Dreams Are Freak

Asteya   : Indonesian? Nadira   : Iya. Asteya   : Agak kaget ketemu orang Indonesia di sini. Nadira   : Sama, saya juga. Asteya   : Perantau juga? Nadira   : Sejauh ini bukan. Saya masih tinggal di Jakarta. Asteya   : Oh, saya di London. Nadira is offline 

The title itself is still undecided, but I'm glad I can present you something here after being lazy for months. Here is the prologue. PROLOG - ICHA                         Entah sejak kapan aku mulai mencintai rumah di bandingkan seluruh tempat lain di dunia. Bagiku, pesawat—bahkan jika aku duduk di business class —tetap terasa menyebalkan. Hotel apalagi. Membayangkan ribuan orang lain pernah menghuni kamar itu saja aku sudah risih sendiri, makanya aku sekarang jadi benci jika diajak menginap di hotel bintang lima sekalipun. Mall, yang menjadi salah satu dari sedikit penghiburan orang Jakarta, hanya itu-itu saja walaupun jumlahnya kian menjamur di ibukota.

Kadang aku bertanya, antara aku dan dia, siapa yang lebih menderita. Aku, yang hanya bisa menghabiskan waktu membayangkan saat berdua dengan orang itu tanpa pernah sanggup memandang matanya lama-lama. Atau dia, yang bisa melihat perempuan itu setiap kali dia mau, bisa menyentuhnya tanpa ragu, bisa merangkulnya tanpa takut, tapi diam-diam terpasung perasaannya sendiri karena terlalu cinta. Tunjukkan padaku orang yang lebih menyedihkan daripada orang yang selalu merasa dicintai, namun tidak bisa merasakan cinta dari satu-satunya orang yang ia harapkan bisa mencintainya apa adanya. Sekalian tunjukkan juga, siapakah yang lebih merana daripada diriku, si gadis yang mencintai satu nama yang selalu kupanggil dalam malam-malam sendu itu, namun tak pernah mendengar namaku keluar dari bibirnya sekali saja. Bagiku, malam adalah tempatku mengadu dan menyembunyikan air mata. Dan baginya, malam adalah saat ia menghabiskan menit demi menit merindukan masa lalu. Tanpa seorang pun tahu, k...

“Ya, tapi positifnya adalah we’re having another life after this, kan?”Aku bertanya sambil menghela napas. “Jadi, setidaknya ada harapan kalau kehidupan bisa jadi lebih baik lagi di kehidupan kita yang lain.” “Yea, jadi kalau this life fails, both of us still have another chance, kan?” tanya Rashid, namun ia lebih seperti ingin mencari pembenaran daripada mempertanyakan apakah kalimat yang dilontarkannya benar atau tidak. Pesan pengarangnya: enjoy reading and I hope you like it!

        It’s obvious that Joko Widodo—famously known as Jokowi—is getting majority support for the upcoming president election, if not nationwide, it’s fair to say that he wins the heart of Jakarta and its surrounding areas. The reason why Jokowi got the citizens’ favor is actually simple. He is renowned for his clean image in his political career and from so many cases I have seen, it is safe to conclude that avoiding corruption as much as possible is an important point in winning people’s sympathy.

Today, 21 st March 2014, marked 8 months of my wasted life admiring someone who barely knew I existed. It’s habitual for someone, at least once in their lives, fall in love with someone who doesn’t deserve that feeling. The wise one can manage to get over it and move on, but one eventually can’t get over it, maybe for a while—or maybe for the rest of their lives. I might say I am the one who eventually can’t get over it for a while——I mean, up till now.

There was this saying that by letting someone to play an important role in your life, they would be someone who knows the best way to let you down. The first time I heard it, you know what I thought? I used to think that it was impossible. I mean, if I treasure them so much, then they wouldn't have the heart to let me down in any possible way, would they? They, whom I trust so much, are not supposed to hurt me intentionally, even though they know how to make me feel at the worst, aren't they? But life has prove me wrong. They, in fact, never cares, or maybe if they care , there will come a moment when they decide not to care anymore. Heartless, yes. But I'm wondering my self, Am I still possesing a heart to judge people around me for acting so? I've become more heartless day by day. It's pitiful, but the same question always lingers on my mind, Am I being like this because life has striked me hard or just because I'm tired for possesing one? Whe...