Coffee and Contemplation - 1

  It was a pleasant evening, and I always order a Japanese iced filter whenever I spend time at this particular slow bar in Jakarta. As I sipped my 50k-something coffee, my mind began to contemplate the passage of time. Ten years ago, I only paid 18k for the same menu item, the same beans. I understand how inflation works, and I know that coffee crops depend heavily on nature to thrive. Yet, as I sat there, I realized how drastically prices have skyrocketed over the last decade—not just for coffee, but for everything. Even though my salary has increased fourfold in that time, I still feel as though my buying power has weakened. It wasn't just the price of the beans that bothered me; it was the realization that the cost of living is quietly eroding everything I’ve worked for. I won't go into the weeds of government mismanagement, but it reminded me of a scene in The Trial of the Chicago 7 , where Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s character asks Sacha Baron Cohen’s about his contempt for hi...

lluvia #11

Aku masih di sini.
Masih dalam diam menatapmu.
Karena kata tak lagi berarti.
Karena korteks otak perlahan mati.

Aku masih menangis sendiri.
Meratapi pilu ketika kamu berkali kali pergi.
Karena aku tau takkan pernah ada lain kali.
Tak peduli meski kita belum mati.


Ada awan mendung menggantung.
Namun tetesan hujan tak kunjung menyentuh bumi.
Ingatkah kamu pada ku, tuan?
Ku bertanya walau tau apa jawabnya.
Aku masih gadis yang sama yang dipandang hina.
Karena mencintaimu tanpa rahasia.


Aku tidak hilang, tuan.
Meski hujan belum lagi turun.
Langit selalu gelap, tiap kali aku tersilap.
Merindui mu, memutar kenangan akan mu.


Pergi. Ucap mu.
Bagaimana mungkin, tuan?
Kamu tak pernah menempatkan ku di sisi mu.
Bagaimana lagi aku hendak pergi?
Aku tak pernah berada di sana sejak pertama.


Ingatkah kamu pada ku, tuan?
Saat langit menggelap.
Saat titik pertama hujan menyentuh tanah.
Saat diam diam aku menyapa:
'apa kabar? selamat malam.'

Aku rindu.

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