Siang itu sungguh panas dan aku pun mengurungkan niatku untuk pergi menepati janji. "Sudahlah, tunda saja nanti malam ya." rujukku di pesan singkat itu. Tak lama setelahnya, "Oke" jawabnya singkat, tanpa embel-embel gombalan anak labil jaman sekarang. Setidaknya aku tahu, itulah dia. Dia yang aku suka dengan segala ke-simpel-an yang ia punya.

Dan disana, di bawah meja baca, kotak kayu seukuran kardus sepatu, tergeletak jarang aku indahkan, tiba-tiba terasa sangat menarik untuk diperhatikan. Sembari menunggu matahari agak tenang, ku buka lagi kotak itu. Sudah berdebu. Ukiran tulisan berantakan "masa lalu" itu sudah sedikit terkaburkan oleh sarang laba-laba yang telah ditinggalkan sang pemiliknya. Ternyata nasib kotak kayu dan sarang itu kurang lebih sama. Sama-sama sudah terlupakan pemiliknya, entah sudah berapa lama.
Aku mulai berusaha membuka grendel kunci yang agaknya sudah hampir berkarat. Dan menemukan apa yang dulu pernah kusimpan, dan kukunci rapat. Bukti masa laluku. Sekotak bunga kering, tiket film kencan pertama, secarik kertas lusuh dengan tulisan berantakan, sebuah origami manis berbentuk hati, dan sebuah amplop hitam. Untunglah tidak ada foto di sana, jadi aku tidak perlu ikut membongkar memori yang ada di otakku. Tapi mau tak mau, akhirnya harus ku bongkar juga ingatan-ingatan itu dengan menilik satu-per-satu barang dalam kotak itu.

Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing

Especially when I have to watch other people kissing

And I remember when you started to call me your miss's

All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses 

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난, 울면 돼? 진짜 너무해. 용도없는, 알아. 그냥.
하지만..

포기 안해!!! 지금은 안돼!!!

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 I was in mess, then so did this post come to be. I apologize for the messing grammar and words. *bows*

About my previous post Heart's a Mess, I was inspired by a friend of mine that making a story based on lyrics. Her name's Dessy, and here's her blog: Purple Daisy. I read a post of her about a story which she made from a song lyrics. And I love it. She told a story from her point of view, that made the song itself came alive. Isn't that all about a song, to tell you a story, and so did she.
Since I'm pretty much interested in such writing things, I guess I want make some from my perspective. So here there is, my first post, my first story, my first prosa tag. :D
However, I made it in Bahasa Indonesia because my lack of ability in writing some English literature, sorry for the inconvenience. Hope you can enjoy. :)

P.S.: tante desiii...aku mengadaptasi idemu yaaaa.... :*

Adios! ^^

“Plakkk!!” sebuah sapaan hangat dari tangan mungil wanita itu cukup membuat pipimu merona. Dia sempat memakimu lalu secepat kilat meninggalkanmu terdiam di sana, sendiri. Sempat kau lihat bayanganmu di kaca air matanya, namun tak pernah kau indahkan itu. Setidaknya itu yang aku lihat dari matamu. Dari sekian banyak hal serupa olehmu.

~ Pick apart pieces of your heart

Let me peer inside

Let me in, where only your thoughts have been

Lalu kali ini kulihat kau termenung. Diam. Menatap kosong segelas es kopi yang sedari sejam lalu kau pesan, yang sepertinya enggan kau minum. Lalu kau mulai menerawang jauh ke dalam gelapnya minumanmu. Mencoba menengok masa lalumu. Mencoba mengingat setiap luka yang ada. Membuatnya hidup kembali, luka-luka itu. Dan aku melihatmu bibirmu bergumam lirih, “Sudahlah” kemudian kamu tersenyum satir.

~ Your heart’s a mess,

You won’t admit to it

You don’t get burned, ‘cause nothing gets through

It makes it easier, easier on you

But that much more difficult for me

To make you see..

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It's my late post, continuing Dopamine Booster: Round 1 - Myeong Ga post before. After eating lunch at Myeong Ga, we headed to Ciwalk. Kak Avi said that she wanted to buy some toast at Roppan. Kak Avi and I had almost bought some before, but it wasn't so convenience at that time, so we ended up saving that for another time. Finally, we've got a chance to go there, even though our stomach were already full. But there's always an empty space for dessert right? ;)

Roppan stands for Roppongi Pan, which means "bread that bring happiness" (if I'm not mistakenly recall it. CMIIW). And surely it does. There are a lot of kind of toast at Roppan, I couldn't remember one by one. But one thing for sure, they're all tempting! They were all displayed near the cashier so the customer can chose anything they like through its display shelves then being served right away.

Since we split ways because some circumstances, Kak Avi and I riding a public transportation came earlier than others, so we ordered first. We ended up ordering a Honey Toast Matcha Matcha, a lychee tea, and a peach tea. Honey Toast is a signature dish from Roppan, it's a big chunk of toast bread's crust as a place to put the contents. The contents itself consist of toasted bread (the white part) with honey spread all over it, and on the top of it, there're 3 scoop of green tea ice cream with almond, sweet red bean sauce, and dark chocolate as toppings. It's served with green chocolate paste on each corner of the plates.

Honey Toast Matcha Matcha

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