-4 degrees. Seoul today, and it is the lowest temperature in this month. December 2023, exactly two years since my first arrival here. I remember it was also winter, my first time ever seeing snowflakes fell upon my hands, my shoes, my jacket; my first time ever inhaling oxygen in my dream city. It was cold, but not as cold as I thought. I could feel my teeth clicking but something made me keep smiling. My heart, and bunch of unexplainable exciting feelings inside.
The last bus will come in about 20 minutes. I sit on the long bench–with a longing heart. I was happy two years ago. I wrote my dreams on a A3-sized paper to be plastered on my wall once I get to the new dorm. It was nice to have dreams, just thinking of pursuing them made my blood flew faster from head to toe. At least that was what I felt in my few first months; happiness. Until that first problem came. I took my master degree in Seoul fully-funded by my country. And we–scholarship awardee–had been told before to not hoping too much. It was around July when I checked my bank account and found out that nothing had been sent, not even a sen. Good timing that it was Summer, I had my break time for a month so I went for a part time job. Everything seemed fine, I could handle my life and nothing serious happened.
I clench my fists to keep myself warm. I forgot to bring my gloves even though I know today is going to be real freezing. I think about home. And my mother. And my Father. And my Brother. I have this feeling lingers inside my chest for a long time but this time, 10 p.m at this quiet bus stop, it grows bigger and it feels more torturing. I miss them. And my little cat–which isn’t actually my cat but he sleeps mostly in my house anyway. My second problem came when it was around September last year. Still no money from the government, and I’ve spent more than half of my saving for a living. Autumn to winter, what a worst timing to suffer from hunger. It was cold and I need more fats, but all I could eat was beans, and ramen, and sometimes twice-heated curry. But it was still okay, I’d bear with any hardship as long as I don’t have problem with my study.
Winter wind becomes colder at night. Five more minutes and the bus will come. But since I came to Seoul time has been absurdly going faster and slower, matching it pace with my mood swings. Sometimes when I’m happy I wouldn’t know if the sun just set, because I felt like only laughed for about two minutes. But lately, time is running slower than ever. It began three months ago, when one of my professor told me to change my thesis title. Title. I already gave up my blood and tears for making it come true; I’m already half of my way and he suddenly told me to drastically change it. From the tittle to the conclusion. Title to conclusion. I told my mother I’ll come home soon. I told her to wait a little more. I told her that I’m only one step away from my master degree. I gave her hopes, but now I’m going backwards.
The snowflakes are falling down faster; it’s raining. I felt the chill spreading to my bones. I used to love winter and its cool breeze, but now not so much. Winter reminds me of dreams I once built, but I haven’t reach. Winter reminds me of how lonely I am, in a city I once dream to live in. Winter and its snowflakes and its freezing wind. I never felt so distant from my self, from my home. I never felt so lonely and missing my mother this much. I suddenly want to hug her, snuggle my giant feet into her tiny lap. It must be nice, to feel her warm breath blowing my neck. Please, just one time, I whispered. But nothing happens. I’m still here, at this quiet bus stop with cold bench and slippery pavement. I let the snowflakes touch my hands, my shoes, my jacket. It is cold but something is colder. My heart, and the unexpected wound that suddenly opens.

Some day, the cold rain will become warm tears
And fall down
It’s alright
It’s just a passing downpour

with the thought of my bestfriend, I.

read while listening to this song:

