[HUT RTC] Ketika Cinta Memanggilmu

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[Minggu pertama: terinspirasi puisi]

 

Aku menatap sedih undangan biru langit di atas meja. Dalam senyummu, aku melihat kesedihan yang sama. Mungkin sedang merindu, mungkin juga sedang menyesali waktu.

“Pernikahan ini sebuah transaksi yang keji, Lex,” katamu di ujung sebuah sore. “Orang tuaku akan terbebas dari utang tujuh turunan dengan pernikahan ini.”

Di antara uap kopi yang tidak pernah sama lagi, memoriku menjejak getir pada kisah-kisah kita.

Ingatkah kamu pada pohon cinta kita? Masih ingatkah kamu pada jembatan cinta kita? Pada lagu cinta kita? Pada petang-petang cinta kita?

Ah, mungkin kamu terlalu sibuk untuk mengingat semua itu kini. Dua hari lagi kamu akan menempuh “bahagia” dengannya. Bukan denganku, lelaki yang hanya bisa menjanjikan banyak cinta dan sedikit masa depan.

“Aku selalu mencintaimu, Reni. Kamu tahu itu,” sahutku, menamatkan kisah-kisah kita dengan nelangsa.

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Braakk…!

Pintu kamar kontrakanku terbuka paksa. Siapa gerangan yang….

“Reni…?”

Wajahmu muncul di ambang pintu, dengan napas tersengal dan keringat bercucuran.

“Alex, bawa aku pergi sekarang! Kita tinggalkan Jakarta, ke Kalimantan, Sulawesi, kemana saja. Aku tidak bisa hidup tanpa kamu, Lex….”

Aku terkejut, bahagia sekaligus takut. Tapi aku sadar, tak banyak waktu untuk terpekur kini.

Dalam pelukan Reni, aku mencari sebuah nomor telepon dalam handphone-ku. Nomor kawan yang bekerja di travel agent.

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Sumber Inspirasi: 

 

On Love

(Kahlil Gibran)

 

When love beckons to you, follow him,
 Though his ways are hard and steep.
 And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
 Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
 And when he speaks to you believe in him,
 Though his voice may shatter your dreams
 as the north wind lays waste the garden.

 For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
 Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
 So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

 Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
 He threshes you to make you naked.
 He sifts you to free you from your husks.
 He grinds you to whiteness.
 He kneads you until you are pliant;
 And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

 All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

 But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
 Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
 Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
 Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
 Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
 For love is sufficient unto love.

 When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
 And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

 Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
 But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
 To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
 To know the pain of too much tenderness.
 To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
 And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
 To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
 To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
 To return home at eventide with gratitude;
 And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

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