TWINKLE
Chapter 5
The issue has rapidly becoming popular again after several years of slow response. “97 men of AURA dedicating seconds of their lives protecting your skin” has got a new challenge. This time really does take seconds of their lives. They were isolated in an all-there laboratory—squeezing all they got in their brain for drops of liquid protecting the world’s skin.
Around 93.312.000 seconds of the men of AURA were sacrificed in return of bottles of magic liquid and a genie for each scientist to grant their own and their family’s wishes. Everything was perfect. AURA was completely ready to be nunmber one again.
But wait, ...if AURA had to be number one again, this time should be forever. The thought came up from a 13-year-old boy named Richard. He happened to be one of the luckiest children in the world for being the son of the owner of AURA.
This boy is loaded with fresh ideas that can be scarry sometimes. Well,...most of the time. When he was ten years old, He wrote a story about two best friends who were desperately going to commit suicide for all the problems they had in their lives. They chose to free-fall from the thirteenth floor (what a number) of an unfinished construction. There they sat hanging loose, cried all night realizing their mistakes. Anyway they decided not to commit suicide and lived on till the end. However, when they stood up, somehow they tripped on each other and flew to the bottom of the building.
-Je-
The issue has rapidly becoming popular again after several years of slow response. “97 men of AURA dedicating seconds of their lives protecting your skin” has got a new challenge. This time really does take seconds of their lives. They were isolated in an all-there laboratory—squeezing all they got in their brain for drops of liquid protecting the world’s skin.
Around 93.312.000 seconds of the men of AURA were sacrificed in return of bottles of magic liquid and a genie for each scientist to grant their own and their family’s wishes. Everything was perfect. AURA was completely ready to be nunmber one again.
But wait, ...if AURA had to be number one again, this time should be forever. The thought came up from a 13-year-old boy named Richard. He happened to be one of the luckiest children in the world for being the son of the owner of AURA.
This boy is loaded with fresh ideas that can be scarry sometimes. Well,...most of the time. When he was ten years old, He wrote a story about two best friends who were desperately going to commit suicide for all the problems they had in their lives. They chose to free-fall from the thirteenth floor (what a number) of an unfinished construction. There they sat hanging loose, cried all night realizing their mistakes. Anyway they decided not to commit suicide and lived on till the end. However, when they stood up, somehow they tripped on each other and flew to the bottom of the building.
-Je-
TWINKLE
CHAPTER 4
The issue has rapidly becoming popular again after several years of slow response. “97 men of AURA dedicating seconds of their lives protecting your skin” has got a new challenge. This time really does take seconds of their lives. They were isolated in an all-there laboratory—squeezing all they got in their brain for drops of liquid protecting the world’s skin.
Around 93.312.000 seconds of the men of AURA were sacrificed in return of bottles of magic liquid and a genie for each scientist to grant their own and their family’s wishes. Everything was perfect. AURA was completely ready to be nunmber one again.
But wait, ...if AURA had to be number one again, this time should be forever. The thought came up from a 13-year-old boy named Richard. He happened to be one of the luckiest children in the world for being the son of the owner of AURA.
This boy is loaded with fresh ideas that can be scarry sometimes. Well,...most of the time. When he was ten years old, He wrote a story about two best friends who were desperately going to commit suicide for all the problems they had in their lives. They chose to free-fall from the thirteenth floor (what a number) of an unfinished construction. There they sat hanging loose, cried all night realizing their mistakes. Anyway they decided not to commit suicide and lived on till the end. However, when they stood up, somehow they tripped on each other and flew to the bottom of the building.
-Je-
The issue has rapidly becoming popular again after several years of slow response. “97 men of AURA dedicating seconds of their lives protecting your skin” has got a new challenge. This time really does take seconds of their lives. They were isolated in an all-there laboratory—squeezing all they got in their brain for drops of liquid protecting the world’s skin.
Around 93.312.000 seconds of the men of AURA were sacrificed in return of bottles of magic liquid and a genie for each scientist to grant their own and their family’s wishes. Everything was perfect. AURA was completely ready to be nunmber one again.
But wait, ...if AURA had to be number one again, this time should be forever. The thought came up from a 13-year-old boy named Richard. He happened to be one of the luckiest children in the world for being the son of the owner of AURA.
This boy is loaded with fresh ideas that can be scarry sometimes. Well,...most of the time. When he was ten years old, He wrote a story about two best friends who were desperately going to commit suicide for all the problems they had in their lives. They chose to free-fall from the thirteenth floor (what a number) of an unfinished construction. There they sat hanging loose, cried all night realizing their mistakes. Anyway they decided not to commit suicide and lived on till the end. However, when they stood up, somehow they tripped on each other and flew to the bottom of the building.
-Je-
TWINKLE
CHAPTER 3
Revlon and L’oreal were so like last year. They could not keep up with what was going on with the world. The 97 scientists were the “wow” now. Twenty of them were the ones stealing from Joe. They kept being on top at all costs. However, it is still a team work. AURA had their own journalism—spreading necessary news and information about a product for a certain condition of nature and sometimes, just sometimes, they write about a certain condition of of nature and later come up with just the right solution in form of a product for about six month after the issue.
These things continue. Issues come and go until one that did but not from AURA. It is an old-fashioned problem getting hundred more times threatening. It is the unfriendliness of our ozone.
