Two Sides of Beauty

A vase, Beloved
In which two seasons meet up;
Two sides of beauty—

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Some flowers last longer in a vase, others stay shorter. They glorify seasons and gratify life spans differently. Here some flowers come together in a vase and enjoy the life together, decorating a corner some time away from the roots.

How would I not thank for all faces of beauty?

Live longer and enjoy the colourful life in this melting pot, dear Self. All is well. All is beautiful.

May all beings be happy.

the pink striped daisies stay longer than predicted, red roses come to sit together ⭐️

Joy Is Always Waiting

There’s a hidden joy
Behind a pile of laundry.
Ironed, it shows up.

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When finally a bucket of wrinkle fabrics pile up into nicely-layered pile of ironed clothes, who doesn’t feel the joy?

Some household chores are relaxing.

May all beings be happy.

proud of doing it all with these hands 😎

A Cleansing Talk

Friendship, Beloved
A vast ocean and its waves
Sweeping all debris—

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A friend visited me at my lunch break. A short talk made the day.

About her retirement plan to hop from one city to another from one country to another with her husband, future visit to my home base, future visit to Ubud, her sons and the menace, my future plans, health and healthcare, vaccination, and everything….

Our longest talk after 2 years of not going someplace together! She brought our favourite kue from Bengawan Solo! 💝

Couldn’t believe it could happen only in one hour. We must have talked as fast as flash!

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Bengawan Solo jajanan pasar delivered by a friend today

You Is The Limit

Freedom, Beloved
Is gauging limitation.
How low can you go?
How high can you fly? How long?
Life’s integrated limits.

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There is always the next level of things. Perfection? Some say yes. Some say it is freedom, up to self, don’t care about others, want more, and everything.

No one can stop one except one’s self.

Is the end the limit? Not sure; yet it must be sun and moon the cycles integrate.

Beloved, if you allow, let me just be better than my own self before. Nothing more, nothing less.

May all beings be happy. 💝

thanks for the sugar; how many people mustn’t have sugar and I’m still free to consume it – isn’t it a blessing? 💝

Not 100% Clean

Is she that clean though?
No! Flower blooms from rooted trees.
Dirt, bugs surround her.

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Human being is human being. No one is perfect. No one is clean. If someone looks perfect, it is just the lenses are focusing on one’s good parts or the lenses are damaged unable to see all details or one is just in a lucky blind spot. What a blessing to look perfect! — whatever the cause is

Making mistakes is a perfect description about human being. The perfection overdoes though when the same mistake is repeated — too many times will kill!

*sigh*

May all beings be full-bellied. 💝

burnt mackerel, salty veggies soup and cutie buns with some ants is a set of perfect imperfection I cooked today

Sleeping Is Farming Dreams

Night blankets sweet dreams,
Lullabies and keeps them safe
Until morning comes
To reap every grain dreams yield.
Dreams, soar high and come back true.

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Dream sweet and wake up true.

May all beings now be peacefully sleepy…. 😊

dream as sweet as jasmine

Guarded

Swaying gently down,
Feather falls off from the wings
Flapping. Angel smiles.

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I used to pick up feathers met on the way to school, office, home, everywhere. Feathers have been good signs to me for years. There has been a feeling of being protected.

Superstition? I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not.

Now? Still believing that feather present is the presence of protection, but I stopped hoarding. Just look at the feathers, pray for protection and greet the guardian angels, and walk on with a bunch of blessings.

May all beings be happy.

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https://phys.org/news/2019-11-feathers-propel-birds-air-history.html

Journey of A Friendship Is To Know Yourself

Time runs, Beloved
Not flies. Its feet touch the ground,
Planting you deeply
To the journey. Feel the pace,
Beloved. The end is good.

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Today’s video call with 6 best friends was at least 2 hours of stupidity in the brink of wisdom.

The talk of health of some of us and overall healthcare in our country has become both joke and contemplation.

