Freezing Night

That night was freezing.

The thought of her mom's sweet potato bake, her dog Booboo, or her warm blanket that she just washed this morning comforted her a little bit. "You can do it," she said to herself.

Fresh blood was dripping in every holes of her body; everything is painful, even just breathing seems to hurt. How long had it been she walking? Her legs weakened, she didn't have any strength left until she saw a group of people sitting around campfire.

Was she hallucinating?

She could hear someone screamed as her body fell to the ground. Before she closed her eyes, she vowed to herself she would take revenge for anyone who caused her pain.

3 months and 27 stitches later..

She had already reported those fuckers to police but she never knew the process to let them rot in jail was so long. Too long. It was exhausting, physically and mentally, and she honestly was so done with everything.

They said that time heals all wounds, but does it even matter when the scars are still fucking there? It didn't help the fact she couldn't sleep at night without the prescribed pills. The painful memory from that cursing night was still replayed on her mind like a broken record. Again and again.

Setangkai Ilalang Terakhir

Setelah sarapan pagi bersama istri dan anak-anakku, aku membaca koran di ruang santai keluarga. Sesasaat kemudian, ada seseorang yang memencet bel pagar depan. Istriku yang duduk di sebelahku dengan sigap berdiri, tetapi kuhentikan memberi isyarat padanya untuk duduk lagi.
Dengan langkah gontai aku menuju ruang tamu dan membuka pintu. Segera kuhampiri sosok yang berdiri di balik pagar rumahku yang setengah terbuka. Dari dekat kulihat seorang pria tua yang kemungkinan berusia 70 tahunan dengan tahi lalat di dagunya membawa sebuah kardus persegi panjang berukuran sedang. Pria tua itu tersenyum ramah padaku.
“Bapak mencari siapa?” tanyaku dengan sopan.
“Benar ini rumah pak Adrian?” jawabnya masih dengan senyum ramah terhias di wajahnya. Entah kenapa senyum itu mengingatkanku pada seseorang di masa lalu.

disaster

she’s a storm

he comes like a thunder

together, they create a perfect match

but also a disaster