pertanyaan dari frans, “Are you Indonesian?”. “For exactly it’s true”, jawabku seraya mengelus rambut Martha.
Frans bersorak kegirangan “Yeaahh, It’s amazing. Okelah for now kita akan bicara secara indonesia alright?”. Begitulah reaksi Frans dengan vokal r-nya yang tidak jelas.
“Why not? I miss the way I speak indonesian”, tukasku. Selama malam itu aku banyak berbincang-bincang dengan Frans. Ternyata Frans tidak seburuk yang kuduga. Dia menarik, enjoyable pula.
Sejak kejadian di malam itu aku dan Frans sering bertemu baik sengaja ataupun tidak sengaja. Pertemanan kami semakin lama semakin lekat pula. Dia mengaku bahwa dirinya benar-benar tertarik pada negara asalku, Indonesia. Banyak alasan yang ia lontarkan. Dari alasan ia ingin menikmati pantai kuta, berkolaborasi dengan para seniman di Indonesia, budaya Indonesia yang multi interest, dan kesenian yang sudah mendunia — angklung.
Hingga pada suatu sore menjelang malam di suatu festival lampion. Frans mengajakku ke acara tersebut. Berjejer lampion-lampion beraneka bentuk. Ada yang berbentuk bunga teratai dengan di tengah-nya muncul sinar lampu. Ada lagi yang berbentuk labu untuk halowen. Dari mulutnya keluar cahaya. Selain dua bentuk itu sesungguhnya masih banyak bentuk lain mulai dari A to Z. Badut-badut berlenggak-lenggok ke sana kemari menirukan jalan binatang untuk menghibur anak-anak kecil. Kerlap-kerlip sinar membasahi sore itu. Frans lalu memegang tanganku erat. Lalu ia menatapku dalam. Matanya berkilauan. Aku lalu memiringkan kepala. Tertanda bingung. Perlahan ia mendekat hingga tepat di depan mataku. Aku mundur satu langkah. Ia maju satu langkah.
Dia berbisik pelan di samping telinga kiriku “Every moment spent with you is every one of my dreams coming true. Do you know my thoughts are always with you and the moment I first saw you, you warned my heart, the second time you made little flames and now make my heart burn like hell”.
Setelah kata-katanya berakhir ia kembali pada posisi semula — berdiri tepat di depan mataku. Aku mundur satu langkah lagi. Kali ini Frans tidak menghalangiku. Aku tertawa kecil seraya berkata “What are you doing with those all words. A fun joke, frans”.
Anehnya tatapan mata Frans tetap saja serius. Dia berusaha meyakinkan kata-katanya “when I’m with you. My heart floats among clouds as if I were an angel. And I think I falling in love with you”.
Seketika rasanya jantungku berdetak kencang sekencang-kencangnya. Seketika itu pula rombongan anak kecil mengelilingiku. Masing masing membawa lampion berbentuk hati. Salah satu mereka memberikan lampion hatinya padaku. Di dalamnya ada tulisan “Do you feel what I feel?”. Aku tersenyum kecil. Kejutan yang benar-benar mengejutkan. Frans berhasil meluluhkan hatiku. Aku langsung membalas perasaanya dengan pelukan hangat. “I feel what you feel, dear”
Semua itu hanyalah romansa-romansa yang telah lalu. Bodohnya diriku terperdaya oleh rayuan rayuan manisnya. Seharusnya aku tidak percaya dengan janji-janjinya. Seperti janjinya — akan menemuiku setelah wisudaku. Tapi janji itu tak kunjung lunas. Lelaki memang buaya. Bisanya hanya membuali para wanita.
Pikiranku semakin pepat. Penuh dengan tanda tanya besar.
Aku mendongak ke atas. Tanganku memegangi tangan tangga. Setelah merasa lebih lega aku langsung berjalan menaiki tangga. Tak lama setelah itu aku sudah tiba di lantai dua. Pelayan wanita melempar senyum ramah padaku. Aku hanya bisa membalas balik.
Sambil berjalan-jalan memandangi sekeliling ruangan aku berusaha ceria kembali. Baru kusadari ternyata cottage ini benar-benar menarik dan indah. Penuh dengan karya seni tinggi. Banyak lukisan di pajang disini. Serta patung-patung yang fantastik.