One of us said that as a father of two he doesn’t want to be selfish thinking about his health too much. He wants to give the best to his children and if he has to leave them forever, his family won’t suffer of having too little. This oldest of all of us is always the funniest yet the wisest.

One of us said that whatever medical complaints she has, she wants to handle them now. She said she’d better know the diseases how much ever bad they are and do possible treatments soon rather than later when she is older. What a good anticipation!

Another said that he still enjoys everything freely. He called while chewing donuts with heavy chocolate and sugar toppings! What a joy!

Most of us don’t have serious medical issues except that the pandemic in the country is more happening that fear of it is more deadly than the virus itself.

Blahblahblah and hahaha continued when we talked about religions. Those who are religious made fun of us who are “not clear”. And we teased them who are “too clear-cut”.

Fun 2+ hours! Mood booster to welcome another week!

Hope we are all completing everything well.

Take care, crazy good friends! You’re blessed.

Sure we’ll still meet again in a better time! So sure!

💝

just-put-them-in leucadendron and pink striped daisy is ready to welcome the productive week 😎

Extracting What’s In

Of sun of the day,
Of moon of the night, it comes
The sense of language—

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No, it is not a story of a human with a name. It is a journey of eternal flame.

Opening page by page, the last page is not an epilogue. It is a prologue of another story.

Beloved, are you a book or a library?

It doesn’t matter, just read.

May all beings be happy.

Strahav Library – not my photo collection, you can find it everywhere

Attributing You

How perfect you are,
99.
I’m the 1 completing the reality.
And so we are completed,
100!

Life is blessed when the heart is loaded and bedazzled with three gemstones of the beautiful names and attributes of God: the amethyst of Ar-Rahman (the beneficent), the emerald of Ar-Rahiem (the merciful) and the rose quartz of Al-Latif (the subtle one, the most gentle).

It’s a personal interpretation; don’t quote me.

People say that the quality of God can’t be bounded with the beauty of any but at the same time it can in order to attribute God with something sensuously beautiful at the same time symbolising some characters. I chose gemstone. Why not flowers, why gemstones? Let it be

The three qualities are those projected to be. Someday —not sure when— I’ll acceptably be. Not sure when….

Enchanting those three attributes without thinking what religions I’m holding has been helpful to cope with many challenges especially facing those contesting and/or underestimating. Forgive them, love them and keep gentle in the heart— how much ever tough the argument is, be gentle in the heart; how much ever confrontation to be tackled, be gentle in the heart; how much ever firm intonation to be uttered, be gentle in the heart. At the end it is not winning an argument that’s important; it is accepting the learning process the bounties. Gorgeous and precious as gemstones—

So thankful to be a human being, being able to wildly interpret what might be rigidly believed by others, being able to move meaning from where beauty is rigidly defined to wherever a defined beauty can be criticised. That’s a privilege only for those who have enough space for being humane — take learning step, one by one….

In this crowded world, the safest sanctuary is being one’s self where those that I know don’t really care and those that I care don’t really know.

May I have another gemstone? 🤨

May all beings be happy….

counting the blessings – thanks for everything.

Friends Truly Taste Summer

A gate wide opens
Out to a meadow. Summer,
Show your charms to earth.

Not that I’m happy all the time but speak happy talk happy smile happy eat happy work happy has made me happier longer than before.

So why not?

Thanks for those humble and kind orbiting around me. So blessed for being some simple waza waza for each other! 💝

It is not easy there but you can do it!

This too shall pass!

Salam…. 🙏🏼

flowers from the desert, beauty and endurance blended in colours like friendship

You The Punctuation

You are you thats you
The you thats not you the you
I think is you Who

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There are so many yous in you You through a complex prism is able to compel one to sign an everlasting contract with no terms and conditions but saying yes to all of you

Your signature is a punctuation while mine is a dragged line called names

Youre that important that history of alphabet puts you as a technology that moves meaning

Punctuation is you

May all beings be happy

you beauty that builds meaning

Can I Have Dessert Now? 😂

As much as she wants to make her mom happy with the best sacrifice of the day, her true colours are so adorable.

