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Aku duduk di atap rumah, menatap langit sore yang mulai memerah. Pilu rasanya. Mengingat masa-masa itu hatiku sakit.
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The tip of her finger paused of tracing the words. Her heart refused to take a dash of air. ‘It smells awful’, she said. She couldn’t help but wonder whether the filthy breeze was assorted among the dusts, dirts and mold, or just originated from a stench of death at the corner of the room.
Again, I felt the same pulse.
It thumped me on the chest harder than ever, as if a swarm of timpanists were clashing the drums and fighting between themselves. I still ignored it until the ordinary beat became a frenetic, perpetual rhythm.
Pelukku menyambutmu dalam rindu, cintaku terangkai manis membentuk segenggam bunga. Namun kau semu, bersembunyi di balik bayang-bayang, menatapku dengan lucutan tanya yang merundung membentuk setumpuk kelabu. Kelabu yang tak mampu kubaca.
Throughout the sun, I was only able to see the cloud. They huddled together like a flock of woolly sheep, wavy but fluffy as marshmallows. Last night, I discovered the same cloud. They were unfolding like the muddy lake’s surface, with no ripples as if it were about to engulf anyone who crossed it. And the woman to my right did the same thing.