Karya Sastra - Yizhan.

Ciggaro Beijo

Ciggaro Beijo: cigarette kiss 

...

Malam itu dingin.

Bintang tidak bercahaya.

Dan bunyi tidak bersuara.

Malam itu mati.

Xiao Zhan berjongkok di depan ruko kosong. AirPod terpasang, musik mengalun, berdansa bersama dengan suasana.

Seseorang datang dengan skateboard. 

"What happened?"

Straight to the point as usual. Xiao Zhan mendongakan kepalnya. "Nothing, just life being hard to me."

"Oh."

Yibo mengeluarkan sebungkus rokok dengan dan pemantik api.

"Want some?"

He nodded his head.

Yibo burned his cigarette with a lighter. Then he tried to light his lighter again, but failed.

"I'll eat pocky."

"No." That voice wasn't clear. There is a cigarette between his lips. "It's already soggy."

Xiao Zhan smiled. "Then light it." It's not a good smile, but fuck it. Who cares. 

Yibo brought his head closer, their cigarettes kissing each other. "Smoke it."

Yeah, they were in that position for some time, before Wang Yibo brought back his head.

They smoked and the smoke danced.

Xiao Zhan closed his eyes, had a sex with the night.

Wang Yibo closed his eyes, minded his own business;

...

I typed this at 1.31 a.m, with some cigarette music theme on my ears. 

There is a bottle of  green tea, and i hate the taste. I think the leaf already rotted or maybe it just because I do not store it in a right way. 

Semarang, 07/05/2021, 1.33 a.m.