There is always something to compromise to keep a -ship afloat nicely, whether it is the load or the crew, never the rudder or the sail.

Weekend is sometimes better being couch potato…. 😎

July Sun

Journey, Beloved
Is wonderful flow and hike.
What a bright sunshine!

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Welcome, July. Please be kind like how a good sister treats me.

Happy birthday, dear sis…. 💞

protea and mini chrysanthemum

PENSI – Pentas Swara Indonesia

It’s just beautiful!

If young Indonesians don’t sing those songs, let them rot in hell. 🎼 At least three of those songs, guys! No worry about your out of tune — just sing! Or hum! Ok, sing in silence! 😩

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Sit Still

Silent nights have come
To sit still and greet the heart.
Please forgive me, Love.

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Ramadhan month is almost over. Many Muslim will spend the last 10 days of Ramadhan in the mosques. They focus on the zikr (remembrance) by enchanting attributes of God and reciting the Quran. They call it i’tikaf— literally meaning staying put or sitting still, commonly understood as retreat in the mosque to worship the God recommended at the last 10 days of Ramadhan. How beautiful those nights are!

How lucky people who have the time to spend with themselves and look in to their own inner journey.

I’m not a devoted one so I don’t do the i’tikaf anymore. For retreat I prefer attending discussion or meditation session or just being alone contemplating or just wandering at the nature.

I feel lucky that this past one year has been a kind of long retreat through the working from home during pandemic. I’ve got sufficient time to do what I missed doing for almost the past 12 years in which back to back trips were a cup of tea, and do it slowly with (sometimes not full) awareness.

Cooking own food, washing own clothes, cleaning the whole house alone, running or walking at the river bank, biking around midnight time, painting, singing out loud at lunch time, writing journals and blog, watering my plants and talking to them, and so on…. All thanks to working from home—

Thanks to Life for all those. Thanks for everything.

At the same time I made a series of mistakes to someone. Some things are misunderstood naturally. It’s gonna be ok. I hope Life forgives me and lets my journey be easier.

May all beings be happy. 💞

beauty comes again

Loving Like Loving A Song

I want to love you
Like loving a song. It's free,
Everyone’s happy
Without jealousy, they sing
In joy.... While you’re still mine, Love—

What a luxury to love someone who’s been the favorite of many…. Sharing joy in silence….

Like this humble song from me to you…. A Javanese love song whose meaning is deep and joyful; filled with prayer and admiration to the beloved – whoever the beloved is meant by the singer.

Music is a beautiful wire connecting the hearts….

Enjoy.

Tears – haiku

Water trickles down
The cheeks. Streams of melted snow flow,
Waking up the soul.

Temasek – March 30, 2019 – 6:45pm

 

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Picture borrowed from https://www.businessinsider.com.au/vladimir-putin-great-year-2013-12

Metal in colors – haiku

Adorning body:
They see a witch in pink and
Metals in colors.

Suddenly I see a witch with so many jewelries in her body, colorful metals of many kinds and types: not sure if they are gold or silver or copper or others. What I see is a beautiful witch with beautiful and colorful metals.

Oh I can see many gemstones, too….

Cordoba – haiku

Once upon a time
In Cordoba. She sat still
In the Mezquita.

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Temasek – May 29, 2017 – 03:37am (Ramadhan 3, 1438H)

Picture borrowed from http://www.spain.info/en/que-quieres/arte/monumentos/cordoba/mezquita_de_cordoba.html

Drawing As A Therapy

When I get sick, I sometimes get confused if I have to visit doctor…. Too much medication will make me suffer: allergy, smelly urine, dizziness, etc.

Being a moron, oftentimes I forgot that I have my own way of healing myself. Meditation, sleeping (perfect meditation), drinking more water, working out, listening to music, drawing, etc.

