Tamu-tamuan.
Lebaran euy. Lebaran…Rasanya udah sedekat di depan halaman. Yang sudah berkeluarga pasti sibuk masak, sibuk dengan persiapan. Minuman, makanan, hiasan, semua dirancang tepat-tepat seperti ingin pameran. Supaya kalau tetangga atau sanak saudara bertamu, mereka bisa merasa nyaman. Siapa tahu…bisa jadi topik arisan bulan depan. “Iya lo, jeng, rumah Bu Ini itu enak lho.’ atau ‘Jeng kueh yang waktu itu bikin atau beli? Enak lho, saya jadi pengen juga nih pesan.’ Sedikit pujian sana sini, nggak pa-pa juga untuk sentuhan kemanusiaan dan bukti nyata tersiarnya semangat kekeluargaan. Yang belum, sibuk memikirkan bagaimana caranya supaya bisa nongkrong sama teman-teman. Males banget main tamu-tamuan. Apalagi kalau topik bahasannya membosankan. Biasanya seputar ‘kapan’. Dan itu sudah jaminan. Kapan nikahan. Kapan punya momongan. Kapan lulus-lulusan. Kapan ujian semesteran. Kapan cari kerjaan. Kapan…kapan…kapan… Gue sering mengalihkan pembicaraan dengan memuji kehebatan tuan rumah yang mengerjakan semuanya sendirian. Karena kan pembantu pada pulang ke kampung halaman. Biasanya mereka langsung nggak sabaran. Untuk cerita masa-masa perjuangan, keluar masuk pasar bawa belanjaan. Berkutat di dapur menyiapkan berbagai penganan dan masakan. Belum lagi rumah yang harus dibersihkan dari dalam hingga ke halaman. Malu lah, kalau nggak bersih, nanti pasti jadi omongan. Malu lah kalau makanan nggak heboh, nanti pasti jadi bahan gunjingan. Saking sibuknya, ‘Aduuuhhh…sebentar ya, aku belum sempat dandaaann…!’
Pasar pun heboh. Semua harga barang pokok naik! Oooh…! Adoooh…Mahalnyaa daging, ati, tepung, minyak, bawang, ayam, beras, telur, gula, kelapa ya Allaaaaaaaaaah… Padahal harus bikin rendang. Kalau tidak, mertua bisa tidak senang. Padahal harus bikin opor dan sambal goreng ati buat diantar ke tetangga biar kesannya baik hati. Padahal harus bikin berbagai cemilan, kue, penganan kecil buat tamu-tamu dan anak-anak yang mau nonton tipi sambil ngemil. Padahal harus bikin opor ayam yang lebih enak dari pada bikinan si saudara ipar di Lebaran tahun kemarin. Belum lagi…harus ke mal beli baju baru…Ya allahh….
ASTAGA!!! Baju baru! Betul juga itu! Hampir lupa aku. Pakai baju baru. Penting hukumnya hampir fardhu. Kata…kata orang-orang tua dari jaman dulu. Sesuai semangat dari hari yang fitri di mana semuanya kembali bersih. Putih. Cerahnya menghilangkan rasa sedih. Sedih karena kita sudah tidak lagi berpuasa. Sehingga bisa kembali berbuat dosa. Dan kebingungan soal pahala. Oalah… manusia, manusia…
Lebaran euy, Lebaran. Ingat di jalan jangan ugal-ugalan. Jangan pula parkir dan berenti beli kembang sembarangan. Karena itu mengganggu kenyamanan sesama pengguna jalan. Atau marah-marah waktu kita semua terjebak di kemacetan. Karena itu risiko mempererat semangat kekeluargaan. Saling kunjung sanak saudara dan handai taulan dan mereka yang sudah dikuburkan. Yang nggak mungkin ditamuin kalau nggak Lebaran. Maka, waktu terjebak macet, justru harus dimanfaatkan. Buat saling ngobrol lebih dalam kayak orang baru kenalan. Telpon-telponan atau sms-an. Dari saling flirting sama gebetan, sampai maaf-maafan sama teman.