“Maaf kalau boleh saya tahu, semua benda seni ini karya siapa?”, tanyaku pada sang pelayan tadi.
“Tunggu sebentar nona”, balasnya.
Aku bingung dan ragu si pelayan tadi mengerti apa maksudku. Ia tidak menjawab langsung melainkan menuruni tangga.
Mungkin ia lupa.
Aku melanjutkan acara cuci mataku. Satu demi satu lukisan ku pandangi. Dan tepat ketika lukisan terakhir kupandang nafasku berhenti untuk waktu yang lama. Sekujur tubuhku terasa dingin. Angin dari laut masuk lewat jendela samping lukisan itu.
Dan saat itu pula sang pelayan sudah tiba. Aku menoleh padanya. Mataku membuka lebar menandakan ekspresi terkejut yang luar biasa. Si pelayan sepertinya terkejut pula. Ia menghampiriku melirik kesana kemari untuk mencari tahu apa yang barusan terjadi padaku.
Si pelayan tadi menghembuskan nafas. Udara yang keluar dari hidungnya terdengar sekali di gendang telingaku.
“Nona tadi bertanya karya siapa semua benda seni ini bukan?”,tanyanya.
“Iya benar”, jawabku
“Setahun lalu, ada seorang lelaki prancis datang kemari. Kebetulan waktu itu cottage ini sedang di lelang. Dari semua para peminat cottage ini, yang berani menawarkan harga tinggi hanya tuan Frans Kohn, lelaki pencipta semua karya seni ini”.
Hening.
Jiwaku semakin kalut.
“Tapi sayangnya, Frans Kohn sudah tiada lagi. Seminggu setelah penyerahan cottage ini ada dua orang berbadan kekar yang menusuk perut Tuan Frans hingga nyawanya tak bisa terselamatkan”.
Si pelayan wanita itu lalu diam.
“Dan, dari pihak keluarga tuan Frans mengatakan akan menyerahkan cottage ini kepada nona Cherish”.
Itukah alasan mengapa selama setahun ini ia menghilang tanpa kabar. Bahkan Tuan Herbert—ayah Frans, tidak memeritahuku. Aku hanya mendapat sepucuk surat atas nama Frans. Tertulis disana pada tanggal 1 Januari 2011 aku harus ke cottage ini.
“Maaf nona, mungkin Tuan Herbert belum memberi tahu anda. Beliau memerintahkan saya untuk mengatakannya pada hari, tanggal ini di tempat ini”
Air mata mengucur deras dari kedua bola mataku. Aku sedih. Aku merasa sangat menyesal telah mencap Frans sebagai pria tak setia.
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Dear Soul Bottle
Di bawah sinar lampion-lampion ini, aku tersadar akan banyak hal. Terkadang yang sebenarnya terjadi tidak seperti apa yang kita pikirkan. Seperti halnya yang terjadi padaku hari ini. Aku berpikiran terlalu jauh. Dan kini aku telah mendapatkan sebuah akhir dari penantianku. Kisah manusia memang sulit di tebak. Hanya tuhanlah yang tahu apa yang akan terjaadi pada hidup seseorang. Untuk seseorang yang telah mengisi hatiku, aku sangat menyesal. Aku berharap kau bahagia disana. I miss u so much.

CERPEN-HuRTs

HuRTs

I know it is highly unlikely among us to be together but I’m always trying to prove to the whole world that our love will come true in a marriage. Day after day we passed up years have changed that dream is getting closer in sight, so beautiful this morning filled with fresh air I remember you sitting there much, I never imagined that one day we would split up, really I do not want it happened between us. as usual my world has changed, so for me night and day during the night for me so I have sacrificed all the time just to equalize the difference between us.
For some reason lately you very changeable, you are no longer the person I knew. You have treated me rudely for no apparent reason. You accused me of doing things I’d never get me some real. but I always hold out how I maintain this relationship over the duration. until finally you go you leave me for no reason. what is my fault? why are you doing this to me? i love you so much until I gave up everything for you. I never thought how much suffering that you have given me.
I’m looking for, I telephone all the numbers that have been used, but you can not relieve all the tears, until finally I had cut my hand, for me to die is The best. my option is no longer able to live with all the pain that you have given me.
