Long Story Short

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Suatu hari, engkau memintaku untuk memilih Lalu memlilah Memilih, mana baju-baju yang akan dipakai di perjalanan tersebut "Tatakan baju Bapak," begitu ujarmu Memilah, mana yang harus dipakai bertamu dan bersantai di rumah Lengkap dengan sarung dan handuk Tak lupa pun perlengkapan bersih diri

Suatu hari, engkau memintaku untuk mengambil Lalu mengemas

Mengambil tas yang dirasa cukup untuk bepergian Mengemas satu demi satu yang telah dipilih dan dipilah

Buk, inikah ujungnya dari tiap pintamu? Tak sampai hati aku mengulangnya

Entah sudah tas keberapa yang kukemasi untuk Bapak Mana tahu, suatu hari nanti, waktunya aku yang mengemasi duniawiku

Oh, Ibuk, was this how you feel when I raised my voice? I ate lunch at home--all by myself Oh Ibuk, was this how you feel when ate at home alone? It felt lonely and I cried during my lunch--suddenly I miss you Oh Ibuk, was your heart shattered because of what I did?

I hoped you forgave me, Ibuk

Mom, how would I do this life without you? None of the days passing by without feeling shattered It is so hard, even 94:5-6 can't strengthen me enough Or even so, the 2:155-156 shed my tears even more

There's up and down(s) Only a few times, I feel okay Some other times--most of the time, I don't And this song played randomly on a Monday afternoon outside the office, the day I feel heavier than the other days Our photos are always clear, never blur, blurred, or blurry But the life I face now, is.

Rasanya sering kita berharap. Benar demikian bukan? Berharap pada manusia.

Waiting For anything--everything

What in heaven, you suddenly passed by without any clear interaction. We were at your room and you said, "your wallet has some sharp edges."

Mom, if only I knew it would be this short, I would do things differently

Mom, if only I knew it would be this short, I would willingly change the diapers all over again

Mom, if only I knew it would be this short, I would be happy to fix the catheter again and again—more than three times a night

Mom, if only I knew it would be this short, I would sleep with you by my side—not to care about you woking up each time you felt my presence

Mom, if only I knew it would be this short, I would not cross the Java to do my work—on that day

Tapi dada ini masih terasa sesak

Ternyata rasa sakitnya tetap ada

You were the first thing I remember, then turned to be the second thing

Seperti baru saja terjadi

Padahal sudah hampir seratus hari

Belum selesai salam pada rakaat terakhir

Sudah mengucur deras air mataku

Menjadi makmum dari Pak Rektor

Melempar ingatanku pada hari itu

Saat Pak Rektor periode sebelumnya mengajak Ibuk dan Bapak berfoto