Seriously people, what are you trying to get from marriage?

If you say Kids,

Listen.. Up to this moment, there are more than 7 billion of people on earth. And trust me, at least thousands of kids amongst them are not aware of their own biological parent. Not that I am forbiding anyone to have a children of their own, but hey, if you’re going through marriage just to preserve your legacy upon this earth, why not make other useful things. Like a longlasting battery that could hold its power preservation up to a month? Or a food that could duplicate itself?

As one of my friend’s favourite quote, ” There are thousands of children dies of starvation every month..” And you’re still planning to have more? Besides, you actually COULD have a children without having a marriage. Although some laws and tradition would absolutely go against it. But marriage doesn’t actually produce kids. Sex does.

Is it the sky that reflects the color of the Ocean,
or is it the Ocean that reflects the color of the sky?

Both are blue
Both are calm, but dangerous.
Both has the thing human can’t live without. Air and Water.

No matter how often you see the sky, you may never be able to touch it,
But No matter how rare you see the Ocean, you could always touch it whenever you’ve met one.

…

And the sad truth is,
The Ocean and The Sky may see each other everytime of everyday,
but never will, and never could touch one another.

Destined to be separated.

Just like us.

You know,

When every boy in my twitter timeline show their long hair look. It started to remind me about you. Of us. And how you used to called me by that name because my long hair reminds me of a Japanesse actor you couldn’t recall. So you took the nickname “Hiroshima” for me.

I hope you’re okay. Haven’t heard from you in 10 years. Take care…

“Emang jatuh dari jatuh cinta itu ya gitu, nangis menderu-deru, ntar seiring waktu diinget sambil ketawa” – @rahneputri

Akhirnya saya memutuskan untuk berhenti.

Ya, berhenti aja.

Berhenti untuk bicara, Berhenti untuk tersenyum, Berhenti untuk merasa muak.

Berhenti untuk berharap.

… Pokoknya berhenti.

Lalu berbaring dan menatap ke langit-langit kamar. Detak jarum jam dinding jadi terdengar jelas, sayup-sayup musik dangdut yang diputar oleh tetangga (yang tidak lama kemudian dihentikannya, entah karena takut dicap berselera kampungan atau memang ia memutuskan bahwa memutar dangdut di tengah malam adalah kegiatan yang … yah… agak konyol)

Saya menutup mata.

Derum bunyi ban kendaraan yang lewat depan gedung terdengar kencang lalu perlahan-lahan mengecil dan menghilang. Kemudian bunyi sepasang orang tertawa-tawa sambil mengobrol naik (atau turun) tangga juga melewati proses yang sama.

Dunia tidak berhenti saat saya berhenti.

Bahkan sebaliknya, mungkin para semut yang sehari-harinya menjadi korban pembantaian malah bergerak dengan lebih cepat ketika menyadari saya sedang ‘berhenti’. Di luar sana, ribuan dokter justru sedang berjuang menyelamatkan jantung seseorang, sekuat tenaga menjaganya agar jangan sampai berhenti.

… Because You are perfect, just the way you are.

Jakarta, 21:21