I got constipation. Severe constipation I almost got poisoned because this body was overloaded with waste. I took medication and didn’t get better, I even could not sleep and my stomach and almost all part of my trunk got ached. So much burdened with unpredicted pain.

Then I remember something: draw something. I took my Faber-Castell watercolor pencils. Yellow, dark green and blue…. Lines, waves, curves, shapes of circles, a lot of color blocking and some words of positive affirmation. I imagined all those pictures are the representatives of my sickness as well as the curing & opening solution….

Amazing!

I got better… Really better, not 100% though. At least I know I am getting well.

Drawing is a therapy, yes it is.

Tips:

1. Focus on where the pain is coming from,

2. Take any color by reflect, don’t change color you like – let hand move to its slated pencil,

3. Keep focusing on the pain and follow the hand movement

4. Affirm that you are opening the door of relief to the sickness,

5. Change pencil as the hand wants to change the colors,

6. Affirm that the drawing is taking all the pain from the parts of body,

7. Calm down as the hand movement is feeling sufficient,

8. Thank to Universe for everything.

 

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Thank you……

YCK Rd. – Sunday, July 6, 2014 – 4:19pm

 

Light

My body is lighter, when I sleep…. I can fly to all places I want to go and meet with anybody I want to encounter with. As long as I sleep well, I would dream and only then I will remember what I dream when I wake up later. Image

I should let myself be light, even lighter so that I can gain whatever I want to. I travel in my good sleep. I greet my beloved ones in my good sleep. I just need to sleep well to dream and at the same time to realise my dream. Image

I believe my dream is as real as the reality when I am awake. My reality in awake state is when the body experiences all things in life. But in dream is when my soul lets my body take a rest and it goes by itself experiencing etheric reality…. So, no matter what I dream I would thank that in the name of God I get what my body has dreamt of in the day. Oh…. how light I am  now, sleepy…. Need some good sleep and sweet dream. Let me meet my Bob, my late father and any other beloved ones living in the world, in this matrix…. I am sorry I am actually chattering….. Sorry but I feel so light and want to sleep to realise my dream….

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YCK Rd – March 3, 2014 – 11:18pm

Flowers with Guests

Sometimes it is not easy to capture beauty…. It has become a rigid template so that many can’t understand why some people call some allegedly-ugly things beautiful.

Here is some beauty I captured through my humble heart. Happy to share with you with all my heart…. Peace be upon you all in this universe. Enjoy…

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Tulips in Aesop’s counter….

 

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Orchid in Indonesia Embassy in Singapore

 

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Frangipani in Gardens by The Bay, Singapore

 

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Cahaba lily in the Gardens by The Bay, Singapore

 

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Hibiscus in alun-alun (town square) Tulungagung, East Java, Indonesia

 

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Hibiscus in alun-alun (town square) Tulungagung, East Java, Indonesia

 

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Bud of water lily and a guest – Mr. Dragonfly

 

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Euphorbia in my mom’s house terrace

 

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Flowers of garlic chives and the guest – Ms. Fly in my sister’s garden

 

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Cat’s whisker in my mom’s house… Hey, if you are careful, two uncles Ant are there…

 

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Chrysanthemum in Changi airport, Singapore

 

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Oh…. the guest – Princess Bird – is trying to taste the nectar in an orchid stem….

 

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Bromelia in Gardens by The Bay – Singapore

 

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Hydrangea (five colour flower) in Changi airport – Singapore

 

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Adenium in Ina’s front garden – Tulungagung, East Java, Indonesia

 

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Bromelia in Changi airport, Singapore

Singapore – February 9, 2014 – 2:47pm

RINDU

RINDU

Apa sih sebenarnya yang menyebabkan rindu?

Ikatan antar jiwa kah?

Apa yang menyebabkan setiap jiwa terikat pada jiwa yang lain?

Adakah zat kimiawi yang menyebabkannya?

Atau inikah yang dinamakan spiritual?

Alangkah rumitnya rindu.

