Kata orang, kalau lagi sepi kau punya banyak waktu untuk berpikir. Entah untuk hidupmu sendiri atau untuk hal-hal lain yang belum selesai. Penyesalan Bulan Juni belum juga selesai kutulis. Hanya jadi penanda semata dalam kalender tanpa makna. Juni menyisakan terlalu banyak kata.
Aku masih belum mau memejamkan mata. Usai hujan yang turun sore ini di suatu kota yang tidak pernah sepi. Diantara citra landsat dan keheningan malam. Diantara lengkingan Lea Simanjuntak dan kegalauan Sophia Latjuba. Maka, ketika malam ini tak berwarna dan anginnya pun tidak karuan, aku menulis surat. Tertuju pada seseorang, yang (seharusnya) jadi bagian cerita di Bulan Juni itu.
Dear Celline,
I know that it might be hard for me to write all these memories behind. It’s been a year now. But, I can still remind the moments we had work together. You’ve spent a week in the Library. Yeah, sounds good to me and it might felt like hell to you. Well, you clearly known that I mustn’t go far with this memoir. You know my English. Just to remembering you. The one I always admiring.
Well, since that day you left, I’m all alone like I used to. I used to play all the songs that still reminding me to that week. To all those books you’ve placed. Every mandarin’s words you’ve read it for me. As conclusion, I’ve spent an unforgettable week along with you. I still remind your face while you were covering those books. Maybe there were some annoying sounds from the speaker when I asked you to play all the songs about my graduation day.
Did I missing something from you? Well, I have one. I still don’t know about the look in your face. Your smile was blown away by the air when I asked you about the Tiananmen Massacre-TIME magazine’s headline. I thought you’re just too young to understand the circumstances behind the political intrigue inside. But later, on the day we’ll meet again, I’ll ask the same question. I don’t want to see any objection. Hope you don’t mind.
Warm smile,
Librarian
Aku masih belum mau memejamkan mata. Usai hujan yang turun sore ini di suatu kota yang tidak pernah sepi. Diantara citra landsat dan keheningan malam. Diantara lengkingan Lea Simanjuntak dan kegalauan Sophia Latjuba. Maka, ketika malam ini tak berwarna dan anginnya pun tidak karuan, aku menulis surat. Tertuju pada seseorang, yang (seharusnya) jadi bagian cerita di Bulan Juni itu.
Dear Celline,
I know that it might be hard for me to write all these memories behind. It’s been a year now. But, I can still remind the moments we had work together. You’ve spent a week in the Library. Yeah, sounds good to me and it might felt like hell to you. Well, you clearly known that I mustn’t go far with this memoir. You know my English. Just to remembering you. The one I always admiring.
Well, since that day you left, I’m all alone like I used to. I used to play all the songs that still reminding me to that week. To all those books you’ve placed. Every mandarin’s words you’ve read it for me. As conclusion, I’ve spent an unforgettable week along with you. I still remind your face while you were covering those books. Maybe there were some annoying sounds from the speaker when I asked you to play all the songs about my graduation day.
Did I missing something from you? Well, I have one. I still don’t know about the look in your face. Your smile was blown away by the air when I asked you about the Tiananmen Massacre-TIME magazine’s headline. I thought you’re just too young to understand the circumstances behind the political intrigue inside. But later, on the day we’ll meet again, I’ll ask the same question. I don’t want to see any objection. Hope you don’t mind.
Warm smile,
Librarian
Paninggilan, 16 Juli 2010. 01.27
*dengan ingatan menjelang Summer Break 2009 di Kelapa Gading
*dengan ingatan menjelang Summer Break 2009 di Kelapa Gading
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