How many tears do you want? What a lot of the time you need to hurt me? I will give to you happiness in your life is more important than me, if you honestly if you possessed the other women I could receive. I sincerely you with the others, but why lie? You still remember the words you always say to me “I need you” “I want you” is you want me? You just want me dead. If the death of made you happy I am ready to sacrifice myself for you ..
Today has turned my hand wound also has begun to improve, I welcome the sun with a cry, I want to forget you but I can not. Why all the promises, love, you think of the game? Question that never goes out of my mind. You can hurt people who love you sincerely. Are you born to hurt me? If these walls could answer all these questions maybe I can rest, but there is no one who can answer it. That only you know the answer yourself, not me, or anyone else.
You know I love you, but love you for killing me. You just want my tears. Thank you for your injuries and pain you gave to me, you can go away from my life if it can make you happy. You can delete all the memories of us, but I’ll never do it the scars on my hands to death will not be lost, this is a sign of affection and sincere love for you.
Wherever you are right now and being with whoever, I hope you can be happy with her.. in prayer I will always be calling your name. I pleaded with God so that you do not feel pain the way I feel right now.
and Neither did I. I pray to be more resilient to live my life.
For all my friends
Never stay with someone who doesn’t show you that you deserve the universe. Don’t do anyone any favours when all they do is make you sacrifice yourself. You deserve more than you give yourself credit for. Know that you should never settle for someone who can’t prove their words for you. Most of all, love yourself, then everything well will follow after…

CERPEN-Imaginary Sky Man

“can you move faster Mrs. snail?” said William
He was my best friend in my Senior High School. We used to spend time together. We loved to see sunset at the roof. I thought he was a good boy. He ever said to me when I was going to tear “don’t show your weakness Miara, keep smile even if you have to pretend fine.”
We used to be together, as I said before. We loved shooting stars, shore those dreams and talked anything. He also knew about me well, include of my fans fiction that I had_Sky Man. I liked this philosophy too. “skies are above us. The color is blue and cheerful. Skies are the place to take dream for some kids. Skies protect us and the earth. And my Sky Man specially protect me” I told William. But he answered, “but sky is high. You are unable to reach him”. I became gloomy with his statement. But he laughed me and we laughed together.
Lately I realized his words. William was true. My imaginary sky man, unable to be reached.
By the running of the time I depend on him. I relied on him in every condition. At that time I thought that he was my Sky Man. Helped and protected me always.
Lately I knew that he was not my Sky Man who I amazed so much. He was not.
We spent almost a thousand days together and this relation was going to shabby. There was a day of them became my memorable. It was Friday after school when I walked to him and smiled but he seemed didn’t care my presence. At that day I was going to home alone. Then I got a short message.
I have to live without you. Everybody ever feel the point of bore.
Sender :
William hakim +628573022****
Simply he told me that. At the following day I knew him held on the hand of a girl and never played or talked with me again. In that day, I cried.
I didn’t know what exactly I felt. Something was missing without his laugh and presence. But I should be grateful. I knew who the real William Hakim was.
“how many special people change?
how many live are living strange?
where were you while we were getting high”
everybody had troubles, everybody deserved to make a wish. When everything was gonna turn out worst. When your condition was totally ruined. I guessed you were afraid to wish. And here I was. Lonely at the roof and watching the sky when it turned dusk. Here I used to spend this moment with Wiliam. I had passed some weather. No played the snow in the winter. No cycling when the spring came without him. For God’s sake I would not cry again. Sometimes memorable thing make us weak. I heard voice buzzed out of my head “don’t show your weakness Miara. Keep smile even if you have to pretend fine.” Well that wasn’t William voice. Wasn’t. but that was my voice. Mine.
Now I realize that someone who can assure that you are totally fine is your self. Not other, not William. They are humans ever make mistake or sometimes hurt.
I watched outside the window. It was summer. I glanced the sky turned dusk. There were 3 star seemed vague. But I knew it was summer triangle spread over on the beautiful sky. Or on might imaginary sky man.
William could leave. Anyone could leave. But my Sky Man was never.
Here, I kept a bunch of belief. He was there_Sky Man. In every nook and cranny of my heart.