Rindu Bob Kucing

Phnom Penh, 17 Juli 2012 – 7:47 malam

Foto dipinjam dari http://www.fanpop.com/spots/maria-050801090907/images/27986990/title/miss-already-photo

SENSITIVITY IN ME

SENSITIVITY IN ME

I feel it gets stronger

The sensitivity in me

How I feel hurt to see animals slaughtered for fun, for consumption, for pride

How I feel hurt to see those creatures without defense accept whatever humans want them to be.

Is it after I dig the love between my Bob cat and me?

Or, is it just because it is time when I unseal the hidden key?

Or, is it just an accidental sensitivity in me?

Just now I mistakenly switched on TV to a channel showing a tortoise slaughtered alive! The guilt lingers and tortures my sleeping time. No sleep then. Then it reminds me to topeng monyet that comes to exploitation rather than animal training. Also it drives me crazier when I remember how Kebun Binatang Surabaya animal “collections” get weaker and weaker because the care takers do not care about the animals. They said they lack of money? Then just send those animals to other zoos rather than selfishly claim the poor responsibility of national asset. God damn animals are not national! It is global asset! Once they are distinct, the mankind should mourn!

I go too far… I am being sensitive. I am missing a thing, Bob Kucing. He’s been my savior in my bad times; he’s been alarm of consciousness of oneness. It is too far. I am not supposed to talk about sensitivity. It is merely about my dear cat… Is it?

HHIpoh – December 23, 2011 – 9:00pm

KEMELEKATAN

KEMELEKATAN

(obrolan ringan tentang Bob kucing)

Beberapa orang merasa bahwa cintanya pada dunia tidak sebesar cintanya pada Tuhan. Mereka mengklaim diri bahwa mereka mengabdikan hidupnya untuk Tuhan. Saya meragukan diri saya dalam hal tersebut karena nyatanya memang tidak demikian yang saya alami.

Saya masih belum menikah tapi saya punya kemelekatan yang tak kalah lekat dibanding dengan kemelekatan antara dua pasangan atau anak dan ibunya atau anak dan bapaknya. Saya sangat lekat dengan kucing saya yang saya namai Bob. Kata kuncinya adalah sangat. Sangat adalah kata keterangan yang membuat kata sifat yang mengikutinya berlipat. Kemelekatan saya pada kucing saya berlipat beberapa kali dibanding dengan kemelekatan kepada kucing lain atau hal lain, tentunya kecuali orang-orang yang memang mendapatkan tempat istimewa yang sama dengan si Bob Kucing ini.

Saya tidak menyesal memiliki Bob. Tetapi kata kunci memiliki itulah yang membuat saya agak merasa bersalah. Seharusnya saya tidak pernah mendeklarasikan diri bahwa saya adalah pemilik kucing yang buat saya bagai guardian angel ini. Dengan memiliki Bob saya terbukti tidak siap meninggalkan dia atau ditinggalkan dia. Tiap saya akan dinas ke luar kota, saya selalu berharap saya tidak perlu menginap sehingga tidak perlu meninggalkan dia sendiri atau jikalau sore hingga petang sahabat saya Nining dengan telaten dan sabar menemani piaraan saya itu maka malamnya si meong mesti bobo di luar rumah dan menurut saya itu kurang menyenangkan.

Bob Kucing ini kucing lokal sehingga ada sementara orang yang menganggap saya berlebihan. Sebagian orang Indonesia menganggap bahwa hanya kucing ras-lah yang mesti disayangi dengan cara special seperti: membelikan makanan khusus feline (kucing) dan vitamin segala ubarampen (perlengkapan) kucing, mengobatkannya seperti manusia jika sakit, membiarkannya menikmati rumah seperti anak-anak atau ponakan-ponakan mengharu-biru rumah, menjaganya selayaknya menjaga diri kita… Tidak mengapa karena pendapat boleh berbeda.

