My Passion

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20 août 2013

The Story of A Blind Girl


There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her boyfriend, he was always there for her. She said that if she could see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.



One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her, and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend ask her, “now that you can see the world, will you marry me?”



The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying:


"just take care of my eyes dear"



15 juin 2013

Myth: The Origin of Sexual Orientation

The Myth of Aristophanes

Picture by Dr Tom Stockmann


In Plato’s Symposium, Aristophanes delivers his speech in the form of a myth.



A long time ago, there were three kinds of human beings: male, descended from the sun; female, descended from the earth; and androgynous, with both male and female elements, descended from the moon. Each human being was completely round, with four arms and fours legs, two identical faces on opposite sides of a head with four ears, and all else to match. They walked both forwards and backwards and ran by turning cartwheels on their eight limbs, moving in circles like their parents the planets.
As they were powerful and unruly and threatening to scale the heavens, Zeus devised to cut them into two ‘like a sorb-apple which is halved for pickling,’ and even threatened to cut them into two again, so that they might hop on one leg. Apollo then turned their heads to make them face towards their wound, pulled their skin around to cover up the wound, and tied it together at the navel like a purse. He made sure to leave a few wrinkles on what became known as the abdomen so that they might be reminded of their punishment.
After that, human beings longed for their other half so much that they searched for it all over and, when they found it, wrapped themselves around it very tightly and did not let go. As a result, they started dying from hunger and self-neglect, and Zeus took pity on them, and moved their genitals to the front so that those who were previously androgynous could procreate, and those who were previously male could obtain satisfaction and move on to higher things.
This is the origin of our desire for other human beings; those of us who desire members of the opposite sex were previously androgynous, whereas men who desire men and women who desire women were previously male or female. When we find our other half, we are ‘lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy’ that cannot be accounted for by a simple desire for sex, but rather by a desire to be whole again, and restored to our original nature. Our greatest wish, if we could have it, would then be for Hephaestus to melt us into one another so that our souls could be at one, and share in a common fate.


Adapted from Plato's Shadow
Source: http://ancienthistory.about.com/od/sciencemedicine/a/072309SoulMates.htm


13 juin 2013

The Mysterious Guy

There was a man I had been watching for the past few weeks
I called him 'the mysterious guy'
This man catched my attention
Every evening I passed the park, he was always there
He sat on bench in the corner, right under the lamppost
It was a quite place
I wondered why he was always there
Was he hidding from the crowd?

As long as I started to watch him, 
I had never saw him sitting there with a company
His laptop and the cigaratte were his only friend
I could see the light of the screen through his eyes
It seemed like he poured his soul in it
Sometimes when he got bored, he ruffled his hair
Honestly, he's cute with his hair messed up

'Who is this mysterious guy?' I thought
Every single time I saw him, he made me even more curious 
There were so many 'whys' inside my head
I started to play the guessing game 
And making any possible scenarios on my mind
But still, I couldn't find the true answer 

When I was passing by the park, I always took the further route
Only to see him
Well, I never really talked to him
Everytime, it's just a moment of glance
I glimpsed at him with the tip of my eyes
Other way, I would sit at the other side of the park
He wouldn't realize me because it's quite a distance
Somehow when you find something unique and alluring,
you just can't take your eyes of it
And that's what happened to me

I live such a happy life
Of course there're still ups and downs
But overall I think my life can't be any better
That's why I am attracted to him, the mysterious guy
Because I'm not familiar with this type of people
Those who keep so many secrets, pretty much introvert, and lonesome
Somehow I felt like he was lack of something
A missing piece to complete the puzzle
The anxiety that brought an emptiness to his life
Perhaps he was hurt by his beloved one and lost the one he loved?
Or maybe disappointed by someone? Or even betrayed?
  
By the expression on his face, I could feel the disappointment
He seemed to be weary
He was tired with his routine
He might haven't found a thing to be persued
Through his eyes, I could see the loneliness
Definitely, once he had someone he loved but now she's gone
Maybe he now closes his heart for the new love because he is too scared to be hurt again
If you ask him about his life's vision,
I don't think he has one 

At certain point, I couldn't resist my feeling anymore
I gathered all the courage I had
All I knew was I wanted to talk to him
That evening, I walked down the road to the park
Again, I took the further road to the bench in the corner
I was walking quite slow, but my heart was beating even faster
When I got there and look around, it felt like my heart sunk
My eyes were fiercely looking around the area, searching for this one man
Unfortunately, I couldn't find him anywhere
Since that day, I passed the park every evening hoping that I could meet him
But he's never there..