I.O.I – Downpour




Hari ini aku melihatnya tersenyum,” Ia berbisik.
setelah banyak sekali beban berat yang harus dipikirkannya. Aku tidak tahu darimana dia dapat sumber kekuatan, tapi aku senang, dia tidak lagi memasang wajah cemberut yang mengesalkan itu.
Dia hebat, kapan ya dia akan sadar? dia selalu merasa rendah diri, salah satu karakter yang aku benci darinya. Tapi sebenarnya aku sedikit takut, kalau dia sadar dan menjadi sedikit congkak. Sepertinya tidak mungkin, tapi namanya juga manusia. Aku berharap dia tidak pernah melupakan tujuan utamanya. Aku ingin dia selalu menjadi orang yang tidak pernah melupakan orang lain, apalagi menjatuhkan.” Ia tersenyum kecil. Rambut di dahinya bergerak-gerak ke kanan; tersapu angin.
Di balkon kamarnya, setiap langit berubah warna dari biru menjadi jingga, Ia akan berbisik. Bukan pada telinga, yang menurutnya hanya akan mengendap di otak sang pendengar. Ia berbisik kepada dunia, agar kawanan burung yang tidak sengaja melintas bisa menyampaikan pada kawanan lain dan daun yang tidak sengaja gugur menyampaikan pada tanah dan cacing. Bisikannya akan terekam dalam molekul hujan yang suatu hari jatuh dengan sangat deras, mengalir bersama air sungai menuju laut, menguap bersama air laut membentuk awan. Bisikannya didengar oleh setiap sel makhluk hidup maupun unsur makhluk tak hidup.
Dalam bisikannya Ia meyisipkan keluh kesah, ungkapan syukur, harapan dan doa. Bisikannya membumi, dan akan selalu sampai kepada orang yang membuatnya sedih, orang yang mengukir senyumnya, orang yang selalu Ia simpan dalam setiap pinta. Bisikannya melangit, dan akan selalu sampai kepada pencipta burung, daun gugur, tanah, cacing, hujan, air sungai, air laut, awan–kepada Yang Maha Mendengar walau bisikannya kadang hanya berupa sengal tawa dan isakan tangis.

untuk yang sedang berjuang,
dari yang selalu berbisik.

I’ll See You at Seven


4 p.m.
three hours to go, she said to herself.
keep calm, keep calm. what are you going to wear?
she got up from the chair and walked toward the cupboard to find her best clothes. she ended up with a deep sigh. she found nothing–there are 10 pairs of sweaters but she needed something more appealing.
“Kath, Can I borrow your dress?” she shouted from her room.
“do yourself a favor.” Kath, her elder sister, didn’t care about anything she does just like usual.
she went across her room–to Kath’s room–and began to try every flowery dress she could find. I need to look bright, she thought.

I’ll see you at seven, he said after they got off from school today. he looked slightly nervous, but he hid with a forced smile.
“amusement park over there?”
he is a senior, one year above her. she rarely got a chance to talk to him. in fact, today was the first day she talked to him. Tris, her friend, said that Johnny came to their class when she went to the restroom.
Johnny? that Dimple Guy Johnny?! you sure he was looking for me?” she couldn’t believe it at first.
yep. he even asked me, hey, are you by chance friends with Lisa? did you see her in class this morning? and I answered yes, she went to the restroom.”
why on earth would Johnny look for me? I mean, with every possibilities exist, why?” She still couldn’t just believe it.
Johnny. that Dimple Guy Johnny. that guy she saw in the first year at the library laughing with the madame while holding a book by Haruki Murakami. she hated that author, but the sight of a fine young man with a deep dimple on his left cheek had caught her off guard. she then met him accidentally several times; on her way to chemistry lab, at the front yard while she waited for her mom to pick her up, at the amusement park a hundred meters from school where she usually had a chit chat with her girls group. she learned his name is Johnny from her classmate who happened to be in the same middle school with him. he was popular back then because he played basketball. she once witnessed him playing basketball during his PE class–laughing charmingly like his usual laughter.
that Johnny who is a living portrait of her imaginary prince was looking for her.
what. a. news.
what did he said?” she asked her friend.
he didn’t say anything. he just left after I answered.”
she knew who Johnny was, everyone knew who Johnny was. but Johnny would probably never heard about her name. she was not that popular to be acknowledged by the school superstar. why would Johnny look for me?
she kept thinking about it she couldn’t focus on what Mrs. Dean said about the history of pyramid and stuff. Mrs. Dean was her all time favourite teacher and today she didn’t put any thought of what she taught. she felt guilty but she just couldn’t stop it.
the school bell rang, everyone ran out from class to corridor like mad dogs. she walked slowly as if the other kids are really sick and contagious. but actually she didn’t want to go home immediately, just in case Johnny would come up again.
and he did.
Lisa!” a deep voice called her from behind. she turned around.
hey.. uh, I was looking for you. I bet you already knew from your friend. so,uh.. do you by chance, have thought about going to the school annual party?” his voice trembled.
she, as far as she remembered, had never heard a guy trembling while asking to go to a party, and here is Johnny, her crush since the first year, doing everything all at once? asking her to go the annual party and trembling at the same time?
she lost the energy to open up her mouth to answer.
oh I’m sorry! I’m Johnny, senior year. I might sound creepy for not introducing myself first.”
it-it is okay. I thought about it, yeah. but I don’t think I’m going…” she said, more like she whispered. she was just as trembling as when he asked her.
he looked upset. “why?”
all of my friends decided to go with someone so.. yeah.”
he smiled and she swear it was the closest she ever saw him smiling, ten times more mesmerizing and the dimple on his left cheek just popped out, like asking to mess with her brain.
would you go with me?”
those words. she repeated and spell it out to make it easier to understand. those are simple words, but she was so dumbfounded she forgot how to interact normally.
how do you know my name?”
he was startled. “I asked the librarian. I often saw you at the bench near the window. you read so many interesting books.”
so.. which one is okay?” he looked at her.
so which one is okay? me asking the librarian about your name or going to the annual party with me?” he grinned, and really, that is the least thing he should had done in this condition because her heart was already a mess.
both, I guess.” she said, this time with a steady voice.
great! I wanna give you something to wear, you know, the corsage flower, but I left it at my house.”
did he just asked her to visit his house?!
I’ll give it to you, uh.. tonight?” he continued.
okay then. when?”
I’ll see you at seven.”