-Je-
Revlon and L’oreal were so like last year. They could not keep up with what was going on with the world. The 97 scientists were the “wow” now. Twenty of them were the ones stealing from Joe. They kept being on top at all costs. However, it is still a team work. AURA had their own journalism—spreading necessary news and information about a product for a certain condition of nature and sometimes, just sometimes, they write about a certain condition of of nature and later come up with just the right solution in form of a product for about six month after the issue.
These things continue. Issues come and go until one that did but not from AURA. It is an old-fashioned problem getting hundred more times threatening. It is the unfriendliness of our ozone.
-Je-
LOREM IPSUM
Pernah nggak sih penasaran kenapa kalo ada contoh template sebuah produk website biasanya ada tulisan LOREM IPOSUM (lihat contoh gambar di atas--Je).
Gw penasaran banget soal LORUM IPSUM itu. So, gw google deh. Ternyata, banyak orang yang nganggep kalo frasi itu cuma sekumpulan huruf yang nggak ada artinya. Berhubung uda terkenal, akhirnya mereka pada pake jadi sample text di template sebuh produk baik itu online atau offline.
Tapi apa ya bener kalo LOREM IPOSUM itu gak ada artinya? Ehm,..ehm,...kenalan dulu sama Prof. Richard McClintok ya. Dia itu orang Latin (mesti tulisan latinnya bagus. hihihihi. dia tu yang uda gak makan tiga hari tiga malem, gak mandi juga, gak bersih-bersih (kok gw jadi tersinggung ya?) buat cari2 fakta soal LORUM IPSUM itu. Tepuk tangan dulu, anak-anak! Plok Plok Plok. Baguuuus. Lanjut! Dia akhirnya berhasil nemuin dari mana LORUM IPSUM pertama kali muncul. Ternyata, kata2 itu ditulis oleh Bapak Marcus Tullius Cicero. Bapak kita yang satu ini adalah seorang ORATOR dan NEGARAWAN (ya iyaaaaaaaaa lah. masak NEGARAWATI) Romawi Kuno. Saking kunonya, dia uda meninggal! Tragisnya, dia dibunuh! (gaya presenter infotainment: para pemirsa, Marcus Tullius Cicero ditemukan meninggal di rumahnya dengan beberapa luka tusuk di bagian dada, perut dan kakiny. Apakah yang sebenarnya terjadi?---Gw bo'ong, permirsa.)May he rest in peace, deh.
Nih, ada link dari wikipedia yang isinya teks ASLI dari karya Cicero. Isinya bagus banget. Filosofis gitu, deh. Jadi kalo yang gak suka or gak bisa mikir, gak perlu repot2 klik. Tapi buat yang mau banget tau, bisa click disini. CLICK DEH!
Well,...pelajaran moral hari ini adalah,...cobain deh ciptain sesuatu yang bisa bertahan lama kayak Pak Cicero sama LOREM IPSUM nya. Udah dulu, ya. Gw mau ngopi dulu. Goodluck! :)
TWINKLE
Chapter 2
Joe had the most incredible presentation of his lifetime. It was in front of a team of twenty scientists and dermatologists. They shook their head but went on with the research themselves. It was an intellectual crime.
The scientist processed the research more detailed and had Joe’s presesentation of their lifetime. They heard applause accross the room. AURA, once again, ruled the world of beauty.
This opportunity was used widely by the twenty criminals conducting a lot further research on it. Seventy-seven other members made up the team. “97 men of AURA dedicating seconds of their lives protecting your skin.” The tagline was all over the world.
Joe could not escape from it. He was furious knowing that there was not any single way out that his brilliant mind could think of. He was dead inside. And he was wanted dead on one side or the other. He escaped. And “Joe” is no one.
-Je-
Joe had the most incredible presentation of his lifetime. It was in front of a team of twenty scientists and dermatologists. They shook their head but went on with the research themselves. It was an intellectual crime.
The scientist processed the research more detailed and had Joe’s presesentation of their lifetime. They heard applause accross the room. AURA, once again, ruled the world of beauty.
This opportunity was used widely by the twenty criminals conducting a lot further research on it. Seventy-seven other members made up the team. “97 men of AURA dedicating seconds of their lives protecting your skin.” The tagline was all over the world.
Joe could not escape from it. He was furious knowing that there was not any single way out that his brilliant mind could think of. He was dead inside. And he was wanted dead on one side or the other. He escaped. And “Joe” is no one.
-Je-
TWINKLE
Chapter 1
This is the face of the future. We owed our lives to the 97 scientists perfecting the substance to protect our existence…TWINKLE.
Here is a glance at the past. First time ever invented, twinkle protected our skin from the enormous heat of the sun and UV. It was a beauty product in the form of lotion. They called it TWINKLE Sun and UV lotion. One of the famous models of the 90s was chosen as one of the participants of “SURVIVOR”—a popular TV reality show. The show went famous as it got that everyone got addicted to it. The everyone included a mad scientist called Joe. A mad man as he was as well as intelligent, he once formulated the modern version of an old-fashioned drug called marijuana. He did it in the name of revenge since no beauty company wanted to hire him...obviously.
This Joe something scientist was following the series. He paid close detailed attention to this one particular participant rubbing her skin with Twinkle Sun and UV lotion. He noticed that the skin of the model was always looking good even if under the sun for long period of hours roaming jungles and wild nature. He began a research on the product in the name of stupid curiosity and devoted love of the model. The research showed him nothing. He jumped into a conclusion that it is the model’s gift to have such a skin.
