OBLIVION

This is another kind of galau story.

Stop reading if you think it’s ... yeak! Hoek.hoek.cih.

It starts when there’s a question; why scrolling on your phone made me like a nosy, a stalker, a thief, you named it.

Not fun anymore.

Not like when we first met. You gave me a lil’ surprise with that cute wallpaper.

Yeah.. that was really sweet you took then combined my photos became a wallpaper on your phone. 

But now ... last nite was hurt me so bad.

Her name. (Yes, i do really hate her. Even just read her name).

Why?

You became a Flash with your surprising super-speed-busy-hand just for deleting her name on your chat room. Right when i have seen her name hang on it first. A second before.

Then ... wushhh ... i couldn’t see anything.

Twice in a row.

You know that what you did is just waking up Hulk in mine.

Oh come on, i feel sick.

I told you that i hate her. For unknown reason. Even before you know her.

In normal situation, i think i could getting angry. Any woman deserves to be angry if their men act like you did. 

But i feel so obsessed with this relationship from the very beginning.

My goal is to reach the finish line together. Not only i or you. But we, together.

01.40 am

I couldn’t sleep. My curiosity is blooming over my head.

kaBoooM!!!

How did i become so obnoxious?

What is it with you that make me act like this?

I’ve never been this nasty ...

(Pink - Please Don't Leave Me) 

After all, 

"True love never run smooth"... rite?

Grow Stronger

“Learn what is yours, and what is not”

Pasti ada suatu masa disaat kita tidak bisa berpikir jernih dan merutuki keadaan. Apapun jadi terlihat buram dan samar-samar. Ingin semua berhenti, hilang.

Bagiku itulah Agustus dua ribu empat belas. Pengap rasanya seperti memasuki lorong sempit tak berujung. 

That time when ...

Semua yang menjadi milik orang lain ingin kumiliki. Semua yang terlihat bagus untuk orang lain ingin juga melekat bagus di diriku. Semua pintu yang terbuka untuk mereka, ingin juga kumasuki.

Nyatanya semua hanya teruntuk mereka,

Tanpa aku.

That time when ...

Hatinya harus kuketuk dengan keras, kusentuh lembut, tapi sesaknya terus membumbung.

Pertanyaan sama selalu muncul. Kenapa kita selalu tak bisa satu?.

That time when ...

Ia pergi, harapan terakhirku. Nenek kesayangan.

Orang yang paling aku harapkan hadir di hari pernikahanku. Setelah mereka pergi.

That time when ...

Their judgement hurts me.

And finally here i am, September was coming.

Allah itu ada. Setelah awan mendung tersingkap, mentari itu terik.

Kita cuma butuh mengalirkan semua yang terbendung.

Membebaskan semua yang terkekang.