Jumat, 18 Desember 2015

Sweater

Sore ini mulai turun hujan. Setelah lama kota Tangerang Selatan ini dibakar panas matahari, akhirnya bau tanah yang kurindukan itu tercium kembali. Jangan ditanya hawanya. Tetap saja panas. Aku membuka kembali novel yang sedang kubaca. Aku pikir ia menyindirku, dengan sudut latar Bandung dan sedang musim hujan. Aku menutup mataku merasakan harum guyuran tanah, merasakan bahwa aku sedang di Bandung berjalan di jalan yang becek dengan sweater yang kupakai sekedar untuk menghalangi angin-angin yang ingin menyelinap bertemu kulitku.
Tanpa payung, di sela gerimis aku berjalan. Tampak di belakangku ada yang berjalan. Laki-laki yang dua jengkal lebih tinggi dariku, memasukkan sebelah tangannya ke sweaternya dan tangan yang lain memegang buku keramat. Ia cepat-cepat menyamai langkahku,
“Kenapa hujan-hujanan?”
Aku tersenyum. Detik demi detik entah bagian otakku yang mana mulai bekerja merangkai kata demi menyaingi refleks bagian otakku yang lain, atau bukan otak.
“Kamu juga!”
1 detik kemudian terdengar gelak tawa kami, dilanjut dialog saling bertanya hari kami.

Waktu tidak berjalan sangat cepat, aku saja yang kadang tidak bersyukur dengan keadaanku dulu. Kadang tak pernah menikmati hal-hal yang membuatku menge---

Holy molly, look at me I'm sooo melancholy like ew. Haha it's me coming back from earth. I miss my blog like I miss my bed everyday 24/7. Waddup everyone oh i mean noone?!?!?!?!?! So what am I gonna do right now? Post new fantasy story? No, I don't have any idea what should I write for the next chapter. Maybe if my write-fantasy-story-feelings is coming up, I'll make it.

So, whoila. I'm in my auntie's house today in the mood of laying on the bed, a cup of milk and TV. You know what channel: Indosiar, Mamah dan Aa. SubhanAllah. Actually, I should follow my ngencengin-program, that is jogging after shubuh. But here I am with full-fat-stomach I'm still on my boyfriend, cuddling on it and with my crush flirting. Don't have any dirty minds, folks. It's bed and laptop, it's Bradd and laptop, it's Bradd and Clayton...........

BUT EVERYONE I AM BAPER NOW. The writings on the top, it's real. I miss Bandung, my born and raised city. And I miss uhuk, I miss my parents, I miss my bros, I miss my XTC friends, I miss my old schools, I MISS BANDUNG PEOPLE. When I was in Bandung, I never thought that I'll leave my parents, leave from the lovely city. But a part of my heart says I should do rantau for feeling like I'm free. So with sooo much feelings on it, I'm succeed do rantau, and here I am at.............................. South Turkey  Jakarta. Ya, at least I'm leaving house even it's only 3 hours from here.

I think it's normal, I miss my hometown. Ngalay in first semester like writing on this blog. Woah finally, I am undergraduate. I am college people. And I don't know how I am grateful more to Allah. I can continue my study with schoolarship. Alhamdulillah. Ah this is gonna be a story. So, if I got schoolarship, I should stay at dormitory which 1 TV for 30-40 people, 4 bed for 3 people, 12 toilets for 30-40, and all of things should shared together. It's fun because if you are not lying on me you must wanna be on one house, chillin out everynight, studying together, talking about sshhh, and all of fun things to do with the girls. For me, YAY IT'S FUN OMG THIS IS SO GOALS. BUT I'M TOO LAZY TO BUY FOODS. Sometimes, if you're really tired of studying then your mom brings you food it's a wonderful gift than you buy me the 1975 ticket concert. And it's absolutely thing you can't get at dorms. You have to go out at 8/9 at the night to buy dinner. And believe me, South Tangerang is so scary af.

Let me tell you little secret. The reason why I say South Tangerang is so scary af. People here maybe stressed for living in this cruel world. For 9283892739390 times, people asked me to pick me on his motorcycle and when I show them my I-dont-give-a-damn-dude face, they laugh and just go. My friend ever got mad from someone who asked her money twice. My other friend ever got rude words from sick person without do anything. If I leave my friends, I always say 'daaah, duluan ya' and suddenly there's people say the same thing then laugh and go. And many more weird things. AND IT'S DIFFERENT PERSON FOLKS Iiiiiiihhhhh.

So be careful, folks. Wherever you are. Don't think you're safe just because you're with your friends. People rn are so crazy.

Back to college, I am in final test right now whoooooo. I'm about finish my semester in 1 month yayyyyy. Fyuuuh, once again time don't fly so fast, I'm the only one who forgot do maaaany good things and be grateful for things that I've got.

"Cie, yang mau ikut SBMPTN."
"Ih, kamu juga, ketiga kali malahan!" Tawa kami terdengar lagi. Cipratan air becek mengenai rok abuku. Aku sengaja tak mengangkatnya karna besok aku pakai rok pramuka.
"Tik, your sweater fits you."
"So yours." I smiled.

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