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Imaginary letter for Wi

Dear Wi ... hhhhhhh, jadi kangen cerita2 sama kamu, dan lama kita gak ketemu ya. Terakhir ketemu di Jogja pun garing pisan, basa basi banget. Salah ku kali yak :), kalau aku kecewa ama seseorang, susah banget buat mengembalikan kepercayaan yang telanjur hilang itu.

Wi, aku pengen tanya sama kamu, what is your life for? Pertanyaan yang sama ... selalu pertanyaan itu ... dari dulu ... terus ... dan terus ... Stuck on the same question, why I am here right now?

Wi ... pernah gak kecewa sama orang, sama hidup kamu, mungkin sama Tuhan, lalu muncul pertanyaan semuanya untuk apa, sampai kapan bakal begini terus, apa sesuatu bakal berubah? Pasti pernah ya ... kamu pernah cerita tentang itu beberapa tahun yang lalu, kamu tanya, kenapa Benny harus meninggal, kenapa kamu harus kena typus, kenapa harus gundul, etc, etc. Wi, kamu menemukan jawabannya gak?

Mungkin pada dasarnya semua orang itu sama ya. Sekitar sebulan yll, teman ku tanya hal yang sama ke aku. "Habis operasi empedu ini, apa lagi ya Mit?. Kepala udah benjol, kaki udah dipermak, ginjal juga dah pernah cuci darah." "Apa kejadiannya berulang tiap 3 tahun sekali ya?"

Hehe, kalau aku liat kalian, mungkin kalian boleh nge-judge aku kurang bersyukur kali ya. Dengan segala yang aku punya, dibandingkan dengan beban yang kalian alami, aku masih aja bertanya, kenapa harus gini, kenapa harus gitu :)

Tapi masih Wi, masih tetep ... pertanyaan yang sama ... why I am stuck here ... dah gitu, ditambah rasa sepi Wi, sepi sekali rasanya. Aku selalu bilang, gak boleh bergantung sama orang lain, either pasangan atau sahabat :) ... tapi rasanya sepiii banget.

Tau apa yang aku lakukan untuk ngilangin sepi itu Wi? Renang sampai capee bgt :) Oh ya Wi, ada satu lagi kesibukan baru buat ngilangin sepi itu. Aku ikutan teman kantorku ngajar anak2 kecil tiap Sabtu pagi, sayangnya jauh Wi, di Kelapa Gading. Aku lagi nyobain, berapa lama aku bisa betah dan bertahan di situ.

Ah, bosen ah mellow mellow gak jelas gini. Tar aku mo cari sesuatu yang lucu buat posting :) ... mumpung Jumat, jam makan siangnya lama ... hehehe ...

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