it was already 5 p.m when she finally found a dress that fit her taste. she rushed to her room and prepared for her best appearance. she never dated, not even once in her 16 years of living. this was going to be her first date–if going to school annual party could be considered as a date.

6 p.m.
she yelled again to her sister that she was going to the amusement park, and her sister didn’t even bother to reply, just like usual. she walked down the road with an ear-to-ear smile. was today a dream? she thought to herself. Johnny whom she had never even dream of giving her a smile asked her to go to the school annual party! she counted how many pretty girls from senior year are, and wondering why Johnny asked her instead of them.

6.50 p.m.
10 minutes to go. she waited anxiously. which direction did Johnny go after school today? she faced the opposite direction so that when he come, he has to call her name first and she can pull out her fake-shocked-but-laughing-prettily-face.

7.15 p.m.
he hadn’t come yet. would it be possible that he forgot their appointment?

7.20 p.m.
her cellphone rang–it’s Tris.
“go home.” the voice from the opposite said.
“what? why?”
“go home. he made fun of you. it was just a joke from the beginning. he was playing around with you. he lost a game and his friends forced him to ask a junior to go to the school annual party, and guess who? it was you. he chose you. not to literally go, but to pull out his disgusting joke.”
she didn’t answered the voice. she froze; her face turned pale in all sudden. she spaced out for a straight one minute, not knowing what to think–she was being too stupid or Johnny being ruthless, or both. she didn’t know that a high school crush could broke her heart into million pieces; she didn’t know what is worse and more pathetic: being fooled when she actually believe it or hoping that her friend was the one joking.
she ran across the school and went straight; not going home, but to the direction Johnny was going this afternoon. she would like to ask him herself, how does it feel to play with feelings? does it feel good? would he recommend her to do such a thing too? she ran and kept running until she saw a crowd. a sound of ambulance coming nearer. she slowed down a bit, wondering why the crowd made a round formation. she walked closer and  finally saw the center of the crowd: a guy with blood all over his head.
his body lied down and stood still; his eyes closed, his mouth shut.
and his name is Johnny.


10 a.m.
9 hours before.
“who’d you ask?” his group asked.
“her name is Lisa. Sophomore year.” he said with a smile.
his friend fussed around, “wow man what’s with the smile? do you really want to ask her?” 
“I lost the game, right?” his laugh followed by his group laughters.
“but I do really want to ask her, though.. despite the game.”
everyone was busy laughing, nobody heard his whisper except himself.



“I’ve always wanted to fly,” I whispered, leaning my head forward to get closer to Sky’s ear.

“Then go on.” Sky didn’t really pay attention and focused on the man singing in front of us instead.

Tonight is the anniversary of our school. The hall wasn’t too crowd, people were really tired of school to the point they’d stop coming if there are no classes; even though it’s the school annual party.

