"I was young, I was foolish, I was in love. Funny thing, he still haunts me sometimes." Keluh dia, bila bercerita tentang silamnya, namun tak seindah senyumannya.
"How?" Tanya aku, pendek.
Dia ambil beberapa detik, kemudian dia sambung balik.
"He trained me. Broke me. Seduces me. Made me do things I can't even imagined. I cant go back to normal after this. I became who I am because of him, and for that : I am grateful. He made me feel something I haven't feel before, y'know? A form of loved or belonged."
"And how do you feel now?" Tanya aku.
"Empty, to be honest." Jawab dia, pendek.
"Macam lagu Padi, Semua Tak Sama." Bisik hati aku. Senyumannya, hampir pudar.
...dan langit, mula gelap.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Pagi, dan ritualnya.
Short StoryDengan tenang, itik berenang. Kalau lu cari bijaksana, memang tak ada. Nama pun "bijak-sana". Mesti la kat sana, kan? Kalau tak, memang gua dah lama petik "bijaksini".