CERPEN-This is Story Abou Their Zayn Malik

This is Story Abou Their Zayn Malik

“Hi, I’m Jade Thirwall!” salam Jade ramah pada Asmeralda. Baru saja Asmeralda akan memperkenalkan dirinya, Jade memotong, “And you certainly Asmeralda Austin. How I don’t know who you are? You are a partner my dear in the film. Don’t really like him, huh?” canda Jade. Asmeralda hanya bisa tersenyum.
“Hmm. I’m Perrie Edwards.” Perrie menyodorkan tangannya pada Asmeralda.
Asmeralda terdiam sejenak, lalu menyambut tangan Perrie dan berkata, “Asmeralda Austin,” dengan gaya coolnya yang biasa. Mungkin lebih cool.
Zayn merasa tidak enak saat ini dan ia pun memilih untuk pergi tapi di tahan oleh Perrie. “Zayn! Don’t go. I want to meet you… and I’ll to talk something to you,” Perrie memegang tangan Zayn dengan kuat. Zayn semakin tidak enak, Asmeralda memalingkan pandangannya dari situasi itu. “Please…! Just this once, give me a chance!” Perrie memohon pada Zayn.
Akhirnya Zayn luluh dan ikut bersama Perrie.
Asmeralda merasa lain, ia ingin pergi dari sana, menyendiri, dan mendinginkan kepalanya agar ia dapat menghafal dialog selanjutnya. “I… I wan to go now,” Asmeralda pergi.
Satu hal yang tidak diketahui orang lain selain Harry adalah bahwa Zayn dan Asmeralda sama-sama merasa tidak enak dengan keberadaan Perrie. Harry jelas-jelas melihat saat Asmeralda memalingkan wajahnya tadi. Namun apa yang bisa diperbuatnya?
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“Hi, Asme! Whether I could get into inside?” Top berdiri di ambang pintu kamar Asmeralda yang terbuka lebar.
Asmeralda yang sedang tidur-tiduran menolah ke arah puntu, “Of course, Top.”
Top duduk di sebelah Asmeralda dengan ragu. Ia mencoba memulai pembicaraannya, “Hmm… Well! Aku benar-benar melihat perubahanmu sejak selesai syuting di gubuk waktu itu. Memang pekerjaanmu tetap berjalan baik, tapi aku cukup cemas. Are you bored? Are you not interested in this job? If true, I promise I’ll not give you a job as an actress to you again. I promise!” Top bicara dengan sungguh-sungguh menatap Top.
Asmeralda terdiam sejenak, ia senang Top mempedulikannya. “Nope, Top. Don’t worry. I’m fine, really! I’m just tired, only that! Yang terpenting kan pekerjaanku tetap berjalan lancar dan tidak menurun. Aku akan tetap profesional,” Asmeralda tersenyum meyakinkan Top.
“But… If you want, you can tell me why!” Top beranjak pergi. Ia berbalik lagi, “Oh iya, besok pagi kita sudah harus standby. Apa kau sudah membereskan barang-banrangmu?”
“No… not yet…” Ia bicara dengan ragu.
“Ugh… kau ini! Benar-benar kebiasaan jelek.”
“Calm, Top. I will soon do.”
Pintu di banting Top dengan gusar. Asmeralda hanya bisa cengengesan.
Asmeralda mulai membereskan barang-barangnya. Karena pembicaraan Top tadi, ia teringat lagi akan kejadian itu. Setelah Perrie mengajak Zayn untuk bertemu, Asmeralda merasa sakit hati. Ia baru sadar, mungkin ia cemburu dan mulai menyukai Zayn. Hal ini sudah beberapa kali dielakkannya dengan tidak percaya, namun tidak bisa. Asmeralda memang memikirkan Zayn akhir-akhir ini, ia rindu. Meskipun Zayn selalu datang ke lokasi syuting meskipun adegannya belum di ambil, Asmeralda selalu menjauh dan berusaha untuk tidak melihat Zayn.
Tapi besok tidak bisa lagi, Asmeralda akan selalu melihat Zayn hingga adegan mereka berdua habis. Sebenarnya ia tidak yakin akan bisa melakukan adegannya dengan baik bersama Zayn. Karena hubungan mereka sejak itu tidak lagi pernah membaik. Tapi apa boleh buat, Asmeralda sudah berjanji pada Top akan tetap bersikap profesional.