“I never got a chance to fly. I’ve never been on an airplane before. What was it like being up there, Sky? They said it’s beautiful, but I think it’s kinda scary though, to be miles away from safety tools. You don’t have hospital up there, or police station, so if bad things happen then you’re done, you can’t do anything. I wanna fly, but I’m also scared at the thought of it.” I talked in a low toned voice.

“You don’t think when you fly, you just feel. You feel the soothing light of the sun and imagine soft textured clouds touch your fingers while the wind blows below your neck. Beside, why’d you think when you are 30.000 ft above the earth? Leave your bad thoughts down there. you really like to complicate things don’t you?” Sky turned around and faced me, looking uneasy.

The music ended, it was the time for the party to end too.

“Okay, sorry.” I mumbled as I straightened my back, ready to get up. Sky was already standing and left.

“Here, take these. Fly on the way home.” Sky came back, handed me lustrous pink and grey balloons from the photo corner.

I grinned then asked, “Take a picture of me?”


If I fly, will I ever touch the Sky?



“Look at that full moon. Isn’t it beautiful?” Sky pointed at the moon, we were at the school finishing some group project.

“It is. Do you like the moon?” I asked.

“Among all the celestial bodies? Yes.” Sky answered.

“Why?” I didn’t know Sky liked the moon that much.

“Okay this is cheesy but you were the one who asked. The moon has always been so close. Let’s say stars are bigger and shine on it’s own, but the moon simply rotate around the earth. It rises and sets everyday, although there are days it goes blend with the dark, still, it is what I like about the moon. It’s consistency of being close.” Sky talked while looking above, then giggled after heard my laugh. “Why did you laugh?”

“I never heard that kind of reaction when it comes to astronomical talks.” I couldn’t help but laugh harder. “Tell me, who’s this moon actually?”

Sky didn’t answer. “What’s your favourite, then?”

This time I didn’t answer. I smiled for a straight 10 seconds. I knew I’ve been a stargazer for half of my life. And I knew, I wasn’t the moon, or will ever be.

I was only a mere stardust; remnant of the vanished star.



Rose Petals

As I look at the rose, Sky, I agreed today felt so warm because you looked beautiful in pink. Why so suddenly? Are you tired of red, or orange, or blue? Are you afraid of being too easy to read? But, Sky, you’ll always be the hardest thing to understand. And that isn’t something for me to do, you’re like a borrowed book from library; every one else’s.

In the end you’re the Sky, wide enough to cover the whole world, not only me.

And I’m thankful for that, I dreamt of you growing stronger.





gelap malam tidak dapat menghantarkannya pada kantuk. lelahnya selalu luruh ketika ia mulai memejamkan mata, ada sebuah nama di pelupuknya. dia lagi, dia lagi, lirihnya. sudah dua minggu ini kampusnya seperti tidak memberi jeda untuk sekedar bersantai minum teh sembari baca buku. kegiatan baksos, kegiatan peringatan dies natalis, dan serentetan kegiatan lain tanpa henti memenuhi agendanya. disanalah ia bertemu seseorang yang kini tiap malam mengganggu tidurnya. tidak ada yang aneh sebelumnya karena mereka hanya kawan biasa. sesekali mereka hanya bertegur sapa melalui senyum tertahan, tanda segan. namun setelah kepanitiaan cukup besar menggabungkan mereka dalam satu divisi, percakapan mulai bertambah, sesekali diselingi tawa karena ia akhirnya tahu sosok berkacamata itu adalah seseorang yang ceria, walaupun penampilannya bisa dibilang terlalu tua untuk usianya. dibalik kacamata itu ada tatapan yang teduh, ia pernah tak sengaja sekali berpapasan dengan iris hitam miliknya. ia menunduk, pikirannya mulai berpikir tentang betapa bodohnya ia tak memilih baju ungu favoritnya untuk dikenakan hari ini, andai saja ia tahu rapat akan diajukan mendadak ia pasti juga sudah menyeterika jilbabnya sampai licin. sedetik kemudian ia menggeleng, mengutuk diri sendiri yang tiba-tiba terlalu peduli penampilan. namun mata itu tidak serta merta menunduk juga, sepertinya ia tahu ada yang salah tingkah sehingga ia mulai menampakkan barisan rapi giginya sembari menggeleng pelan. betapa rapat hari itu membuatnya ingin cepat-cepat pulang dan mengurung diri seharian di kamar.

