Goodbye Felicia

Woken up to empty side against the morning sun
as she feels the wind of May blowing through the window she forgot to close last night.
A glass of beer from yesterday, if not days ago, still on the table beside her bed.
No wonder you keep telling her lazy and slouchy.
Grabs her phone.
Still no text, no call.
Maybe this time she really have to give up.
Move out and move on.

No tears left to cry.
She already dried it out since 3 days ago.
Her chest is full with words she wants to yell to you.
and a plan to do any violence act to you, if possible.

How she hates being a hopeless romantic,

if she never fit in a love story.

How she hates being locked away without a proper goodbye.
But hey, it's written in her name anyway.
Felicia, the girl everyone says goodbye to.
How she hates making a new start,
when she is not even sure if she has reached the ending.

Felicia got packs of cigarette now, all for her own
no longer need your smoke to choke her up.
You make a call at 3 A.M just to make sure she knows you still awake.
Guess what?
She doesn't care anymore.

Obrolan Sore Seru Ibu

“Bu Agus sudah 3 bulan tidak datang arisan.”
“Anaknya sedang sakit.”
“Sakit apa? Lama sekali sampai 3 bulan.”
“Bukan anaknya. Suaminya …”
“Pak Agus sakit?”
“Ehh, bukan begitu. Suami Bu Agus sepertinya sedang terlibat kasus. Tempo hari aku lihat ada polisi datang ke rumahnya.”
“Lho, polisi itu bukannya menantu Bu Agus?”
“Bu Agus memang punya menantu polisi, tapi bukan yang itu. Aku yakin.”
“Mama aku mau minum susu.”, seorang balita merengek pada ibunya. Menyela obrolan sore si ibu dengan ibu-ibu komplek lainnya.