The great love of the scientist for the model led him into perfecting the formula independently. To the cosmetics company, he was so ready with the proposal and confidence and proof and presentation but not his destiny.
to be continued...
-Je-
This is the face of the future. We owed our lives to the 97 scientists perfecting the substance to protect our existence…TWINKLE.
Here is a glance at the past. First time ever invented, twinkle protected our skin from the enormous heat of the sun and UV. It was a beauty product in the form of lotion. They called it TWINKLE Sun and UV lotion. One of the famous models of the 90s was chosen as one of the participants of “SURVIVOR”—a popular TV reality show. The show went famous as it got that everyone got addicted to it. The everyone included a mad scientist called Joe. A mad man as he was as well as intelligent, he once formulated the modern version of an old-fashioned drug called marijuana. He did it in the name of revenge since no beauty company wanted to hire him...obviously.
This Joe something scientist was following the series. He paid close detailed attention to this one particular participant rubbing her skin with Twinkle Sun and UV lotion. He noticed that the skin of the model was always looking good even if under the sun for long period of hours roaming jungles and wild nature. He began a research on the product in the name of stupid curiosity and devoted love of the model. The research showed him nothing. He jumped into a conclusion that it is the model’s gift to have such a skin.
The great love of the scientist for the model led him into perfecting the formula independently. To the cosmetics company, he was so ready with the proposal and confidence and proof and presentation but not his destiny.
to be continued...
-Je-
One Moment
“What are you really looking for in a partner?”
“Standard banget ya pertanyaannya. Hehehe.” Desi tertawa kecil malu-malu.
“Jawabannya juga standard kok. Gua gak cari yang macem-macem. Uda telat juga kali ya.” Desi tertawa lagi.
“Kayak di iklan-iklan itu lah. Gua gak nyari cowok. Gua cari seorang L-E-L-A-K-I.” Desi dan Ricky tertawa terbahak-bahak.
“Trus, trus?” Mata Ricky memancarkan rasa penasaran bermega mega hertz ke mata Desi.
“Mmm...” Desi memainkan sendok di dalam gelas yang berisi iced lemon tea-nya. Diteruskannya jawaban yang tadi dia mulai dengan mengganti kata “gua” dengan “aku”.
“Aku suka lelaki yang kokoh secara fisik. Tau kan maksudnya. Yang bisa bikin aku mmm...kayak uda gak mau apa-apa lagi kecuali dipeluk.” Tawa genit Desi berpadu dengan senyum Ricky yang menemani matanya yang berklilat-kilat.
“Fisik buat aku penting. Aku nggak mau munafik kalo bilang fisik nggak penting. Tapi itu bukan berarti aku terlalu ke fisik, loh. Aku tau aku sendiri nggak sempurna.”
“Siapa bilang?” Senyum itu tidak berhenti dari bibir Rocky. Hal itu membuat Desi terinsipirasi untuk menyebutkan kritera berikutnya.
“Senyum yang bikin aku ngerasa seneng nerimanya tapi sekaligus takut buat kehilangan juga bisa bikin aku jatuh.”
“Oia?”
“Iya. Senyum itu bisa berkata banyak buat aku. Bukan cuma mata.”
“Serius?”
“Iiiiya. Mau tau senyum kamu itu kayak gimana?”
“Gimana emang?”
“Mmm...senyum kamu itu bilang ke aku kalo kamu itu orangnya tanggung jawab.”
“Dari mananya?” Ekspresi Ricky berubah seperti orang yang salah tingkah dipuji dengan aneh seperti itu.
“Bagian bawah bibir kamu sebenarnya yang nunjukin hal itu.”
“Maksudnya? Cepetan deh. Jadi penasaran,ni.” Ricky membenarkan caranya duduk dan sekarang badannya sedikit maju dengan siku kanannya di meja dan jari-jarinya menyangga kepalanya. Tiga jari dari tangan kanannya tersembunyi di bawah leher. Ibu jarinya mengelus-elus jambang tipisnya. Sementara ujung jari telunjuknya berakhir di pipi kiri.
“Bibir bawah nggak lari gitu aja ninggalin bibir atas kamu, kan?”
Tawa mereka memenuhi cafe kecil itu. Mata Ricky sempat basah dengan air mata tangis gara-gara lelucon Desi.
“You are so funny.” Kalimat itu meluncur di tengah tawa Ricky yang akhirnya mereda juga.
“Do you like funny girls?”
“Everybody does!”
“Really?”
“Yup. Trus trus?”
Desi berdehem membersihkan kerongkongannya dari sisa tawa tadi. Dia melanjutkan pemujaannya terhadap laki-laki di depannya.
Ketika Desi mau melanjutkan kalimatnya, Ricky memperingatkannya:
“Serius nih, ya. Jangan dikerjain lagi gua. Hehehe. I like listening to you, you know.”
“Ok. Serius nih.” Desi merebahkan punggungnya di sofa. Dia membenarkan posisi badannya untuk lebih relax. Diambilnya gelas iced lemon tea yang tadi di meja. Diaduknya pelan-pelan minuman itu.
“You know what I really want in a man?”