Yang penting harus bisa jaga kesabaran dan menjaga semangat kebersamaan. Karena itu lah inti dari Lebaran. Mempersatukan yang terpisahkan. Dari keseharian yang penuh kesendirian, ke-aku-an. Dan sering jauh dari ke-Tuhanan. Selain juga menjadi seperti terlahir kembali karena hatinya telah disucikan. Dibersihkan. Dimaafkan. Dan sudah memaafkan.
Lebaran euy, Lebaran. Inget jaman kecil diajak ikut tamu-tamuan. Terus terang gue sama adik gue sih paling nggak betahan. Duduk manis lama-lama tanpa kegiatan. Akhirnya ujung-ujungnya malah ngabisin kueh dan cemilan. Paling sebel kalau ortu lama dan nggak pulang-pulang. Rasanya pengen naik taksi dan ngabur tanpa bilang. Soalnya kalau bilang dulu pasti disuruh dengerin mantra ’sebentar’. ‘Sebentar lagi ya, nggak enak sama yang punya rumah.’ atau ‘Sebentar ya, sudah sana liat ikan dulu.’ Sebentar lagi, tiga rumah kemudian. Kami masih juga belum pulang. Padahal mulut sudah lelah melemparkan senyuman dan perut sudah nggak kuat lagi nampung, cemilan, minuman dan makanan. Kalau sudah begitu, adik gue makin nggak betahan. Kekeh minta pulang sampai dapet cubitan. Yang langsung bikin dia jejeritan. Kesempatan untuk jadi berlebihan. Supaya ortu langsung minta pamitan.
Sekarang adik gue udah nggak bisa dikasih cubitan. Walaupun masih nggak sabaran kalau harus ikut tamu-tamuan. Tapi dia sudah menikah dan belum ada momongan. Astaga…sasaran empuk di session ‘Kapan’ kalau Lebaran. Untung gue belum menikah walau sekarang sudah pacaran. Jadi gue sama adik gue bisa kompakan kalau kita masuk ke session ‘Kapan’. Bikin berbagai jawaban kreatif sambil senyum-senyum mencurigakan. Kalau yang sudah kenal kami pasti cuma geleng kepala keheranan sambil cekikikan. Kalau yang belum biasanya jadi merenung kepikiran. Dan menduga, mungkin kami gila atau semakin ‘kebarat-baratan’.
Hhh….Lebaran eh, Lebaran. Sampai kapan kau akan disalahartikan?
Uncategorized | Comment (0)The Kimono Act
the kimono knew
that i sat there hesitated for a while
thought that I was insane and
decided to pull a tummy ache stunt
so i could go home
the kimono saw
that he reached for the edge of the bed
whispered in my ear
and kissed my nape softly
ran his fingers on my shoulder
the kimono felt
when it fell off my shoulders
hugged my waist hopelessly
pulled off of me completely
before sprawling listlessly on the floor
the kimono heard
that i felt sexy
because he made me
made me very ready
oh yes yes baby baby
the kimono, o where is the kimono
on the floor, i thought so i thought so
gimme 35 frames then i’ll go
lemme kiss you one last time, tu es tres beau
i really wished you had been in the photo
your skin, my skin
our flesh in spin
we’d make shapes that have no mean
and artwork that sends such spleen
because it’s full of skin skin skin
where’s that kimono?
It’s time for me to go
thank you for the photos
sssh! it’s our secret, tres beau
only us, and the kimono know
The Really Smelly Woman
The Really Smelly Woman walks on by
Heads turn and noses are blocked
The Really Smelly Woman walks on
To buses, to trains, to downtown and
straight to uptown
Enters her office and says
‘Good morning, everyone.’
Already in unison, hands are up
to the nose, to the nose
no one looks up but
in unison everyone says
‘Good morning!’