Finally, this mysterious guy will always be a mystery for me.



Love,



Delicia

P.S. : This story is not based on true story

13 févr. 2013

Valentine's Day ; The Lonely Girl

Life is a surprise!

Hi, teman-teman mahasiswa! (greeting for the listeners)
Again, I went on air this very last Monday. Usually, I immediately post the broadcasting material on the same night. I was about to post this on Monday night, but I was just too fatigue that I went straight to the bed and slept like a dead man LOL. Anyway, I will still post the material eventough it's a bit late. But being late is better than doing nothing, right? 

On 11th Feb, I talk abouted Valentine's Day and a brief about the history. As far as I can say, the history os Valentine's Day is still unclear; there are some similar versions. But in every version of the story, these names is always been told: St. Valentinus the bishop and Claudius II as the bad guy. But sometimes history is only a history. What important now is the Valentine's Day itself. 

Valentine's Day is all about sharing love and friendship. There're many different ways to celebrate this day of love, but mostly people sending cards and giving gifts. There are also people who give flowers and chocolate for their beloved one. Well.. Shortly, that's about the Valentine.

The main thing I am about to share is not about the Valentine's Day, but it's about this story which I told on the radio. I found this story on the internet. Reading this story is like reading a teenage novel. However, this sweet unique love story did happen and that's make it special. You won't stop reading and wonder what the end's gonna be. Interesting and curious. Enjoy!



