Novemberain
Her yesterday's midnight driving |
She's just a little girl who's growing up in a big city. Sometimes she lives in the poems, but sometimes she doesn't even know how to speak the words. She just doesn't want to, exactly. Because sometimes the words just can't help. Sometimes keeping everything in the deepest hole of her heart is the best way. No matter how blissful or painful it is, when her mind is getting overwhelmed and her soul's craving the rest, she just takes a breath, closes her eyes, and makes it silent. The pain, the past, have strenghtened her since the days of dry season few years ago. Last night she realized that it's already wet one. The sixth, since she met the start of her love-life journey. Last night, when she was running out of words, she stared at the drizzle. She freezed the raindrops by her camera as recalling the movie she had just watched. The dialogues, the plots... she just couldn't... . Oh well, she cried. Comparing the novel, the movie, and her life. She couldn't say a word. The movie said it all perfectly. It's not June. It's literally 'Hujan Bulan November'. She can turn out her feeling into the stanza, but she just doesn't want to. Sometimes the pictures she took, the frozen moment, the silence, including the rain, are able to represent what she wants to express. No need the words. She's drifting with the Novemberain.
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Penggalan dari buku Hujan Bulan Juni yang setiap kalimatnya ditayangkan, dibacakan secara fasih dalam film:
Bagaimana mungkin seseorang memiliki keinginan untuk mengurai kembali benang yang tak terkirakan jumlahnya dalam selembar sapu tangan yang telah ditenunnya sendiri. Bagaimana mungkin seseorang bisa mendadak terbebaskan dari jaringan benang susun-menyusun, silang-menyilang, timpa-menimpa dengan rapi di selembar sapu tangan yang sudah bertahun-tahun lamanya ditenun dengan sabar oleh jari-jarinya sendiri oleh kesunyiannya sendiri oleh ketabahannya sendiri oleh tarikan dan hembusan napasnya sendiri oleh rintik waktu dalam benaknya sendiri oleh kerinduannya sendiri oleh penghayatannya sendiri tentang hubungan-hubungan pelik antara perempuan dan laki-laki yang tinggal di sebuah ruangan kedap suara yang bernama kasih sayang. Bagaimana mungkin.
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-PR
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