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Salah satu problem terbesar dalam hidup kita itu terkadang malah lebih fokus terhadap capaian orang lain. Sesuatu yang lebih fundamental, esensial untuk kita perhatikan dan ibrahi di setiap perjalanannya yaitu proses berkembangnya diri, justru abai bahkan 'jahat' terhadapnya. Seolah apa yang kita upayakan dan hasil yang didapatkan, tidak cukup menjadi bukti bahwa bukan hanya orang lain yang juga berjuang, namun kita juga.

Hal itulah yang juga akhirnya membuat kita jadi nggak utuh dalam memahami skenario misterius yang Allah hadirkan dan porsikan terhadap pada setiap insan. Ketika ditimpa ketertundaan, kita menganggap diri kita payah, ketika hasil tidak sesuai yang diharapkan menganggap diri bodoh dan tak berdaya.

Kita menjadi hanya fokus mengutuki pada hasil-hasil dzahir yang mampu dilihat oleh mata, tetapi lupa bahwa hasil hari ini adalah rangkaian proses yang telah kita lakukan sebelumnya, yang bahkan tidak sedikit juga yang telah dikorbankan, dan yang lebih parah adalah kita melupakan bahwa Allah memiliki takdir yang lebih arif dan bijaksana, daripada sebatas penilaian manusia yang jauh dari dua kata itu.

Maka dari itu, jika boleh urun nasihat. Jangan sampai laku tindak kita terdikte oleh manusia. Sebatas kita melangkah karena dorongan ingin membuktikan diri, mencari validasi, atau sekadar merespons pencapaian orang lain, sejatinya kendali hati kita masih dipegang oleh manusia.

Bebaskanlah diri dari belenggu itu, cukup Allah sebagai satu-satunya alasan dan muara, sehingga seberat atau seringan apa pun proses yang sedang kita lalui, semuanya utuh kita jalani karena-Nya, bukan karena manusia.

Sebagai penutup, untuk siapa pun yang hari ini merasa langkahnya tertunda, yang sedang bertanya-tanya kapan giliran saya tiba coba untuk berdamailah dengan waktumu sendiri. Berhenti menyiksa diri dengan komparasi. Hal yang harus kita lakukan saat ini adalah menundukkan kepala, kembali merapikan niat, dan meneruskan pekerjaan-pekerjaan kecil yang ada di depan mata dengan hati yang penuh penerimaan dan orientasi lurus kepada-Nya.

Wallahua'lam bish showab.

A/n: I had to write that scenario out, I'll write out more of them together but I needed to do this.

Konoha had made one catastrophic mistake was that they let you stay longer than two weeks.

At first the village thought you were harmless.

A slightly spoiled foreign princess who cried during winter, wore silk in inappropriate temperatures, and followed Iruka around like an affectionate tropical bird.

Then you discovered the neglected children and suddenly the village had a problem...a very spoiled and rich problem.

It started with Naruto because of course it would start with one of the loneliest kids.

Iruka should have known something terrible was brewing the moment he walked into Ichiraku and found you glaring at an elderly civilian hard enough to qualify as attempted murder.

Naruto sat beside you happily eating ramen completely oblivious.

“What happened?” Iruka asked cautiously.

You pointed dramatically. “That man called Naruto a demon.”

The civilian paled immediately.

Iruka sighed.

Naruto slurped noodles loudly. “I told her it happens all the time.”

You slowly turned toward Naruto with the expression of someone hearing the worst sentence imaginable. “…What.”

Naruto blinked.

Iruka immediately decided silence was the safest option.

You looked back toward the civilian, towards Naruto then back toward the civilian. "What?!"

The old man visibly sweated.

“You are a child,” you finally said softly to Naruto turning to him again.

Naruto shrugged with practiced carelessness that made something in Iruka’s chest ache.

"You will apologize." Your voice was low, then your wolves appeared. The man did of course, in stutters then soon he was running away in a puff of dust.

And that was it.

That was the exact moment you apparently decided Naruto Uzumaki belonged to you now.

The next morning Naruto was seen being dragged through the market wrapped in expensive furs while you loudly complained he was “too skinny.”

By the end of the week:

Naruto had new clothes, proper meals, an actual bedtime and had somehow acquired two enormous wolves that followed you everywhere and now guarded him like royal protectors.

