The Talking Self

Tadi pagi saya sempat dibuat kesal. Yah sebenarnya tidak perlu kesal sih. Tapi what the *@$% ! ini kan blog saya. Bebas dunks untuk menyuarakan ekspresi. Bermula dari niat makan gorengan yang menggebu-gebu. Sudah membayangkan manisnya pisang goreng atau ubi goreng yang ehm..ehm...Tapi ketika mendapati sajian gorengan yang ada (baca: TERSISA) di meja, yang saya dapati hanya ba’wan kriting-kriting bulat yang bikin ilfil itu.........uuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhggggrrrrggggghhhhhh@$%!!!!.... Ini personal sekali. Benar-benar menjengkelkan. Karena saya dari kecil sampai tua begini paling sebal sama yang namanya ba’wan. Ga tau kenapa, mungkin ada sejenis energi yang negatif terpancar dari ba’wan itu..(ih maksa banget). Coba lihat aja, dari namanya, ba’wan itu sudah menunjukkan inkonsistensi. BA’ (kadang2 dibeberapa tempat diucapkan dengan ”mba”) + WAN. 2 huruf pertama menunjukkan mba, yang identik dengan gender: perempuan. Sementara 3 huruf kedua (wan) adalah akhiran yang i...

Last night I finally have to face the question. It is the question that I've been trying to avoid so hard. The question that makes my heart melts and my lips numb. It was about 9 pm in the evening and I told my kids to go to bed. Suddenly my little princess, asked this question, "Mommy, why Dad never came home again?" I tried to neglect the question, but somehow, a thought came across my mind and say that I must deal with this. The kids must know the truth. However, the truth might a bit difficult for them to understand, so I create another lie. I told them that Dad was on sailing, for in definitive time. I really don't know how to explain this to them, I'm just expecting that by the time goes, they will understand the situation automatically. I took a glimpse on the eldest. As usual, he was just silenced when someone asked about his father. I don't know whether it's because of his feeling, sad or hatred, or he’s just acting ignorant. I somehow saw ...