Andika Hilman Pramudita

After moon. Kadang kita terlalu nyaman dengan seseorang, sampai kita meluapkan marah kita terhadap orang tersebut. Kita tidak marah pada teman-teman kita ataupun orang asing di luar sana, tetapi justru kita marah kepada orang tersayang. Kita sudah terlalu nyaman dengannya. Kita sudah menganggapnya separuh dari jiwa kita, bagian dari hidup kita, sehingga emosi itu meluap begitu saja di hadapannya. Sesungguhnya kita marah kepada diri kita sendiri. Sesungguhnya yang ingin kita bentak adalah diri kita sendiri. Sayangnya dia juga manusia. Dia juga punya perasaan dan sakit hati mendengar kata-kata pedas yang keluar dari mulut kita. Dia tetaplah manusia yang bisa terluka. Mungkin karena itu orang bilang cinta itu menyakitkan. Terkadang kita tidak tahu batas antara cinta dan benci. Memang kita benci saat marah dengannya, tetapi bukan berarti kita tidak cinta. Justru semakin kuat cinta kita, semakin besar juga benci yang dapat kita tunjukkan padanya, kebencian yang selama ini kita tutup-tut...

After Moon In a bedroom, near the window, I was there to visit a friend. He was a good friend but we were not really close, actually. He got up from his sleep and greeted me. He had a carefree attitude and relaxed which was unlike my personality. I needed his help for some reason, I guess. He was one white bed, white pillow and half of his body was under a white thick blanket while talking to me. He told me to distributes some pile of books. There was a 4-5 pile of books on that bed. They were still neatly wrapped in plastic. One pile of books contained about 4-5 books. That meant there were probably about 20 books in total. The books are big and thick. The covers were heard and plain. It was a clean and neat book, but the paper is a little bit brown. I knew that those were some textbooks and I needed to distribute them to my college mates. I put the books on the window and let it opened. There was a garden outside with green grass, a light stand, and some flowers I guess? One...