Tanpa menunggu jawaban Ricky, Desi menjawab sendiri pertanyaan itu dengan kepala menunduk memandang kekacauan yang dia timbulkan di gelas yang dia pegang.
“In the end of the day, a woman like me just wants a man to be by her side in a balcony of her place. Sitting next to her in silence for a moment. Together with her thinking the same things. Cursing the cruel world for whatever it has done to her. Asking her what was wrong that day. Offering a caress from the top of her head till the end of her hair. Telling her that it’s just her turn to have such a day. Making her sure that tomorrow would be better. And telling her that tomorrow is not any better than that day, he will still be in the same balcony and make sure that the perfect lover scene they are having will repeat itself.”
Diam. Sunyi. Tenang.
“Boleh ganggu?”
Ricky menoleh ke arah suara laki-laki yang ditunggunya dari tadi.
“Eh,...dateng juga. Em,...kenalin ini Desi, temen gua. Ini Adrian.”
Desi dan Adrian berjabatan tangan dan saling menyebutkan nama.
Setelah basa-basi yang tidak perlu, Ricky bermaksud berdiri untuk ke kamar kecil
“Lo berdua ngobrol dulu, ya. Gua mau ke toilet.”
“EH, gw juga deh.”
“Desi?”
“Gakpapa kan ditinggal sendiri sebentar?” Tanya Adrian.
“Nggak papa. Uda gede, kok.” Jawab Desi sambil ketawa. Lalu dai menambahkan:
“Met lomba ya. May the best man win.” Kemudian ketiganya tertawa. Ricky dan Adrian meninggalkan Desi di mejanya.
“Gua suka! Suka banget. Thanks ya. Kira-kira dia suka gua gak ya?”
“Lupain aja deh kalo soal urusan serius.”
“Maksud lo?” Adrian memasang tampang bingung setelah berhenti mencuci wajahnya.
“A possessive drama quees. Dia tadi cerita soal mantannya. Dia bilang dai belum pernah cerita ke orang lain sebelumnya.”
“Mang cerita apa dia?”
“Dia pernah ngebakar semua baju-baju yang mantan cowoknya beliin waktu si cowok mutusin dia.”
“Wajar kale. Emosi.”
“Oia? Lo maniac makanan Jepang kan? Jangan pernah lo harap bisa nge-date ma dia ke restoran Jepang favorit lo itu.”
“Napa emang?”
“Mantannya suka banget makanan Jepang. Dia uda sumpah,..pocong mungkin...buat nggak pernah lagi makan di restoran Jepang manapun.”
“Sampe segitunya?”
“Yup. Yuk balik.”
Mereka berdua keluar toilet dan kembali ke meja. Percakapan berlangsung beberapa menit dan kemudian Adrian pamit dengan alasan ada janji lain. Ketiganya bersamalan dan Adrian pergi.
Beberapa saat setelah itu Ricky menerima SMS dan membacanya. Ternyata pesan singkat itu dari Adrian:
“Tnx for trying anw. Jangan kapok ngenalin gua lagi ke tmn2 ce lo ya ”
Ricky memasukkan hapenya dan setelah itu yang ada di pikirannya adalah Desi dan begitu pula sebaliknya.
“Sampai dimana kita tadi sebelum Adrian dateng?” Tanya Desi ke Ricky.
“Sampe di balcony and making a history.”
Ricky tersenyum....senyum yang bertanggung jawab.
-Je-
“Standard banget ya pertanyaannya. Hehehe.” Desi tertawa kecil malu-malu.
“Jawabannya juga standard kok. Gua gak cari yang macem-macem. Uda telat juga kali ya.” Desi tertawa lagi.
“Kayak di iklan-iklan itu lah. Gua gak nyari cowok. Gua cari seorang L-E-L-A-K-I.” Desi dan Ricky tertawa terbahak-bahak.
“Trus, trus?” Mata Ricky memancarkan rasa penasaran bermega mega hertz ke mata Desi.
“Mmm...” Desi memainkan sendok di dalam gelas yang berisi iced lemon tea-nya. Diteruskannya jawaban yang tadi dia mulai dengan mengganti kata “gua” dengan “aku”.
“Aku suka lelaki yang kokoh secara fisik. Tau kan maksudnya. Yang bisa bikin aku mmm...kayak uda gak mau apa-apa lagi kecuali dipeluk.” Tawa genit Desi berpadu dengan senyum Ricky yang menemani matanya yang berklilat-kilat.
“Fisik buat aku penting. Aku nggak mau munafik kalo bilang fisik nggak penting. Tapi itu bukan berarti aku terlalu ke fisik, loh. Aku tau aku sendiri nggak sempurna.”
“Siapa bilang?” Senyum itu tidak berhenti dari bibir Rocky. Hal itu membuat Desi terinsipirasi untuk menyebutkan kritera berikutnya.
“Senyum yang bikin aku ngerasa seneng nerimanya tapi sekaligus takut buat kehilangan juga bisa bikin aku jatuh.”
“Oia?”
“Iya. Senyum itu bisa berkata banyak buat aku. Bukan cuma mata.”
“Serius?”
“Iiiiya. Mau tau senyum kamu itu kayak gimana?”
“Gimana emang?”
“Mmm...senyum kamu itu bilang ke aku kalo kamu itu orangnya tanggung jawab.”
“Dari mananya?” Ekspresi Ricky berubah seperti orang yang salah tingkah dipuji dengan aneh seperti itu.