Disisi lain, Zayn yang sudah membaca dan tahu adegan apa yang akan dimainkannya dengan Asmeralda sudah merasa tidak sabar lagi. Mungkin ini kesempatannya untuk mulai berbicara dengan Asmeralda lagi. Zayn bertekad agar ia akan melakukan semua adegannya dengan Asmeralda dengan baik.
Paris, kota romantis. Disinilah syuting antara One Direction dan JunoGirl akan berlangsung. Tepatnya yaitu antara Zayn Malik dan Asmeralda Austin yang akan melakukan adegan romantis pada malam musim dingin di depan menara eiffle. Zayn dan Asmeralda sama-sama merasa gugup dan deg-degan. Dan sedikit salah tingkah mekipun mereka sudah saling mencoba agar tetap bersikap biasa dan normal.
Mungkin semuanya bertanya-tanya kenapa pasangan Asmeralda disambungan film ini adalah Zayn. Jadi begini, hubungan Robin dan Kimberly sejak saat itu kembali membaik dan mereka berjanji akan menghabiskan waktu berdua saat liburan nanti di Paris, Perancis. Ternyata ada konflik lagi, pada saat Kimberly liburan semester Robin malah sibuk-sibuknya dengan perusahaan yang dipegangnya dan itu tidak bisa ditinggal begitu saja. Kimberly pun pergi sendiri ke Paris karena tiket sudah dibeli dengan Robin, dan Robin berjanji setelah urusannya selesai ia akan langsung mnyusul Kimberly.
Sudah hampir sepuluh hari Kimberly menunggu Robin dan harus mengahabiskan waktu liburannya sendiri di kota romantis itu, namun Robin belum juga datang. Pada saat Kimberly jalan-jalan sendiri di sekitar menara eiffle dan duduk disana. Seorang seniman bebas melukis sosok Kimberly yang cantik dan santai. Pada saat Kimberly menyadarinya, ia pun mendekat kepada sang seniman dan menuntut atas perlakuannya yang tanpa izin itu. Tapi sang seniman itu malah berkata akan membayar Kimberly sebagai permintaan maaf.
Kimberly kaget, orang itu adalah seniman yang berpakaian lusuh dan membutuhkan uang tapi kenapa ia malah akan membayar Kimberly? Seberapa banyak uang yang sanggup dibayarnya? Karena merasa cukup kasihan dengan sang seniman, Kimberly pun memaafkannya dan akan mengambil lukisan gambarnya tanpa bayar. Sang seniman tidak terima, ia berkata bahwa lukisan itu tidak akan di jual dan tidak akan diberikannya kepada siapa pun, seniman itu cukup ngotot dan memohon. Kimberly yang tidak mau ribut-ribut akhirnya membiarkan apa mau seniman itu dan ia pun pergi.
Besoknya, entah kenapa Kimberly datang lagi ke tempat kemaren. Sebenarnya ia cukup penasaran dengan seniman itu. Kenapa seniman itu malah begitu ngotot mendapatkan lukisannya? Tapi Kimberly tidak lagi melihat seniman itu berada disana ataupun di sekitar sana. Ia berpikir mungkin seniman itu takut bahwa ia akan menuntut lagi atau lebih parah. Kimberly sedikit kecewa.
Saat Kimberly sedang asyik-asyik mendengarkan musik, seseorang yang berpakaian rapi berdiri didepannya dengan memegang gitar. Kimberly menatap orang itu, dan ia meminta izin padanya agar duduk disebelahnya. Kimberly sedikit kaget dan termenung menatap orang itu, orang itu tertawa dan langsung duduk disampingnya. Orang itu adalah sang seniman kemaren.
Mereka berkenalan, namanya Goyle (Zayn Malik). Ia benar-benar tampak tampan dengan pakaian rapi yang sederhana, ternyata ia bukanlah seniman jalanan. Memang terkadang ia suka menjadi seniman jalanan sekali-kali dan kini ia ingin berpakaian rapi dihadapan seorang gadis, gadis yang telah menarik perhatiannya. Mereka mulai sedikit akrab dan banyak berbincang-bincang. Hingga Goyle pun menyanyi dengan gitarnya dihadapan Kimberly. Kimberly cukup terpesona dengan alunan indah suara Goyle. Hanya sekedar kagum.