The Lonely Girl


I’ve heard a saying, that “life is a surprise”. Call me a sceptic, but I generally scoff at lines that scream something that leaves us expecting so much.
My short love story may be short on words, but it’s a story that’s filled every thought and day of my existence with happiness.
I’m a guy, a 26 year old guy who works in a job he likes. A guy who hangs out with his friends when the sun goes down, and one who, when the story begins, is still single.
I’m single, not because I want to be single. I think it’s weird to be single. Or maybe that’s what all guys think.
I’m just a guy who’s been looking high and low for that girl who can make things happen inside me.
You know, your heart stops beating just for a second, your throat goes dry, you get gooseflesh, feel a bit dizzy, and the works.
I haven’t experienced that. Most of my friends haven’t experienced that too, but they’re all going out with someone. According to them, such things happen only when you’re suffering from a high temperature.
Short love stories and my life
The story of me falling madly in love didn’t actually go as I had expected. My throat never got dry, ever. But then, I liked a girl. Of course, it wasn’t ‘love’.
Actually speaking, it wasn’t even ‘like’. As a matter of fact, I have no idea what I felt. I spend my evenings at a café, next to a huge television display they’ve now acquired, and whether I like it or not, I end up spending my time staring at it. And it bloody hell annoys me! Can’t they just junk it?
Well, and just like me, there was this cute girl who would come to the same café, and stare at the same display every day. Well, sometimes she read a book.
Or sometimes, she used to light a cigarette and look at her fumes take shape, and then disappear into non-existence. She was fascinating and pretty. But there was one difference between both of us. I came to the café with a couple of friends. She came alone. I have never seen any girl do that. Who has?
Love stories and stolen glances
We used to glance across each other now and then, but there was nothing more. No jolt.  No sweat. No knots in my stomach.
The days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to a couple of months. That’s a long time once you picture the scene outside the world of literature. Long, long ago seems so cute in a book, but an hour in a suffocating conference hall? Murder! Without actually knowing it, I was attracted to this girl. I actually admired her, and her calm, comfortable, cool as a cat persona that she brought along for company every day. Could it be love?
And then, I started the staring game. I stared at her now and then, discreetly, but in a way she knew I was glancing at her. But no deal. She just wasn’t bothered. Ouch! My ego was crushed.
A rainy evening – The perfect setting for short love stories
One evening, it rained cats and dogs, and a few frogs and fishes too. I was in the café, she walked in with an umbrella. The place was packed, and there was one seat that was empty. That was facing my table. I had half a mind to get up and call her over, but before I could make up my mind and inflate my courage, she walked to a corner table that just got cleared.
An hour later, it was still raining. In the midst of all that rain and thunder, I contemplated and coined her name, “The Lonely Girl”. The Lonely Girl had walked out a few minutes before I decided to leave. When I got outside the café, I saw her standing by the sidewalk, waiting. I walked up to her quickly, and before I knew it I had asked her if I could drop her to her place. As it was raining, I added.
She didn’t smile, she just looked at me, turned around and walked away in the rain! Under her umbrella.
My friends laughed at me. Yep, it was completely embarrassing. Even the bum on the street held back a grin. I hadn’t even heard the Lonely Girl’s voice. Pathetic, I say. The next day I saw her at the café, she was sitting by herself. Perhaps she was Calvin, and she had a Hobbes around to keep her company. I was invisible. Her smoke rings were fascinating her. She couldn’t even leave good smoke rings, what was the deal with staring at it? This happened everyday for a month.
Night out clubbing – The second chance in my love story
On another great day, I was out at a club. And wonders of wonders! She was there, with a few girl pals. Perhaps it was fate. I looked at her, she saw me and then she looked away. I walked through the crowd of dancing drunks and walked right towards her. I walked up and wanted to speak to her.
She saw me and flashed a big grin. I was shocked. I was numb. I didn’t know her mouth could move that way! And before I could think of anything, she grasped her friend’s hand and walked away to the ladies room! And I didn’t see her again that night. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her for hours after that. Perhaps even days. Because she didn’t show up at the café the next day, and many days after that. That was shocking. I started wondering if she had changed her hideout because I was stalking her.
Romantic persuasions
Two whole weeks later, I walked into the café and there she was, all radiant and bright. Gosh, I had missed her! I sat down at a table a few tables away from her. I knew I wanted to talk to her. And thank God, the café was quite empty. It was a bit too early for the horde of coffee addicts to make their entrance.
I waited until her coffee arrived. And then, I waited for her check. When her check was on the table, I walked up to her. My throat was lumpy and tight. Each step I took only made my walk to her feel further away. But I walked on. The café was empty. No harm. I could always change my hangout if she slaps me. What was I thinking, dammit!
“Hey, you can’t run away from me today. You’ve got to get your check”, I quirked.
“What?” she exclaimed before she realized she actually replied.
“I said you can’t just avoid me like this, you know…”
“What are you talking about?”
“Can I sit down with you?”
“No, you can’t.”
“Oww… c’mon, just for a minute, okay?”
“No”
She took out her wallet, and wanted to dart. I couldn’t help getting mesmerized by her voice, but there were more pressing things at hand. I had to talk to her.
To cut a long jittery conversation short, I convinced her to talk to me for a few minutes. And that’s when everything started breezing through. We started talking, and the minutes stretched on at a really fast pace. I got to know so much about her, and I also got to know that she had a great sense of humor. We had a great time talking to each other, and soon, she said she had to go, as it was getting late for her.
We exchanged numbers and I asked her if we could “bump in” again tomorrow. She just smiled and walked away. Sigh! It was bliss. As I stared at her walk away, my eyes were distracted by an alphabet bracelet she had forgotten behind.  It said “life is a surprise”. Wow! Maybe that was true. I slipped the bracelet into my pocket.
Feeling the love at night
I lay awake that night and I stared at her number on my cell phone. I wanted to call her, but settled for a text. The very minute I texted her, I got a call from her. She too was contemplating over whether or not to message me. Sweet!
We spoke and spoke until the wee hours of the morning, and I just wanted to see her again that evening. We met again at the café and it felt so good. She was smiling the whole time and we were actually flirting back and forth. I asked her out for a movie that evening.
All of a sudden, she looked offended. She declined. And then, there was silence. That calm, deadly silence that makes you feel worse than getting yelled at. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t mention it, and our “date” was cut short that evening. I got home and looked at her bracelet. “Life is a surprise”. Simple words can be a confusing affair at times.
Rekindling my love story
That night, I called her again and we spoke. At first she was distant, but she seemed fine after a while, and then I asked her why she got so offended in the café. She didn’t tell at first, but as the hours went by, she told me that she hated guys and the worst thing she ever wanted to do was go out on a date with a guy.
Apparently, she had been hurt one too many times by guys whom she trusted with all her heart. We spoke until five in the morning, and she told me a lot more. I just wanted to hug her, but even the thought of giving her a telephonic hug scared me. But we decided to meet again. Same bat place, same bat time.
We started hanging out together all the time after that. At times, I picked her up from her workplace, and at other times, I dropped her back home. Soon, weeks turned into months, and this time, everything felt just like a fairytale.
Time stood still when it was just the two of us. One evening, when we met up and went to the café, it was too crowded for space, so we decided to go for a drive to while away the time. It was a long drive, and somewhere along the way, the sun was shining mildly at us, it was a huge red ball that made the whole world around me glow. It was the most romantic sight, or maybe I had never noticed the sun at that time of the day. Nevertheless, it was beautiful.
She said the sun was beautiful. I said it couldn’t be compared to her. She smiled. I smiled. I clasped her hand. It felt tense. And then, we locked eyes. Thank God, the road was deserted. And then, her lips split into a girlish grin that I still can’t forget. That was the moment. It was indeed beautiful. I felt warm and fuzzy. And I wanted the drive to last forever. We got to her place, and I hugged her goodbye. That was the first time I ever hugged her. As we hugged, I knew she didn’t want to let go. Neither did I.
A short love story that lasts a lifetime
The next evening, we went to the café. We sat next to each other for the first time. And we held hands. We spoke less, and smiled more. I told her that I liked her. She smiled a lot more. And then, she punched me in the arm, and said that she liked me too. And just then, I slipped her bracelet out from my pocket. “Life is a surprise”. I couldn’t agree with that more. I smiled. She saw her bracelet. And she laughed. That tinkling, sweet laugh that is so intoxicating. I was a happy boy with the perfect present, all over again. And she was a happy, lonely girl. Just lonely no more.
One can never tell how love can come into your life, or how you can experience your own short love stories out of the blue. But a great love story awaits all of us, and it’s just around the corner. After all, didn’t someone once say that life is a surprise!

