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CINTA ITU SEDERHANA

CINTA ITU SEDERHANA

(Ozy Shira_Jum’at, 30 Januari 2015_09.00 a.m)

Cinta itu tak sebatas keelokan bahasa,

Cinta juga tak sebatas kelembutan tutur kata,

Cinta tak sebatas kehalusan tegur sapa,

Cinta tak sebatas kata ‘cinta’

Tapi, cita itu sederhana,

Seperti kayu hendak melapuk,

Seperti es batu hendak melebur,

Seperti lilin hendak meleleh,

Seperti kapur barus hendak menyublim,

Seperti uap hendak menjadi embun,

Dan seperti makhluk hidup hendak mati,

Semuanya hanya tentang ‘waktu’

Cinta itu sederhana,

Seperti bayi hendak lahir,

Seperti padi hendak menguning,

Seperti buah hendak masak,

Seperti pohon kecil hendak tumbuh,

Semuanya hanya tentang ‘kemungkinan’,

Cinta itu sederhana,

Seperti ayam mengerami telurnya,

Seperti penguin jantan yang membawa telur diantara kedua kakinya,

Seperti ular hendak berganti kulit,

Seperti rembulan hendak menjadi purnama,

Seperti banjir hendak surut,

Seperti pakaian basah hendak mengering,

Seperti air hendak mendidih,

Semuanya hanya tentang ‘kesabaran’,

Cinta itu sederhana,

Seperti nyamuk yang meninggalkan telurnya di permukaan air,

Seperti lebah pekerja yang mati setelah 3 pekan,

Seperti sapi betina yang diperah susunya,

Seperti hewan kurban di hari raya idul adhha,

Seperti lalat yang hanya dipandang sebagai sumber penyakit,

Semuanya hanya tentang ‘keikhlasan’,

Cinta itu sederhana,

Seperti lebah membangun sarangnya,

Seperti laba-laba membuat perangkapnya,

Seperti semut menjaga kawananya,

Seperti nyamuk mencari mangsa dalam gelap,

Seperti unta yang hidup di gurun pasir,

Seperti kanguru mengantongi anaknya,

Semunya hanya tentang rasa syukur,

Cinta itu sederhana,

Sesederhana senyum yang menjadi sedekah.

FALL IN LOVE AT THE FIRST SIGHT

I know that you have ever fallen in love, maybe for boys or girls. However, have you ever fallen in love with ink?. Ink is dirty. Sometimes it makes you were ill feel. Its color makes our fingers seem offensive. But it is not for me, because, I have fallen in love with ink. Since the first I knew, I saw and I touched it. I have fallen in love, for painting, writing and expressing my feeling.

In the first meeting, I was painting, second meeting I was writing, third meeting I was expressing my feeling and the meeting will never ending. I believe that first will never die. When I can paint, I would like to take ink and make a painting. On the paper, on the wall, on the floor, moreover I made a painting on my hand, by writing pen, felt-tip marker, tint, and others kinds of ink. Of course, it occurred when I was child. Unpredictable painting that always made ill feel. Imagine if a beautiful and clean thing was worse after I made an action with ink.

Another function of ink is to write. I have ever said “Now I know my A, B, C and I will write perpetually”. I wrote “A” when I could write “A”, I wrote “B” when I could write “B”, and I wrote everything that I want to write. I wrote a letter, then I would write a word, then I wrote a sentence and then I could write an essay. I spent a paper, then two papers, three, four and many papers to write. Maybe I wasn’t a writer for you, but, I had been a writer for myself.

Painting and writing were just the little things that were made by ink. I wasn’t a painter and I wasn’t a writer. But, I could paint and write. I didn’t have the good painting for you, but I had the best painting for me. I didn’t have an interesting essay for you, but I had an important essay for me. I mean that I could paint and write for myself and I had been a painter and a writer for myself. So, I could express my feeling.

I had fallen in love with ink, since the first sight. Ink could make me paint, write, and express my feeling. Ink makes me absolutely life as a painter and a writer, especially for myself. When other people couldn’t hear my story, or they couldn’t spend their time for sharing each other, ink always with me. So, a dirty thing that sometimes made us ill feel wasn’t always worse. In fact, I’m still with ink in my life.

SPOOF

SHY

I was a girl. I had been being myope eyes and I had to use eyeglass to help my eyes seeing.  However, I didn’t like it. I was more comfort with my natural sight.

In a night, my father asked me to give some money to a neighbor, as a payment of something that I didn’t know. His name was Nawir and I often calling “Pak Nawir”. Without thinking for long time, I went to Pak Nawir’s house, but I didn’t use my eyeglass. In front of his house, I met Pak Nawir. Unfortunately, at that time, I didn’t see obviously, who the person was.  Therefore, I didn’t realize that he was Pak Nawir. I just walked ahead and accosted him.

Then, I walked to the door of his house. The door was opened and I saw some people there. They were his family. I knocked the door and I asked “Excuse me, there is Pak Nawir there? I want to meet him”. Suddenly, all of the people there laughed.  I just stood and confused. I didn’t know what was my freakish.

When I was still in my confusion, a woman, that was his wife said with keeping her laugh, “The person that you accosted him just now was Pak Nawir, Ozy”. With a shame feeling, I turned back my body and saw the man in front of his house. And I said with shame “he he…I’m sorry…”.