puisi dan sepotong roti

It was 3 pm when we arrived in Muara Aman , Bengkulu. It took five hours trip from the airport. Very tired and starving, w e went around looking for a restaurant , but there are not many choices. Muara Aman is not a big city. Very quit e . But I love the fresh air and the humble people. In three days, we were visited many places. Everything is okay until we saw a sub-district called Pinang Belapis . A lmost three-quarters of the road is unpaved. Fortunately , we went there in the summer. I cannot imagine how bad it is in the rainy season .   Besides all of the busy things, there is some thing I always remember. F erns are everywhere . Green and beautiful. It was very relaxing . #April 2018

Terdiam sejenak aku pagi ini. Di antara aroma tanah basah sehabis hujan tadi malam dan setumpuk sayuran yang mau aku masak. Tiba-tiba aku teringat tentang apa yang dulu pernah ku sebut cita-cita. Masihkah harus kukejar atau kubiarkan saja dengan ikhlas tak tercapai?  Beberapa waktu yang lalu aku nonton film Korea berjudul Kim Ji-Young Born 1982. Waktu pemeran utamanya menangis, aku ikut nangis juga. Seolah-olah itu aku dengan ketidakwarasan yang berbeda.  Tapi aku salut dengan peran suaminya. Jaman sekarang sulit menemukan suami yang seperti itu.  Perlahan ku cuci muka, menyeduh kopi dan lalu membuka jendela. Mungkin hari ini aku akan menulis ulang tentang harapanku.