angin malam mulai menyusup melalui celah ventilasi, namun hangatnya selimut tidak juga mengundang kantuk untuk datang. nama itu, bahkan wajahnya kini tergambar jelas dalam pejaman matanya. sosok itu antik. dia bukanlah seseorang dengan IP tinggi atau seseorang yang selalu maju ke depan memberi materi. di kelas ia hanya akan duduk dibelakang, mendengarkan dosen sembari menopang dagu tanda mengantuk. ia adalah sosok berpenampilan kutu buku dalam novel yang selalu dibencinya. berkacamata, berpakaian terlalu rapi hingga terkadang ia berasumsi itu adalah baju ayahnya di masa muda. sosok itu suka membaca, sepertinya, namun tidak seperti ia yang jatuh cinta bahkan nyaris gila tanpa buku-bukunya. tidak pula sosok itu menyukai sesuatu yang disukai remaja pada umumnya. olahraga? apalagi hal yang satu itu. sosok itu unik. ia tak habis pikir mengapa sesosok manusia tanpa kelebihan apa-apa mampu membuatnya bertahan diatas kasur tanpa keinginan untuk tidur.

dua jam berlalu. ini sungguh sangat bukan dirinya, ia sangat menghargai waktu istirahat karena aktivitas organisasi dan jadwal kuliahnya yang tidak manusiawi. tidak tidur karena memikirkan seseorang adalah hal yang tidak pernah ia lakukan sebelumnya. akhirnya ia bangkit, menuju meja belajar dan mengeluarkan secarik kertas dari laci nomor dua. mungkin menulis akan menuntaskan semuanya, pikirnya. dalam hati ia berjanji, tidak akan ada waktu terbuang karena sosok itu  lagi setelah ia menumpahkan segala perasaannya dalam kata-kata.

untukmu, assalamualaikum.

surat ini akan sampai, entah bagaimana caranya, dan aku tak pernah meragukan Ia sang Maha Segala. jikapun tak berwujud kertas, surat ini akan sampai sebagai pemahaman dalam hatimu. kurasa aku tahu kau tahu ada yang berbeda dari sikapku. jangan pernah anggap itu sesuatu, karena itu benar-benar bukan apa-apa (dan kamu juga bukan siapa-siapa). hal paling realistis yang saat ini aku pikirkan adalah, mungkin saja Ia sedang mengujiku melalui kamu. jadi, aku pun akan berusaha untuk bersikap realistis juga, dengan tidak menganggap hal yang saat ini terjadi sebagai kejadian luar biasa. ini alami, ini manusiawi, dan sebagaimana segala sesuatu di alam ini, ia fana. aku bisa jamin itu. dan aku akan bersikap biasa, karena lama-kelamaan semua juga akan berjalan seperti biasa jika aku tidak melebih-lebihkan, iya kan? teruslah bersikap sewajarmu karena akupun akan melakukan hal yang sama. biasanya aku bertemu karakter dari buku kemudian menjumpainya di dunia nyata. dan kamu sedikit berbeda, aku menemukanmu di dunia nyata. belum, belum ada buku dengan karakter sepertimu. mungkin hal itu yang membuatku sedikit terganggu hingga susah tidur. aku akan berusaha menemukan bukumu, kalau tidak mungkin aku sendiri yang akan menulisnya. haha, bercanda. sudahlah, setelah ini tolong pergi saja, aku sungguh-sungguh butuh istirahat. 

sampai jumpa! wassalamualaikum.

ia melipat lembar kertas itu, melemparnya ke tempat sampah dibalik pintu. esok ketika berangkat kuliah bibi akan membuangnya ke luar, semoga saja esok pikiran tentang sosok itu juga berhenti menghantui. ia merebahkan diri ke kasur dan memejamkan mata, masih ada namanya, sosoknya pun masih terlihat samar, kemudian ia terjatuh menuju alam bawah sadar. nama dan sosok itu hilang. entah sementara atau bertahan cukup lama.