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Hug & Kiss,



Delicia


Source: http://www.lovepanky.com/love-couch/story-love-stories/short-love-stories-lonely-girl

24 janv. 2013

Rock and Sand

Having a priority problem?

Welcome to the brand new semester!
This semester is my 4th semester of college. The rumors say that this semester is one of the hardest. Hfftt It scares me a little bit. But I realize that we all are going to face this; something we fear of and tend to be a problem. As the song says "Don't pay no mind to the deamons they fill you with fear. The trouble it might drag you down, if you get lost you can always be found." So, don't run away from your big giant! All you have to do is face them with confidance and good preparation. It will be better to have a good time management and also priorities scale, I bet they'll be much help.

Here I have a good short-story for you. Hopefully, it will help you to determind your priorities. And don't forget to put first thing first ;)


Rocks and Sand

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in
front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large
empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks
about 2" in diameter.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them
into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course,
rolled into the open areas between the rocks.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and
poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
"Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is
your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your
partner, your health, your children - anything that is so important
to you that if it were lost, you would be nearly destroyed.
"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your
house, your car.
"The sand is everything else. The small stuff.
"If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the
pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend
all your energy and time on the small stuff, you will never have
room for the things that are important to you.
"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your
partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean
the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal.


"Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set
your priorities. The rest is just sand."




I hope you're having a great semester. Wish you tons of lucks ;) :*

Hugs & Kisses,



Delicia


Source: http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/rockssand.htm

12 janv. 2013

Laki - Laki Sejati


I just found this story; a dialogue between mother and her teenage daughter. This story is pretty long, but such a good story that every girl should read. Just make a glass of hot chocolate (like I did) and start reading! So here it is.. Take your time :)