Besoknya mereka bertemu lagi di tempat yang sama dan lebih akrab lagi. Kimberly cukup senang punya teman di saat ia kesepian tanpa keberadaan kekasih. Hingga hari keempat pun mereka tetap bertemu. Kimberly yang benar-benar menganggap Goyle teman kaget terhadap pernyataan cinta dari Goyle. Goyle memeluknya dengan erat. Sebenarnya Kimberly tidak mau di peluk oleh lelaki selain Robin, tapi ia tidak bisa.
Saat pulang ke hotel, ternyata Robin sudah menunggu Kimberly di depan kamarnya. Ia bertanya kenapa sudah jam 10 Kimberly belum juga pulang, apalagi ia seorang perempuan yang berada di negeri asing, Robin sangat cemas dengan Kimberly. Kimberly menenangkan Robin dan berkata bahwa ia hanya menemui temannya di suatu tempat. Untungnya sikap Kimberly tidak aneh dan membuat Robin cukup tenang.
Sejak saat itu dan adanya Robin, Kimberly tidak lagi datang ke tempat biasanya ia bertemu dengan Goyle. Tapi tentu saja mereka juga jalan-jalan di sekitar menara eiffle. Setelah waktu liburan habis, Kimberly dan Robin akan segera kembali lagi ke London, Inggris. Sehari sebelum keberangkatan Kimberly mencoba untuk menemui Goyle lagi, ia pun pergi ketempat mereka biasa bertemu pada sore hari, tapi Goyle tidak ada disana. Setelah menunggu hingga matahari terbenam, Kimberly merasa sedikit cemas dan ia bertekad harus menemui Goyle dulu sebelum mereka pergi. Kimberly pun mencari tahu dimana keberadaan.
Ternyata Goyle selalu menunggu Kimberly disana, baru beberapa hari ini saja ia tidak datang lagi kata beberapa orang pelayan cafe yang berada di dekat sana. Kimberly sedikit menyesal tidak menemui Goyle setelah kejadian itu. Lagipula, tentu saja Goyle selalu menunggunya karena Kimberly tidak memberikan jawaban padanya dan langsung pergi.
Setelah mengetahui dimana rumah Goyle. Kimberly mengajak Robin ikut bersamanya menemui Goyle, dan akan memberikan jawaban pada Goyle bahwa ia sudah mempunyai kekasih yang ia sayangi dan hubungan pertemanan mereka tidak akan putus, sekalian untuk pamit pulang. Robin pun dengan berat hati mengizinkan Kimberly dan mau menemaninya setelah ia menjelaskan semuanya pada Robin.
Tak disangka, ternya Goyle adalah anak orang kaya, tidak seperti penampilannya. Saat menanyakan Goyle pada pembantu disana, Kimberly diminta untuk menemui orantua Goyle. Ibu Goyle memeluk Kimberly sambil menangis, membuat jantung Kimberly berdetak cepat dan takut dengan apa yang akan keluar dari mulut ibu Goyle.
Ibu Goyle berkata bahwa ia ingin bicara dulu dengan Kimberly sebelum ia mengizinkan Kimberly untuk menemui Goyle. Ia meceritakan bahwa saat Goyle pulang ke rumah dengan membawa lukisan seorang gadis, ia tampak begitu bahagia. Ia menceritakan pada kedua orangtuanya bahwa ia menemukan seorang gadis yang menarik perhatiannya dan ia akan menemui gadis itu lagi besok. Besoknya saat Goyle pulang ia bahagia dan menceritakan bahwa ia benar-benar telah jatuh cinta pada gadis itu, gadis yang berambut merah tua dari Inggris. Dan sampai saat ia menyatakan perasaannya pada gadis itu namun gadis itu tidak merespon dan pergi meninggalkannya sendiri.
Goyle yakin bahwa cintanya bertepuk sebelah tangan, bukannya ia sudah menyerah, tapi suara hatinya mengatakan begitu. Dengan keadaan yang memburuk Goyle tetap menunggu gadis itu setiap hari di tempat mereka biasa bertemu di malam musim dingin itu. Namun gadis itu tak kunjung datang. Hingga akhirnya Goyle melihat gadis itu bersama seorang pria tampan dan gagah yang tampak sangat cocok dengan gadis itu di Restourant mahal di dekat menara eiffle. Keadaan Goyle semakin memburuk.