“Bagian bawah bibir kamu sebenarnya yang nunjukin hal itu.”
“Maksudnya? Cepetan deh. Jadi penasaran,ni.” Ricky membenarkan caranya duduk dan sekarang badannya sedikit maju dengan siku kanannya di meja dan jari-jarinya menyangga kepalanya. Tiga jari dari tangan kanannya tersembunyi di bawah leher. Ibu jarinya mengelus-elus jambang tipisnya. Sementara ujung jari telunjuknya berakhir di pipi kiri.
“Bibir bawah nggak lari gitu aja ninggalin bibir atas kamu, kan?”
Tawa mereka memenuhi cafe kecil itu. Mata Ricky sempat basah dengan air mata tangis gara-gara lelucon Desi.
“You are so funny.” Kalimat itu meluncur di tengah tawa Ricky yang akhirnya mereda juga.
“Do you like funny girls?”
“Everybody does!”
“Really?”
“Yup. Trus trus?”
Desi berdehem membersihkan kerongkongannya dari sisa tawa tadi. Dia melanjutkan pemujaannya terhadap laki-laki di depannya.
Ketika Desi mau melanjutkan kalimatnya, Ricky memperingatkannya:
“Serius nih, ya. Jangan dikerjain lagi gua. Hehehe. I like listening to you, you know.”
“Ok. Serius nih.” Desi merebahkan punggungnya di sofa. Dia membenarkan posisi badannya untuk lebih relax. Diambilnya gelas iced lemon tea yang tadi di meja. Diaduknya pelan-pelan minuman itu.
“You know what I really want in a man?”
Tanpa menunggu jawaban Ricky, Desi menjawab sendiri pertanyaan itu dengan kepala menunduk memandang kekacauan yang dia timbulkan di gelas yang dia pegang.
“In the end of the day, a woman like me just wants a man to be by her side in a balcony of her place. Sitting next to her in silence for a moment. Together with her thinking the same things. Cursing the cruel world for whatever it has done to her. Asking her what was wrong that day. Offering a caress from the top of her head till the end of her hair. Telling her that it’s just her turn to have such a day. Making her sure that tomorrow would be better. And telling her that tomorrow is not any better than that day, he will still be in the same balcony and make sure that the perfect lover scene they are having will repeat itself.”
Diam. Sunyi. Tenang.
“Boleh ganggu?”
Ricky menoleh ke arah suara laki-laki yang ditunggunya dari tadi.
“Eh,...dateng juga. Em,...kenalin ini Desi, temen gua. Ini Adrian.”
Desi dan Adrian berjabatan tangan dan saling menyebutkan nama.
Setelah basa-basi yang tidak perlu, Ricky bermaksud berdiri untuk ke kamar kecil
“Lo berdua ngobrol dulu, ya. Gua mau ke toilet.”
“EH, gw juga deh.”
“Desi?”
“Gakpapa kan ditinggal sendiri sebentar?” Tanya Adrian.
“Nggak papa. Uda gede, kok.” Jawab Desi sambil ketawa. Lalu dai menambahkan:
“Met lomba ya. May the best man win.” Kemudian ketiganya tertawa. Ricky dan Adrian meninggalkan Desi di mejanya.
“Gua suka! Suka banget. Thanks ya. Kira-kira dia suka gua gak ya?”
“Lupain aja deh kalo soal urusan serius.”
“Maksud lo?” Adrian memasang tampang bingung setelah berhenti mencuci wajahnya.
“A possessive drama quees. Dia tadi cerita soal mantannya. Dia bilang dai belum pernah cerita ke orang lain sebelumnya.”
“Mang cerita apa dia?”
“Dia pernah ngebakar semua baju-baju yang mantan cowoknya beliin waktu si cowok mutusin dia.”
“Wajar kale. Emosi.”
“Oia? Lo maniac makanan Jepang kan? Jangan pernah lo harap bisa nge-date ma dia ke restoran Jepang favorit lo itu.”
“Napa emang?”
“Mantannya suka banget makanan Jepang. Dia uda sumpah,..pocong mungkin...buat nggak pernah lagi makan di restoran Jepang manapun.”
“Sampe segitunya?”
“Yup. Yuk balik.”
Mereka berdua keluar toilet dan kembali ke meja. Percakapan berlangsung beberapa menit dan kemudian Adrian pamit dengan alasan ada janji lain. Ketiganya bersamalan dan Adrian pergi.
Beberapa saat setelah itu Ricky menerima SMS dan membacanya. Ternyata pesan singkat itu dari Adrian:
“Tnx for trying anw. Jangan kapok ngenalin gua lagi ke tmn2 ce lo ya ”
Ricky memasukkan hapenya dan setelah itu yang ada di pikirannya adalah Desi dan begitu pula sebaliknya.
“Sampai dimana kita tadi sebelum Adrian dateng?” Tanya Desi ke Ricky.
“Sampe di balcony and making a history.”
Ricky tersenyum....senyum yang bertanggung jawab.
-Je-
a conversation
J dan S sedang berbincang2 santai.
J: (menunjuk salah satu orang yang disapa S) Sapa tuh, pak?
S: Pak B. Itu orang hebat. Orang yang gigih kerja.
J: Maksudnya?
S: Ya, itu bapak kan dulu mulai dari bawah banget, tuh. Dari janitor sampe sekarang uda jadi kepala administrasi di cabang G. Hebat kan?