Saya tidak sedikitpun merisaukan diri saya kecuali satu: bahwa saya dan Bob mulai saling terikat. Akhir-akhir ini dia sangat dekat dengan saya baik secara fisik maupun batin. Kalau saya di rumah dia ngikut kemana pun saya bergerak bahkan kalau saya mandi dia nggeluntung (berbaring telungkup, Bahasa Jawa) di keset depan kamar mandi. Kalau saya sedang bekerja malam, dia nongkrong diatas tumpukan kertas atau kalau sedang kesal dia nangkring diatas laptop saya, kadang dia menggoda melompat ke atas TV dan menjatuhkan antene sambil mengeong manja. Kalau saya tidur dia biasanya akan melompat keatas selimut tebal saya: dia tidak pernah mau masuk ke bawah selimut dalam waktu lama karena mungkin merasa panas. Dan, masih banyak lagi kegiatan dia yang menunjukkan keakraban dan kenyamanan kami bersama.

Ada satu lagi: dia mulai bisa merasa tidak suka kalau saya tugas keluar kota dan menginap. Sehari sebelum saya berangkat dia sudah ngroweng (rewel, Bahasa Jawa), nempel-nempel ke kaki atau badan saya, meang-meong kesana-kemari, pura-pura sesak napas dan yang biasanya Cuma mau digendong dalam hitungan 3 – 5 detik jadi bertahan sampai satu menit dan sambil mendekur-dekur pula.

Kemelekatan pada kucing saya sungguh kadang membuat saya bertanya-tanya: pantas saja ada ibu yang akhirnya malas bekerja meninggalkan rumah lha wong ada yang nggondheli di rumah dan mengurus anak tentunya menyebabkan stress yang lebih rendah daripada harus berinteraksi dengan macetnya jalanan dan kompetisi dalam karir (bisa saja saya salah tapi paling tidak inilah kesimpulan saya melihat para ibu yang kadang nggak masuk kerja karena “nggak tega ninggal anak”).

Kemelekatan ini harus saya atasi karena kalau tidak membuat saya tidak produktif dan cenderung menuruti kemalasan. Tentunya Bob Kucing tahu bahwa dia disayang sehingga dia punya strategi untuk “tidak ditinggalkan” atau “tidak diabaikan” karena pa
sti kalau saya pergi orang lainlah yang mengurus dia yang notabene tidak se-rempong saya. Saya selalu memastikan bahwa air minum dia baru dan dari gallon atau direbus dulu (kadang dioplos dengan air hangat), vitamin juga selalu saya takar, makanan saya pastikan dihabiskan sesuai porsi, kaki-kaki saya lap dan dubur & alat vital saya lap, telinga dan gigi saya periksa, hidung saya bersihkan, cek bulu dan ekor dari kutu dan serangga, sering kali juga saya ajak ngobrol sekaligus saya ciumin hidungnya dan adu dahi ha ha ha…

Kemelekatan itu tidak boleh terjadi walau saya sangat menyayangi makhluk yang oleh tetangga sebelah saya dibiling “Halah, cuma kucing aja segitunya”. Bodo ammmmaaaat, kata saya tak kalah bangga ha ha ha…

Begitulah kemelekatan itu begitu besar sehingga pernah saya memimpikan Bob Kucing mati dan paginya saya menangis dan menggendong-gendong dia dan saya ciumi.

“Kamu jangan mati dulu ya, Bob… Paling tidak kau hidup 12 tahun bersamaku; tapi kau boleh mati sebelum aku, biar kau tetap ada yang mengurus…”

Kucingku tadi malam menemaniku mencuci. Dia meringkuk di atas keset kamar mandi sambil mengikuti gerakan saya mencuci. Sesekali dia meang-meong tiap saya panggil namanya. Pagi ini dia memanggil saya, minta keluar. Untungnya saya jug sedang ada acara keluar rumah, jadi kami berangkat bersama.

“Nanti malam pulang jam 7 ya, Bob…”

“Meooooong….” Entah apa artinya, yang pasti rasa sayang kami ada dan saya belajar membuang kemelekatan.

Lia Taruna – Tangerang – 4:12 sore