That question paid me a visit earlier today—upon asking myself what question I had at that moment. I posted the very same question on social media. The response I had from friends were: coffee, quietude, their bed, their apartment, water (it was still a Ramadhan fasting period), relief of headache, their mom and dad, nature, mom’s cooking, and peaceful mind.
Despite being deceivingly mundane, I appreciate my friends’ responses as honest expressions of longing. Basic, simple, light, and immediate; nothing long term, heavy, or complex. There was a need for relief and relaxation; a deeper wish than one might care to admit.
Laut senantiasa menawarkan obrolan menarik.
Untuk kesekian kali, aku duduk bersamamu. Untuk kesekian kalinya pula aku merasa, ah, jarak pertemuan kita selalu terlalu besar. Terlalu jarang kita bertemu. Rindu yang membasahi mata dan menggetarkan jiwa selalu melanda tiap kita jumpa. Baru terasa saat kembali kita bersentuhan. Continue reading
Pada suatu masa, hiduplah seorang ibu bernama Lumrah. Perawakan Bu Lumrah sedang; Tidak besar, tidak pula kecil. Agak sekel, kalau kata warga dusun. Ia dikenal sumringah, gesit, dan ringan tangan. Ibu Lumrah kerap tampak meluncur ke sana ke mari dengan baju lurik dan jariknya, tanpa alas kaki; menyapa ramah dan berbincang dengan warga. Kalau sedang tak berkeliling, Ibu Lumrah berdiam di rumahnya, seraya bebersih, mengurus ladang, atau menemani tamu yang mampir di warung teras rumahnya.
Ibu Lumrah tinggal di dusun Nengah – di dataran berhawa sejuk di pusat pulau, dikelilingi bongkahan gunung hijau menjulang megah. Warganya tidak terlalu banyak. Tapi mereka praktis memenuhi segala kebutuhannya, berkat kekayaan alam sekitar, kemampuan masing-masing warga, dan hidup saling memperhatikan dan salng bantu yang demikian mengakar di dusun itu. Continue reading
The traffic was rather easy that morning. I was on my way to buy some food to bring home. I stopped at the red light. The car on my right stopped, too, despite being on the lane for those who want to make a U-turn. The cars behind it honked repeatedly. It would not buldge. Another ordinary weekend morning in town.
I looked towards your direction, partly out of instinct, partly – truth be told – out of boredom. I had nothing else to do; and was a bit tired of conversing with myself.
So there you were. This tall, handsome tree tens of meters before me. My eyes would not move. It was as if you were looking back at me. Our gaze met. The connection was established.
“Yes?” I said, puzzled. “Yes?” you responded, with warmth in your tone. Continue reading