Pada saat itu, Kimberly dan Robin dibawa oleh orangtua Goyle ke sebuah ruangan. Ternyata kamar Goyle. Disana ada foto besar Goyle dengan lukisan seorang gadis disampingnya, gadis itu adalah Kimberly. Ibu Goyle melanjutkan ceritanya, ternyata Goyle sakit kanker tulang stadium empat. Ia tahu bahwa umurnya tinggal beberapa bulan lagi. Ia memaksakan dirinya untuk menemui gadis yang ia sayangi. Ia tahu bahwa dirinya egois, jika saja Kimberly juga menyukainya dan begitu sedih saat ia meninggal dunia nanti. Tapi ia tidak bisa, ia memang ingin menghabiskan sisa hidupnya bersama Kimberly, orang yang ia sayangi. Tapi tak di sangka, umurnya hanya tinggal beberapa hari saja.
Pada saat itu Kimberly menangis dipelukan Robin. Ia tidak tahu keadaan Goyle seburuk itu, dan ia telah melukai Goyle dengan tidak memberikan jawaban pada saat itu juga. Robin hanya bisa menenangkan Kimberly. Sekarang Goyle sudah tiada, bukannya ia tidak pamit, tapi malah Goyle yang tidak pamit dengan kepergiaannya, pikir Kimberly.
Syuting pun berakhir, One Direction dan JunoGirl mendapat liburan gratis di Paris selama tiga hari. Asmeralda merasa lega setelah pekejaannya selesai. Ia benar-benar gugup saat berhadapan langsung dengan Zayn pada adegan-adegan mereka berdua. Apalagi saat Zayn memeluk Asmeralda dengan hangat dan kuat. Tampaknya saat adegan mereka berdua, mereka benar-benar menghayatinya. Zayn menatap Asmeralda dengan mata yang teduh dan hangat, begitu juga dengan Asmeralda, ia benar-benar bersikap baik dan ramah terhadap Zayn.
Besoknya saat Asmeralda jalan-jalan sendirian di atap hotel yang menghadap menara eiffle – memang cukup ramai dengan orang-orang yang juga ingin menikmati keindahan malam kota Paris – Zayn mendekati Asmeralda.
“Hi, why the nights here? What isn’t cool?” tanya Zayn pada Asmeralda.
Asmeralda cukup kaget dengan kedatangan Zayn, “Ah… a bit. You too? Why here?” tanya Asmeralda bersikap lebih baik.
“I just… I just wanted to see the stars with the telescope. You also want to come?”
Asmeralda menggangguk dan tersenyum ramah.
“The Lady first.” Zayn mempersilahkan Asmeralda untuk duluan.
Asmeralda memegang teleskop dengan tangan yang tidak memakai sarung.
“Hey… You don’t wear gloves. You can use mine.”
Baru saja Zayn akan melepaskan sarung tangannya, Asmeralda menolak, “No! you don’t need to take it off. You’re also cold, I don’t so cold!”
Tapi Zayn tetap melepaskan sarung tangan sebelah kanannya, “Better this way!” Zayn meraih tangan kanan Asmeralda dan memasangkannya, yang kiri ia pegang dengan tangan kanannya dengan erat.
Asmeralda deg-degan, tapi ia senang. Ia mulai meraih teleskop dan melihat bintang. Zayn terus menatapnya dan Asmeralda tidak menyadarinya.
Saat Asmeralda akan memberikan teleskop pada Zayn, Zayn kiss her on the cheek and say, “I love you! I am so love with you!”
Jantung Asmeralda begitu menggebu-gebu. Ternyata ia memang mencintai Zayn dan cintanya tidak bertepuk sebelah tangan. “I love you too, Zayn!” Asmeralda kiss him too on the cheek.
“I’m a little afraid that our love story is really like movies that we play. And I fear the most is if you really love Harry and became mine him.”
“Will not!” Asmeralda memeluk Zayn dan Zayn pun membalasnya. “Ngomong-ngomong, apa yang dibicarakan Perrie waktu itu?” tanya Asmeralda masih dalam pelukan Zayn.
“Belum jadi ia bicara aku sudah bilang bahwa aku sudah punya orang yang ku sayang.” Jawab Zayn. “Lalu ia pergi.”
Asmeralda tertawa dan mencubit perut Zayn, “Kau ini jahat juga!”

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