J: Iya, pak. Hebat banget, yah.
S: Banyak loh yang di kantor kita yang kayak gitu. Ada Ibu T dulu.... (dan si S membeberkan beberapa nama yang sekarang sudah mempunyai posisi di perusahaan kami walaupun mereka memulai karir dari bawah sekali.) Tapi ya itu, mas.
J: Itu apa?
S: Kerjaan bidang mereka kan ya yang itu-itu aja. Apa namanya tu?
J: Namanya apa?
S: Istilahnya kalo kerjanya gitu-gituuu aja. Oia, MONONTON.
J segera buru-buru mengakhiri percakapan tersebut dan berlari meninggalkan si S untuk tertawa seterbahak-bahaknya.
J: (dalam hati) Mo nonton apa, pak?
J: (menunjuk salah satu orang yang disapa S) Sapa tuh, pak?
S: Pak B. Itu orang hebat. Orang yang gigih kerja.
J: Maksudnya?
S: Ya, itu bapak kan dulu mulai dari bawah banget, tuh. Dari janitor sampe sekarang uda jadi kepala administrasi di cabang G. Hebat kan?
J: Iya, pak. Hebat banget, yah.
S: Banyak loh yang di kantor kita yang kayak gitu. Ada Ibu T dulu.... (dan si S membeberkan beberapa nama yang sekarang sudah mempunyai posisi di perusahaan kami walaupun mereka memulai karir dari bawah sekali.) Tapi ya itu, mas.
J: Itu apa?
S: Kerjaan bidang mereka kan ya yang itu-itu aja. Apa namanya tu?
J: Namanya apa?
S: Istilahnya kalo kerjanya gitu-gituuu aja. Oia, MONONTON.
J segera buru-buru mengakhiri percakapan tersebut dan berlari meninggalkan si S untuk tertawa seterbahak-bahaknya.
J: (dalam hati) Mo nonton apa, pak?
Appearance matters!
Sumpah deh gw rada capek gonta-ganti layout blog (sebenarnya yang lebih capek si mariskova sih. hihihihi). The problem is,..serasa g ada yang pas sama selera gw. Gw tau harusnya gw milih belajar HTML kayak si GRAY. Tapi secara gw ngerasa gw dilahirkan bukan untuk mengabdi pada angka dan kerumitan logika, akhirnya gw nyerah juga. Well,...at least gw uda bisa ngebantu MARISKOVA untuk dapet pahala gara2 nolongin gw. I guess there IS a silver lining in every cloud :).
My deepest gratitude to MARISKOVA :)
My deepest gratitude to MARISKOVA :)
Minutes of Meeting: Definition of Love
In a meeting room.
A: So, is everyone ready?
B, J, C, D: Yes!
A: Good. Our first agenda is to define love. I will start. I think love is a feeling that drives us till the end. It pushes us way off our limit to do many crazy, sweet as well as stupid things.
C: I disagree. Your definition seems to underestimate human brain. If we do crazy, sweet and stupid things, meaning we do not use our brain, right?
A: Right! That is fair I think. Isn't love about our feelings? The organ functioning under love's control is our heart, right? Not our brain!
C: But look at our anatomy. The location of our heart is not far from our brain. Chest and head, right? So, there's gotta be some logical explanation that brain can propose in regards to how we feel. What do you think, B?
B: Well, as a love practitioner, I would say that I agree with A. Every time I was in love, I always do things which I regret after I broke up.
A: Exactly!!! Here is how our ideas are related to one and another. You see, when two people are in love, the energy from the hearts between them seem to flow in the same wave length. It is so strong that it blocks other current of energy--the one from our brain. The wave length is cut as soon as the two persons broke up. And that is when our brain takes back the control. That is when we realize that we were doing crazy, sweet and also stupid things.
C: Why underestimating our brains? Aren't we still humans? Are you saying that when we are in love we turn to animals--creatures without brains? Love is not a good thing, then.
B: Love is!!!! This world we are living in exists because of love. We live in harmony with each other because of love.
C: So our brain does not tell us to keep the order of the society we are living in? Our brains are in the silent mode, now?
A: This is all so chaotic. J, what do you think about it? Why are you so silent?
J: (Clearing out throat) Well, if it all were up to me, why bother defining love? I would just live it!
PS: D is the typist :)
A: So, is everyone ready?
B, J, C, D: Yes!
A: Good. Our first agenda is to define love. I will start. I think love is a feeling that drives us till the end. It pushes us way off our limit to do many crazy, sweet as well as stupid things.
C: I disagree. Your definition seems to underestimate human brain. If we do crazy, sweet and stupid things, meaning we do not use our brain, right?
A: Right! That is fair I think. Isn't love about our feelings? The organ functioning under love's control is our heart, right? Not our brain!
C: But look at our anatomy. The location of our heart is not far from our brain. Chest and head, right? So, there's gotta be some logical explanation that brain can propose in regards to how we feel. What do you think, B?
B: Well, as a love practitioner, I would say that I agree with A. Every time I was in love, I always do things which I regret after I broke up.
A: Exactly!!! Here is how our ideas are related to one and another. You see, when two people are in love, the energy from the hearts between them seem to flow in the same wave length. It is so strong that it blocks other current of energy--the one from our brain. The wave length is cut as soon as the two persons broke up. And that is when our brain takes back the control. That is when we realize that we were doing crazy, sweet and also stupid things.
