Lebaran di Cilacap, Yin...

Yin, lebaran nanti kita main ke Cilacap. Pagi-pagi ke Teluk Penyu. Pakai jaket kuningmu itu. Naik motor ke ujung Areal 70. Liat matahari terbit. Tapi jangan lama-lama, bisa masuk angin ibumu.

Beli serabi di deket brug Menceng buat Atung dan Uti. Mampir sarapan lontong opor di depan SMA Yos. Pernah ke Pasar Saliwangi, Yin? Pasti belum. Nanti kita ke sana juga. Liat-liat ikan yang nggak pernah ada di gerobak sayur manapun di Bekasi.















Agak siangan, kita bujuk Atung untuk nganter kita ke Nusakambangan. Nggak usah lama-lama. Sesorean aja. Uti pasti nggak setuju, takut kamu item. Tapi biarlah, kita ajak juga kalo perlu. Nanti kita naik feri dari Wijayapura. Cuma sebentar kok, kaya waktu kita nyeberang dari Foreshore ke Stockton dulu. Nggak usah ke Permisan, kejauhan. Main-main aja di Limusbuntu. Cari buah kersen. Kalo haus beli es kelapa muda. Nggak usah khawatir kalau lapar, ibumu pasti sudah menyiapkan ransel makanan cukup buat seminggu.


Sore kita pulang pake perahu tongkang. Kalau kamu masih belum cape, kita jalan ke alun-alun. Bawa tikar, kita duduk di rumput. Lihat kendaraan yang seliweran sambil makan kacang rebus. Mau balon? Boleh. Tapi jangan di lepas ya? Bapakmu ini nggak punya sayap.

Sabar, Yin. Tiga minggu lagi.

Just Outside Auchmutty

It's pretty quiet now. Save for the steady humming of what I suspect to be a large air conditioner stowed somewhere. The occasional rustling of the leaves would tell you that the possums are coming down to feed on a nearby garbage bin. Charming animals, these nocturnal marsupials. Occasionally, my fellow allnighters would come out here for a cigarette, hoping that it will jack up their system. Hoping that, for example in my case, it will help figure out why a company pursuing a related diversification strategy would opt for multi-divisional structure or whether works council is better than traditional unions.

Come daytime, people would come and go. Banters exchanged, opinions offered. Some New Age guys sell veggy lunches between 11 and 2 on the far end. In summer, squadrons of white cockatoos would insist on having their say up there in the trees. Noises. Lots of them.

But it's quiet now. And they are all behind me. It's time to go home.