And worst of all?

Naruto started calling your estate “home.”

Konoha never recovered.

Iruka rubbed his face tiredly as Kakashi casually appeared beside him atop a rooftop overlooking the chaos below.

“Your princess has acquired another one.”

Iruka looked down.

You were currently holding Sasuke Uchiha by the wrist while the poor boy stared at you with visible confusion.

“He needs emotional support,” you declared.

“I do not.”

“You live alone and look haunted.”

Sasuke looked offended.

“You glare like a widow.”

“…What does that even mean?”

Your massive white wolf leaned down and shoved its gigantic head directly into Sasuke’s side.

To everyone’s horror…Sasuke had actually pet it.

Kakashi snorted beside Iruka. “Oh that one’s definitely hers now.”

“It’s spreading,” Iruka muttered.

Because it was.

Sakura had cried one time after Ino insulted her forehead and suddenly you appeared behind her like an avenging spirit.

“That pink-haired child is mine now.” You pulled the girl to your chest.

Sakura cried harder.

Hinata stuttered nervously during a diplomatic dinner and you immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“This one is anxious. I’m taking her.”

Hiashi Hyuga nearly choked to death.

Neji looked deeply disturbed when you also claimed him fifteen minutes later.

“You glare like Sasuke,” you explained.

“That is not a valid reason.”

“It is to me...."

Gaara was somehow worse.

Nobody even knew how you managed it.

One diplomatic visit to Suna later and suddenly Gaara sat silently beside you while you brushed sand from his hair with heartbreaking gentleness.

Kankuro and Temari watched in absolute disbelief.

“…Did she just domesticate Gaara?” Kankuro whispered.

Gaara, who trusted approximately nobody, quietly held one of your wolves like an emotional support animal.

Temari stared blankly into the distance. “Oh my god.”

Back in Konoha the situation only escalated.

Because now the children followed you everywhere.

Naruto kicked open doors screaming “MOM LOOK.”

Sakura brought you flowers.

Hinata clung shyly to your sleeves.

Neji pretended he did not care while standing suspiciously close to you at all times.

Sasuke lurked nearby like an emotionally constipated cat.

Gaara only tolerated physical contact from you and your wolves.

The village elders were horrified. “You cannot simply collect children!” Homura snapped.

You gasped in offense. “I am not collecting them.”

There was a pause.

Then Naruto raised his hand proudly. “She kinda is.”

You ignored him. "These children require affection.”

“They have families!”

You pointed dramatically at Sasuke. "That one doesn’t.”

Sasuke looked almost touched despite himself.

Homura sputtered. “The Hyuga heirs certainly do!”

Hinata immediately clung tighter to your arm.

Hiashi sat nearby looking one inconvenience away from death.

Neji muttered, “I live here now.”

“You absolutely do not,” Hiashi hissed.

Your second wolf growled lowly.

Hiashi chose silence....wise choice.

"I will not stand by to let children be emotionally neglected and abused...if you wish to intervene..do take it up with my father!"

Tsunade sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose, the woman rather not wanting to deal with a diplomatic incident or go to war. "I need a drink."

Kakashi wandered up beside Iruka again watching the chaos unfold with open amusement. "Aren’t you going to stop her?”

Iruka stared at the two gigantic wolves currently sprawled around your “adopted” children like furry bodyguards from hell.

One lifted its massive head slowly, its yellow eyes locked onto him.

Iruka immediately looked away. “…I’d rather not get my throat torn out.”

“Reasonable.”

Below them Naruto was loudly arguing that he should be the favorite child.

“You are all my favorites,” you declared.

Sasuke crossed his arms. “Obviously I’m the favorite.”

“Excuse me?!” Sakura snapped.

Gaara silently sat beside you already knowing he’d won.

And somehow despite the screaming, the chaos, the wolves, and the diplomatic incidents waiting to happen, Iruka realized something.

They looked happy.

Safe.

Wanted and Loved.

Naruto’s laugh echoed through the street.

Hinata smiled without fear.

Even Sasuke looked less alone.

Iruka sighed tiredly as Kakashi patted his shoulder.

“You’re marrying her, by the way.”

Entah kenapa, sekarang aku lebih mudah tertarik pada cara seseorang berpikir daripada cara mereka terlihat.