C: Why underestimating our brains? Aren't we still humans? Are you saying that when we are in love we turn to animals--creatures without brains? Love is not a good thing, then.
B: Love is!!!! This world we are living in exists because of love. We live in harmony with each other because of love.
C: So our brain does not tell us to keep the order of the society we are living in? Our brains are in the silent mode, now?
A: This is all so chaotic. J, what do you think about it? Why are you so silent?
J: (Clearing out throat) Well, if it all were up to me, why bother defining love? I would just live it!
PS: D is the typist :)
INSPIRASI
Aku benci melihat layar putih di laptopku. Layar putih berarti writer’s block. Aku tidak boleh mengalami itu. Sama sekali tidak boleh. Apalagi sekarang. Seminggu sebelum penutupan lomba menulis cerpen yang sangat bergengsi yang aku ingin sekali ikuti. Apa yang harus aku lakukan?
Aku sudah tahu jawabannya. Aku harus mencari inspirasi. Beberapa penulis percaya bahwa hal yang satu itu datang dengan sendirinya. Aku berbeda pendapat dengan mereka. Bagiku, seperti semua hal di dunia ini, inspirasi adalah sesuatu hal yang harus kita usahakan! Aku akan membuktikan sekali lagi ke semua orang bahwa aku benar!
Aku mencoba mengamati sekelilingku. Aku sedang berada di sebuah cafe bersetting rumah kuno. Apa yang biasanya terjadi di rumah kuno jaman dulu? Yang ada di pikiranku sekarang adalah seorang bapak-bapak yang sedang duduk di kursi goyang sambil menghisap cerutu. Dari wajahnya terpancar pandangan puas akan hidup dan kehidupan. Bapak-bapak itu sudah mengalami segala macam jenis perasaan yang timbul dari segala macam peristiwa hidupnya. Semuanya peristiwa itu tergambar dari masing-masing kerutan di wajahnya. Di sekitar matanya kerutan-kerutan itu timbul dari lama dan seringnya dia mengagumi seseorangyang sangat dai cintai. Di bagian bibir, satu kerutan mewakili satu kebohongan yang dia ucapkan kepadanya. Bapak-bapak itu memang seorang pembohong besar. Lalu ada juga kerutan di bagian hidung. Yang ada disana mewakili..
Ah, cerita yang basi. Peristiwa apa yang bisa berkaitan dengan hidung? Aku mencoba memperhatikan hal-hal yang lain. Aku mendongakkan kepala karena aku merasakan pegal-pegal di sekitar urat leherku. Ketika aku melakukan itu, aku melihat dua pasang lampu yang bentuknya seperti lampu yang biasa dipasang di panggung konser. Bagaimana kalau aku menulis soal seorang bintang dalam dunia musik Indonesia? Aku membayangkan dia sedang berdiri di depan mikrophone dengan tuxedo hitam yang menutupi kemeja putih. Sinar lampu di panggung itu membuyar saat mendekati tubuhnya dan meninggalkan pantulan abu-abu di sekitar wajahnya yang lembut dan sayu. Tangannya meraih tiang mikrophone dan kemudian terdengarlah suara serak kombinasi rock dan jazz menyanyikan sebuah lagu tentang melakukan hal-hal yang mustahil untuk kekasih—atau mantan kekasih yang masih dicintainya yang tidak mungkin lagi dia miliki. Judul lagu yang dia nyanyikan sudah mewakili isinya—The First Man on Jupiter. Penampilannya memukau. Tetapi ada satu yang kurang. Kenapa walaupun memakai tuxedo dia tidak mengancingkan kemeja atasnya?
Aku memutuskan mengganti inspirasiku.
“Pasti ada satu inspirasi yang bisa kutulis menjadi sebuah cerita!” Kataku kepada diriku sendiri.
Mungkin sebaiknya aku makan blueberry cakeku dulu. Aku mengambil garpu kecil yang ada di sebelah kue itu di atas piring kecil. Caraku memegang alat itu seperti aku memegang pisau. Untuk apa orang menggunakan pisau? Aku menggeleng kepada diriku sendiri. Aku sudah pernah beberapa kali mencoba menulis soal pembunuhan dan aku tidak nyaman. Semua ceritaku memberiku satu bungkusan mimpi buruk. Bahkan beberapa menyertakan special editionnya.
Mungkin sebaiknya aku lupakan dulu cerita hari ini. Tapi bukannya aku kesini untuk menulis sebuah cerita pendekku? Dan menunggu Teddy tentunya. Aku melihat jam tangan yang aku lepas dan taruh di meja agar aku bisa mengetik dengan bebas. Sudah jam tujuh tiga puluh. Harusnya Teddy datang setengah jam yang lalu.
“Hey!” aku menoleh ke belakang dan melihat Teddy yang datang dengan napas terenggah-enggah.
“Telat ya gua? Maap.”
Masih berdiri, Teddy menyeruput air mineral dari sedotan di gelasku. Kemudian dia duduk dan berkata:
“Bentar ya ceritanya. Laper. Wihiii..blueberry.”
“Manis loh.” Kataku.
“Laper sih.”
