cerpen ganjil bagian satu

Wawawawawawawawawa. Saya senangggg sekali. Ini adalah tiga hari setelah saya memerjer dua blog saya menjadi satu agar lebih terurus. Konsekuensinya memang ada beberapa follower(cuma satu atau dua,seingat saya) yang hilang. Huhu,maaf teman-teman, ini kesalahan teknis, saya tidak memback-up link dulu dan main impor impor saja. Semoga kita berjumpa lagi di lain waktu. Huhuuuu,,,

Konsekuensi lain adalah tulisan-tulisan yang jadi bilingual. Hehe. But it's not a big problem, rite? Foreign language-nya hanya bahasa Inggris yang sudah jamak dipakai orang kok, bukan bahasa Tagalog atau apa...

Ohya, kali ini saya akan mem-post sebuah cerita pendek aneh yang berjudul aneh pula, bikinan saya dua tahun lalu, kurang lebih. Rencananya akan saya muat dalam beberapa bagian agar tidak memegalkan kepala pembaca (hah.kalimat apa ini)...

Ok, fasten your seatbelt, sediakan kantong untuk muntah and check it out,,

Lumpur Kentang Biyan

“Aku sudah nunggu satu jam tapi Kak Ucan gak datang, Tod”, airmataku hampir menitik. Kupandangi wadah kue berwarna pink muda transparan di tanganku. Lumpur kentang yang kubuat susah-payah tampak pucat, lembek, dan menyedihkan di dalamnya.

“Cuma ada dua kemungkinan. Dia hilang ingatan atau mati waktu mau ke sini.” Ekspresinya dingin tapi aku merasa hangat sangat menengadah memandangi wajahnya yang bersegi. Dia sendiri butuh dihibur tapi malah menghiburku. Aku tiba-tiba merasakan kehadiran Kak Ucan, bau parfumnya, debaran jantung dengan kombinasi aneh yang hanya terjadi saat ada dia. Aku menangis frustasi. Aku akan melemparkan kotak kueku ketika Toddy mengambilnya lalu memelukku erat-erat.

“Biar aku yang makan”, kata Toddy sambil menangkupkan tangannya di kepalaku seperti memegang anak kucing. Aku terisak semakin dalam.

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Toddy diare selama dua hari berturut-turut setelah menghabiskan lumpur kentang spesial buatanku. Berminggu-minggu ia tidak doyan memakan apapun yang sedikit mirip dengan kue lumpur. Dia tidak mau meminum jus mangga atau makan pisang bakar yang menurutnya berwarna seperti kue lumpur. Karena kekonyolan itu, aku hampir lupa dengan perasaanku yang carut-marut karena kepergian Kak Ucan dan janji yang dibatalkan secara sepihak olehnya. Aku juga diam-diam bersyukur karena yang merasakan hasil eksperimen gagalku bukan kak Ucan yang kupuja. Kalau benar-benar Kak Ucan yang menjadi korban, bisa-bisa aku sekamar dengan Melissa, kakak Toddy. Ups, tapi jangan sampai Toddy tahu pengandaian yang menyinggung hati ini.

“Pinter juga itu si Raushan, lari dari kue beracunmu. Hamsiong!”, Toddy memaki. Aku tertawa getir. Au revoir, kak Ucan.

-to.be.continued.as.soon.as.possible-

Wasting The Time (-_______-)##

Today i had an appointment to do the college task with my classmate. Couple days ago i said “let’s just meet in Sunday at 9 am”. He disagreed and chose Saturday at the same time. I’m so busy these entire week but i said ok. It’s because i thought he is quite good friend with me, we known for each other for almost three years. We took many classes together and we worked on the same student organization. I came at nine and he’s not there.

I sent him a message at ten but no reply. One hour later, he sent me message for just asking whether i bring laptop or not. I said of course, just come quick. It’s like he would never come. I waited till 1.30, but i just got the wind to chat with. Some minutes later, about few minutes to 2 pm, he sent me message that told me where was his position. On our organization room. Just that. I replied his message and he just said “did i do wrong?” Phew, what a great friend. Haha. I know maybe my anger is overwhelming. Maybe it’s just because i had so many tasks and i was becoming easy to mad at anything improper. Gosh,i had wasted my priceless time for an activity called “waiting”. Magnifique! I tried to do another task while waiting, but i just can’t focus on it. I’m so angry. I want to kick his head. I want to tear his body into pieces. Or whatelse sadistic. Or take him to the hospital, who knows he got the temporary amnesia. Well, i know i can’t do nothing except write down all my dissapointment on these window. Yeah,pretty satisfying. Haha. Hope he’ll burn out in hell, as**ole!

-august first,2010-

lovely rain on holiday monday morning :))

Bonjour, everyone....
It's raining on my hometown rite now. Not a big rain. Not a light, one. Just perfect.

I always love rain since i'm a litte girl. The furthest time i remember when i was about three or four years old. I was standing on the sofa behind the window in my grandma's old house starring the rain. I love the way raindrops fell as a clear ball then dropped to the ground,, i love the smell, too.

When i was 14, i like to imagine being one of Harry Potter's friend, sitting beside him in the train, it's raining outside, the mistyque green hills are sparkling and wet, and we're waiting for Hogwarts. Honestly, i still hope for that moment till now :)

Another thing again i like about raining is i can be so easily write(about anyting,junk to mellow to serious) down my thoughts.I often get new weird-yet-original idea for my random short story or the spirit to make up my blogs or doing my homework with a big smile. Grin. Grin...

Right now, i get the second one. After million years( yes, i always so that hyperbolics) i don't care about my blogs, i want to see them, give new clothes, and post some posts i forget in my laptop. Some are new, when some are from past time in my e-diary. Maybe that's all boring. But, force yourself to enjoy that. LOL