Cara mereka memandang manusia. Cara mereka memperlakukan orang yang bahkan tidak punya apa-apa untuk ditawarkan. Cara mereka menyikapi perbedaan tanpa merasa paling benar.

Maybe that's why… beberapa orang terlihat begitu menarik di awal, lalu perlahan terasa biasa saja setelah kita mendengar isi kepalanya berbicara.

Karena pada akhirnya, being smart is common. Tapi tahu cara menjadi manusia… itu yang langka.

Dan semakin ke sini aku sadar, wajah yang indah mungkin bisa membuat seseorang dilirik sesaat… tapi cara berpikir yang dewasa, tenang, dan penuh empati... itulah yang membuat seseorang tetap tinggal di kepala orang lain lebih lama.

Sebab tidak ada yang lebih mengecewakan daripada menemukan seseorang yang terlihat menarik di luar… namun ternyata sempit saat berbicara tentang hidup dan manusia.

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Disclaimer: saya bukan penulis andal, sayapun juga gapernah menganggap diri sebagai penulis yang literally penulis. Tanda baca, penempatan kata, dsj. masih sering salah penggunaan, dan saya sadar itu, dibiarin biar otentik dan tahu perkembangan diri haha. Hanya sedikit kesal aja, sama orang-orang yang terlalu gampang anggap tulisan orang hasil AI. Andai kata itu hasil AI, yasudah ada bagusnya ambil, engga skip—selama tidak melanggar hak cipta, dsj.

Dalam misi mengembalikan em dash (—) sebagai tanda baca, penjelas dan 'estetika' dalam tulisan. Meskipun belum pernah dituduh tulisan hasil AI, cuman agak gemes orang yang gampang bgt nilai tulisan hasil AI hanya karena penulis menggunakan tanda baca tersebut.

Padahal em dash menurutku fungsinya banyak bgt, misalnya untuk memperkuat konteks, atau juga bisa agar pembaca tetap terbawa alur cerita, karena jika diganti dengan tanda kurung 'rasanya' beda, kayak kejeda. Bisa juga untuk urusan estetika, karena kalau koma, titik dua, tanda kurung bosan😄

Jadi ya buat siapapun yang mau mulai nulis ayok kita sama-sama belajar bareng. Gunakan AI sebijaknya, saya nggak anti AI, cuman kalau boleh saran gunakan AI sebijaknya, jangan untuk hal-hal yang bersifat problem solving, takutnya kalian kehilangan 'sentuhan', apa-apa jadi harus saringan pendapat AI dulu.

Your cat was a one-person cat. She hated people, except for you. Many have tried charming your stone-hearted princess, none have succeeded.

Until Simon. Sort of.

He’d never make you choose between him and your cat, but would appreciate if she stopped yowling and swatting at him just for walking in her general direction.

When you move in together, he can’t even do things in his own home without being criticized.

“Why’re mad?”

“Meow.”

“I’m putting this away.”

“Meow.”

“I live here too, you know.”

“Hissss.”

“You’re right. You’re always right.”

For someone who allegedly hates him, your cat follows Simon around everywhere, with her tail straight up in the air, too.

And she’ll complain about her own proximity to her spare human your boyfriend every chance she gets.

You’d be mindlessly staring at Man Uni and the cat would voluntarily lay on Simon’s half-asleep form. Then yowl.

“…The fuck I’d do to you?”

And she’d refuse to move.

“Get off. I don’t want you on me.”

“She’s comfy!”

“You just want to yell at me, don’t you, y’ little—“

Swat.

Simon’s wide eyed at her audacity.

Nevertheless, Simon accepts defeat, and sinks further into the couch.

“I’m sick o’ your shit, Ganondorf.”

“Meow.”

Nevertheless, it’s obvious Simon adores the cat. He senses a kindred spirit. Yeah, he knows, he tells her as he scratches her behind her neck. She allows him. He doesn’t quite like people either. Well, besides your mum, of course. He talks to your cat like she’s a grown adult person.

“Why’re mad now?”

“Meow.”

“Your mum’s in the bath. You can wait five more minutes with me, yeah?”

“Meow.”

“Y’ don’t wanna be in there with mummy.”

“Meow.”

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