And The Really Smelly Woman walks on by
To her cubicle and her chair so far back
In the corner of the office
So far back in the corner of social range
So no one can smell her
When she leans back on her chair
After a hard day’s work
After a quiet lunch alone
But The Really Smelly Woman disappears
She doesn’t walk through that door
She doesn’t pass on the bad odor
But in unison already, hands are up
To the nose, to the nose.
In unison all say,
‘Good morning’ everyday.
No one knows that it has been 5 days
The Really Smelly Woman disappears
Into the corner of her cubicle
Leaning back on her seat, head facing up
Like it’s been one of her hard day’s work
Not breathing no more
And smelling worst than ever
She had an attack
And her heart had been whacked
She left no news no lover no one
But it was the smell, it was the smell
That she left like a bad debt
And when people talk about her
In unison they raise their hands
To the nose, to the nose
For they would swear that
Right on cue, right on cue
The Really Smelly Woman seemed to reappear
Not in person but in a scent so sheer
Yet so stubborn, seems like it’d never disappear
The Modern Pattern Of The Polkadot Mind
Dear Lord,
I want to know why you spare us the idiots? Are they here so that we can feel better that we’re not one of them? Or is it because they’ve grown unexpectedly so dumb that even You, don’t want them around dead or alive? I don’t and won’t question Your magnificent establishment of the world and the universe, but out of all the celestially magnificent creations You dolled out of your fingertips, I’d say I have to question The Idiots. They bear no resemblence whatsoever to the essence of You, and they insult the very existence of mankind and ridicule the very idea of a brain.
They are literally making it look like it’s not there, and the idea of brain is just plain hoax. Therefore, I beg You, Lord, to retrieve The Idiots to the last drop of sperm from this Earth, or any other place You misplaced them (which seem to me, you put one in every 2 meters away), before they manage to multiply any further as so far they had now, to the unsurmountable amount that could even create a whole new cosmos. I’m concern Lord, that shall any of this multiplying business continue, it would create more havoc and scepticism as to Your Own Almighty Existence, because after all, what the whole world knows is that You Lord, created them in the first place. Yeah, yeah…I know, what cute babies they had been…until they grew up, eh?
I know I haven’t lived long enough to judge, but Lord, You had blessed me with enough sensitivity to detect and identify The Idiots. And I can’t help but notice that they’re existence is more and more obvious. They have pledged to be noticed, and seem to be proud of being one.
So Lord, I’m begging You. Which I’m sure You had already known this, to stop being lazy and have more faith in what You can create. Beautiful things, such as Nature, and Flora, and Fauna, you know, I really dig what You did with the Deep Sea creatures? Awesome! Yeah, You know, create more of those transparent translucent darlings with neon glow glittering all about them. Good for Science’s sake and for Knowledge’s sake. And by God, that means You too, aren’t they inspiring for the Artists as well? See what good already they infuse just by talking about them?
I know You are the Almighty Creator of all, what You create, I guess, it’s for You to know and for all of us to find out. But here me out, Oh, Lord. For this mere mortal can only send her prayer to You and You alone. And I know, that even though I don’t say this on my regular prayer to You, Lord, You would read this in Your own Godliness way and hopefully grant it in no time.
Amen.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)13 Minutes - A Perfect Circle - Emotive
Its funny when things go wrong,
I get tired of waking
For all the things I’ve loved before
I’m tired of breaking
Good things are far ahead, yeah
but my patience is shaking
Only 13 minutes left,
but is it worth waiting..
Would you care for me
cause I’m tired
Tired of all this life
Would you care for me
cause I feel like..
I’ve been cut inside
It’s blatant to feel so wrong
to get hurt by the taking
everything that I’ve said before
I hesitate saying
I’m crawling fast ahead, yeah
the pace that I’m making
Only 13 minutes left
but it’s not worth waiting..
Would you care for me
cause I’m tired
Tired of all this life
Would you care for me
cause I feel like..
I’ve been cut inside