Raka Tells Stories

Everyone has stories

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The Stones

Ah, I saw there were some people stoned you and went away. I saw you severely injured. You were bleeding and full of wounds. I couldn’t stand to see you in that condition.

Like I wanted to repay stoning them with the same stones. I wanted to protect you from the wounds. But who was I?

I was no one, and couldn’t do anything. I know, even my screams wouldn’t mean anything.

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Aku melihat beberapa orang melemparinya bebatuan sebesar kepalan tangan. Besar-besar dan kasar. Aku melihatnya terluka sangat parah, berdarah-darah. Aku tak tahan melihatnya begitu.

Rasanya ingin sekali kubalas mereka dengan lemparan batu yang sama, kuhancurkan juga mereka hingga luluh lantak berdarah-darah. Ingin sekali kulindungi dirinya dari luka parah yang diderita. Tapi aku ini siapa?

Aku bukanlah siapa-siapa dan tak bisa melakukan apa-apa. Aku mengerti, bahkan teriakanku pun tak berarti apa-apa.

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I Want to Drink with You

I don’t care about the coffee. You can say Starbuck, Excelco, or Coffee Bean. But actually, even if the coffee is just a simple one from your kitchen, I’m OK.

What meaningful for me is your presence. As long as you accompany me to enjoy the coffee, I can taste the happiness inside the warmth of coffee.

I just want to taste your coffee with you. I just want to taste a happiness with you. I just want to live beside you. Just that simple.

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Aku sama sekali tidak masalah dengan kopi apapun yang akan kami minum. Dia boleh saja menyebut Starbuck, Excelco, atau Coffee Bean. Bahkan sebenarnya, kalaupun kopi yang dihidangkan adalah yang paling sederhana dari dapurnya, aku tak masalah.

Hal yang sangat berarti buatku adalah kehadirannya. Sepanjang dia menemaniku menikmati secangkir kopi bersama, aku bisa merasakan kebahagiaan dalam kehangatan kopi yang nikmat.

Aku hanya ingin menikmati kopi bersamanya, berbahagia bersamanya. Aku hanya ingin merasakan hidup di sisinya. Sesederhana itu. Sungguh.

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The First Books

One day, Papa and I went to Jatinegara market near the station. Papa was looking for something that I didn’t know what it was. I just knew he wanted to buy some tools for his work and some fish for pet. During the trip, I was mostly silent. It’s like a lil dog that followed wherever its master went.

Sometimes he asked me what street food or drink I wanted to buy. I just said, “Up to you, Pa.”

I felt so awkward when I was walking with Papa. Like I was walking with stranger. Then he asked again, “Do you like this one, or that one?”

I was only silent and nodded. I knew, he asked me just to make me speak. So I decided to be quiet and didn’t say anything.

Until he stopped his walking in front of a small book shop where sold used books. He took three books and gave them to me, “What do you think?”

I stared at him and smiled open wide, “Are you sure, Papa?”
He nodded, but without any smile. He said that I could have it.

I remembered one of the books was Layar Terkembang by Sutan Takdir Alisyahbana. I was happy because that was the first time he bought me some books (novels). Before then, he had been detested me when I read novels. I didn’t know what’s wrong with him, but he never bought me books after that moment.

Sometimes, I still felt awkward when walking with him. He was kind, but his way never touched my heart. My mistakes indeed.

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Cherry Blossoms

These days cherry blossoms have bloomed in Japan. I can feel the air which freshly blowing, it’s really peaceful.

I want to go there, since Japan is my favourite country. I like the culture, I like the people, and I like the buildings (the bullet train, of course). It’s like I’m obsessed to go there. But when? 

I’m starting agree with Horiguchi Keishi, when we work as employee then we can go no where since we are bound strictly by the rule of our company. It’s hard to get long vacation (read: two weeks) to visit Japan. 

Hmm, I have to find a way how to visit Japan without disturbing my duties. Hehehe… 

cc: my best Japanese friends: Keishi, Sakura KurokawaFumiko Nawa,Megumi HimenoKooki Morimoto. Miss you guys!

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Tell Me Another Stories!

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Last night I dreamed about you. We were in the same family. You were the oldest and I was the youngest. Between us there were two girls that younger than you but older than me.

Four of us slouched on a big long red comfortable sofa. Because I was the youngest you embraced me so tight and told me a beautiful story about our parents.

I felt so comfort. I felt so peaceful. I loved to listen your voice.
You asked, “How’s the story, lil boy?”

I was just going to answer your question enthusiastically, then I heard adzan reverberated in my head. It was dawn and I awoke immediately.

I realised that I was alone. I was awake and said the answer with a low voice, “I love the story, tell me another stories!”

But I knew, you will never know.


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Malam yang singkat untuk sebuah mimpi yang memberikan kenyamanan. Sebuah mimpi dimana aku dan dirinya adalah satu keluarga. Dia adalah sulung sementara aku adalah bungsu. Di antara kami ada dua gadis yang menjadi kakakku sekaligus adiknya.

Saat itu kami berempat berada di sebuah ruangan besar dan bersantai di sebuah sofa besar dan panjang berwarna merah maroon. Mungkin karena akulah yang paling kecil, dia merangkulku dengan erat dan mendekapku sambil bercerita. Dia memang selalu bercerita. Tentang hal-hal indah yang terjadi di antara orangtua kami.

Aku merasakan kenyamanan yang luar biasa. Aku sangat suka mendengar suaranya. Sampai akhirnya dia bertanya di akhir cerita, “Bagaimana ceritanya?”

Baru saja hendak kujawab dengan antusias saat adzan subuh berkumandang. Aku terbangun dengan tatapan nanar. Seolah mencari dirinya.

Aku menyadari bahwa aku sedang sendiri. Kurapatkan kaki memeluk lutut menahan dingin yang serta merta menyergap. Dengan sendu kujawab pertanyaannya, “Aku suka sekali ceritamu, ceritakan lagi tentang banyak hal!”

Tapi aku tahu, dia takkan pernah mendengar jawabanku itu.

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Which Will

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"Which Will"by Nick Drake

"Which will you go for? Which will you love?
Which will you choose from, from the stars above?
Which will you answer? Which will you call?
Which will you take for, for your one and all?
And tell me now which will you love the best?

Which do you dance for? Which makes you shine?
Which will you choose now, if you won’t choose mine?
Which will you hope for? Which can it be?
Which will you take now, if you won’t take me?
And tell me now which will you love the best?”

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