Teddy mengambil garpuku dan memegangnya seolah-olah dia ingin menghabisi hidup seseorang. Lalu dai mendekatkan potongan blueberry cake itu ke mulutnya. Tanpa sengaja potongan kue itu jatuh ke bagian atas kemejanya yang kancing atasnya terbuka. Dia cuek saja dan mengambil potongan itu lalu memakannya sambil tertawa-tawa seperti anak kecil. Ketawa itu membuat beberapa kerutan di bagian mata dan bibirnya yang memperkuat kharismanya. Saat itu aku tahu benar huruf-huruf yang akan mengisi layar putih di laptopku.
-Je-
Aku sudah tahu jawabannya. Aku harus mencari inspirasi. Beberapa penulis percaya bahwa hal yang satu itu datang dengan sendirinya. Aku berbeda pendapat dengan mereka. Bagiku, seperti semua hal di dunia ini, inspirasi adalah sesuatu hal yang harus kita usahakan! Aku akan membuktikan sekali lagi ke semua orang bahwa aku benar!
Aku mencoba mengamati sekelilingku. Aku sedang berada di sebuah cafe bersetting rumah kuno. Apa yang biasanya terjadi di rumah kuno jaman dulu? Yang ada di pikiranku sekarang adalah seorang bapak-bapak yang sedang duduk di kursi goyang sambil menghisap cerutu. Dari wajahnya terpancar pandangan puas akan hidup dan kehidupan. Bapak-bapak itu sudah mengalami segala macam jenis perasaan yang timbul dari segala macam peristiwa hidupnya. Semuanya peristiwa itu tergambar dari masing-masing kerutan di wajahnya. Di sekitar matanya kerutan-kerutan itu timbul dari lama dan seringnya dia mengagumi seseorangyang sangat dai cintai. Di bagian bibir, satu kerutan mewakili satu kebohongan yang dia ucapkan kepadanya. Bapak-bapak itu memang seorang pembohong besar. Lalu ada juga kerutan di bagian hidung. Yang ada disana mewakili..
Ah, cerita yang basi. Peristiwa apa yang bisa berkaitan dengan hidung? Aku mencoba memperhatikan hal-hal yang lain. Aku mendongakkan kepala karena aku merasakan pegal-pegal di sekitar urat leherku. Ketika aku melakukan itu, aku melihat dua pasang lampu yang bentuknya seperti lampu yang biasa dipasang di panggung konser. Bagaimana kalau aku menulis soal seorang bintang dalam dunia musik Indonesia? Aku membayangkan dia sedang berdiri di depan mikrophone dengan tuxedo hitam yang menutupi kemeja putih. Sinar lampu di panggung itu membuyar saat mendekati tubuhnya dan meninggalkan pantulan abu-abu di sekitar wajahnya yang lembut dan sayu. Tangannya meraih tiang mikrophone dan kemudian terdengarlah suara serak kombinasi rock dan jazz menyanyikan sebuah lagu tentang melakukan hal-hal yang mustahil untuk kekasih—atau mantan kekasih yang masih dicintainya yang tidak mungkin lagi dia miliki. Judul lagu yang dia nyanyikan sudah mewakili isinya—The First Man on Jupiter. Penampilannya memukau. Tetapi ada satu yang kurang. Kenapa walaupun memakai tuxedo dia tidak mengancingkan kemeja atasnya?
Aku memutuskan mengganti inspirasiku.
“Pasti ada satu inspirasi yang bisa kutulis menjadi sebuah cerita!” Kataku kepada diriku sendiri.
Mungkin sebaiknya aku makan blueberry cakeku dulu. Aku mengambil garpu kecil yang ada di sebelah kue itu di atas piring kecil. Caraku memegang alat itu seperti aku memegang pisau. Untuk apa orang menggunakan pisau? Aku menggeleng kepada diriku sendiri. Aku sudah pernah beberapa kali mencoba menulis soal pembunuhan dan aku tidak nyaman. Semua ceritaku memberiku satu bungkusan mimpi buruk. Bahkan beberapa menyertakan special editionnya.
Mungkin sebaiknya aku lupakan dulu cerita hari ini. Tapi bukannya aku kesini untuk menulis sebuah cerita pendekku? Dan menunggu Teddy tentunya. Aku melihat jam tangan yang aku lepas dan taruh di meja agar aku bisa mengetik dengan bebas. Sudah jam tujuh tiga puluh. Harusnya Teddy datang setengah jam yang lalu.
“Hey!” aku menoleh ke belakang dan melihat Teddy yang datang dengan napas terenggah-enggah.
“Telat ya gua? Maap.”
Masih berdiri, Teddy menyeruput air mineral dari sedotan di gelasku. Kemudian dia duduk dan berkata:
“Bentar ya ceritanya. Laper. Wihiii..blueberry.”
“Manis loh.” Kataku.
“Laper sih.”
Teddy mengambil garpuku dan memegangnya seolah-olah dia ingin menghabisi hidup seseorang. Lalu dai mendekatkan potongan blueberry cake itu ke mulutnya. Tanpa sengaja potongan kue itu jatuh ke bagian atas kemejanya yang kancing atasnya terbuka. Dia cuek saja dan mengambil potongan itu lalu memakannya sambil tertawa-tawa seperti anak kecil. Ketawa itu membuat beberapa kerutan di bagian mata dan bibirnya yang memperkuat kharismanya. Saat itu aku tahu benar huruf-huruf yang akan mengisi layar putih di laptopku.
-Je-
