#dstories

Matahari. Langit. Angin. Terik. Awan. Sunyi.

Sepertinya hari itu adalah hari yang paling tenang. Aku bisa dengan jelas mendengar ributnya angin yang saling mengejar. Terik matahari? Tentu saja ia lebih sejuk jika dirasakan dari sini. Sengaja aku memaksa tubuhku untuk bisa memanjat batu hingga yang paling tinggi sebisaku. Aku ingin yang paling tinggi. Aku ingin yang paling atas. Aku ingin meraih keheningan itu. Dari atas sini jiwaku menyatu. Jiwaku sangat manja dengannya. Berlaga seperti kawan lama yang tiba-tiba bertemu. Berbeda rasanya, namun akrab sekali. Alam, tiada yang paling indah selain menyatu dengan alam. Ukiran indah oleh Tuhan lebih terasa dari atas ini. Setiap goresannya tidak ada yang gagal. Tentu saja aku mengabadikannya dalam sebuah.. gambar. 

Terima kasih Prinka, seorang sobat yang telah memotretnya saat aku sedang berada pada titik yang paling tenang. Subhanallah. Thank you Allah.

I know I say my dad is shit. He is. He used to not be like this and the coma he was in could be blamed for this. But there's just no getting used to this asshole. Today I asked my mom if I looked a bit like Natalie Dormer. She couldn't remember what she looked like, which is norm stuff for my mom. Then my dad said "All I know was that she was hot."

Okay, I know I'm an adult, but still, saying creepy pervy old man things to your daughter is a fucking NO NO! As I left the room I told him that in this situation his opinion didn't matter. Then I heard my mom talk to him. When I got a chance to talk to her I asked her what she said. She told him he couldn't say dirty old creepy man things in front or too me because that was just wrong! His excuse being that I was 27.

This kind of stuff has happened before. He thinks because I'm an adult it's alright to talk to me like my mom or another person. It's not and especially so, since I am emotionally stunted. There are adult situations I can handle, specially on my own, but there are just some things that I will forever react to as a six year old would.