Beda sabitah tentu berbeda lagi masalahnya.
Yibo menduduki skateboard-nya. Rambutnya yang tidak tertata rapi bergerak selaras dengan angin yang lewat.
Pada mulutnya ia kembali menyulut sebuah rokok. Berbeda dengan sebelumnya, kali ini rasanya lebih menyesakkan.
Dari arah berlawanan, Xiao Zhan muncul memegang kantong kresek.
"You came."
He sat on Yibo's side. His red sweater perfectly copied Zhan's body shape.
Xiao Zhan opened his pocky and asked Yibo"Want some?"
He shaked his head. "No, thank you."
The other man was not talking anymore. His pocky tasted better than Yibo.
"I hate my life."
"Me too."
Xiao Zhan ate his pocky again. He chewed it happily. "How life's going?"
"My parents---"
"Divorce right? I knew. My dad is your mom's lawyer."
"Haha."
"You still have me here."
"Liar."
"Gimme that cigarette. And the lighter."
Yibo gave him what he wanted.
"Hm, you should go home now."
"What for? My home is here."
"Liar." He smiled and blew a mouthful of smoke.
***
Today's the green tea is not bitter, hooray!
So I opened my spotify and listened Gelas-gelas Kaca by Nia Daniaty. It's an old song, not suit for everyone taste.
Semarang, 14/05/2021.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Karya Sastra - Yizhan.
FanfictionIni merupakan puisi/karya sastra yang saya buat dalam waktu luang saya. Setiap chapter berisikan satu jenis karya sastra, dengan tema Yizhan. Saya harap kalian semua dapat menyukainya.