Seorang perempuan muda bertanya kepada ibunya.
Ibu, lelaki sejati itu seperti apa?
Ibunya terkejut. Ia memandang takjub pada anak yang di luar pengamatannya sudah menjadi gadis jelita itu. Terpesona, karena waktu tak mau menunggu. Rasanya baru kemarin anak itu masih ngompol di sampingnya sehingga kasur berbau pesing. Tiba-tiba saja kini ia sudah menjadi perempuan yang punya banyak pertanyaan.
Sepasang matanya yang dulu sering belekan itu, sekarang bagai sorot lampu mobil pada malam gelap. Sinarnya begitu tajam. Sekelilingnya jadi ikut memantulkan cahaya. Namun jalan yang ada di depan hidungnya sendiri, yang sedang ia tempuh, nampak masih berkabut. Hidup memang sebuah rahasia besar yang tak hanya dialami dalam cerita di dalam pengalaman orang lain, karena harus ditempuh sendiri.
Kenapa kamu menanyakan itu, anakku?
Sebab aku ingin tahu.
Dan sesudah tahu?
Aku tak tahu.
Wajah gadis itu menjadi merah. Ibunya paham, karena ia pun pernah muda dan ingin menanyakan hal yang sama kepada ibunya, tetapi tidak berani. Waktu itu perasaan tidak pernah dibicarakan, apalagi yang menyangkut cinta. Kalaupun dicoba, jawaban yang muncul sering menyesatkan. Karena orang tua cenderung menyembunyikan rahasia kehidupan dari anak-anaknya yang dianggapnya belum cukup siap untuk mengalami. Kini segalanya sudah berubah. Anak-anak ingin tahu tak hanya yang harus mereka ketahui, tetapi semuanya. Termasuk yang dulu tabu. Mereka senang pada bahaya.
Setelah menarik napas, ibu itu mengusap kepala putrinya dan berbisik.
Jangan malu, anakku. Sebuah rahasia tak akan menguraikan dirinya, kalau kau sendiri tak penasaran untuk membukanya. Sebuah rahasia dimulai dengan rasa ingin tahu, meskipun sebenarnya kamu sudah tahu. Hanya karena kamu tidak pernah mengalami sendiri, pengetahuanmu hanya menjadi potret asing yang kamu baca dari buku. Banyak orang tua menyembunyikannya, karena pengetahuan yang tidak perlu akan membuat hidupmu berat dan mungkin sekali patah lalu berbelok sehingga kamu tidak akan pernah sampai ke tujuan. Tapi ibu tidak seperti itu. Ibu percaya zaman memberikan kamu kemampuan lain untuk menghadapi bahaya-bahaya yang juga sudah berbeda. Jadi ibu akan bercerita. Tetapi apa kamu siap menerima kebenaran walaupun itu tidak menyenangkan?
Maksud Ibu?
Lelaki sejati anakku, mungkin tidak seperti yang kamu bayangkan.
Kenapa tidak?
Sebab di dalam mimpi, kamu sudah dikacaukan oleh bermacam-macam harapan yang meluap dari berbagai kekecewaan terhadap laki-laki yang tak pernah memenuhi harapan perempuan. Di situ yang ada hanya perasaan keki.
Apakah itu salah?
Ibu tidak akan bicara tentang salah atau benar. Ibu hanya ingin kamu memisahkan antara perasaan dan pikiran. Antara harapan dan kenyataan.
Aku selalu memisahkan itu. Harapan adalah sesuatu yang kita inginkan terjadi yang seringkali bertentangan dengan apa yang kemudian ada di depan mata. Harapan menjadi ilusi, ia hanya bayang-bayang dari hati. Itu aku mengerti sekali. Tetapi apa salahnya bayang-bayang? Karena dengan bayang-bayang itulah kita tahu ada sinar matahari yang menyorot, sehingga berkat kegelapan, kita bisa melihat bagian-bagian yang diterangi cahaya, hal-hal yang nyata yang harus kita terima, meskipun itu bertentangan dengan harapan.
Ibunya tersenyum.
Jadi kamu masih ingat semua yang ibu katakan?
Kenapa tidak?
Berarti kamu sudah siap untuk melihat kenyataan?
Aku siap. Aku tak sabar lagi untuk mendengar. Tunjukkan padaku bagaimana laki-laki sejati itu.
Ibu memejamkan matanya. Ia seakan-akan mengumpulkan seluruh unsur yang berserakan di mana-mana, untuk membangun sebuah sosok yang jelas dan nyata.
Laki-laki yang sejati, anakku katanya kemudian, adalah… tetapi ia tak melanjutkan.
Adalah?
Adalah seorang laki-laki yang sejati.
Ah, Ibu jangan ngeledek begitu, aku serius, aku tak sabar.
Bagus, Ibu hanya berusaha agar kamu benar-benar mendengar setiap kata yang akan ibu sampaikan. Jadi perhatikan dengan sungguh-sungguh dan jangan memotong, karena laki-laki sejati tak bisa diucapkan hanya dengan satu kalimat. Laki-laki sejati anakku, lanjut ibu sambil memandang ke depan, seakan-akan ia melihat laki-laki sejati itu sedang melangkah di udara menghampiri penjelmaannya dalam kata-kata.
Laki-laki sejati adalah…
Laki-laki yang perkasa?!
Salah! Kan barusan Ibu bilang, jangan menyela! Laki-laki disebut laki-laki sejati, bukan hanya karena dia perkasa! Tembok beton juga perkasa, tetapi bukan laki-laki sejati hanya karena dia tidak tembus oleh peluru tidak goyah oleh gempa tidak tembus oleh garukan tsunami, tetapi dia harus lentur dan berjiwa. Tumbuh, berkembang bahkan berubah, seperti juga kamu.
O ya?
Bukan karena ampuh, bukan juga karena tampan laki-laki menjadi sejati. Seorang lelaki tidak menjadi laki-laki sejati hanya karena tubuhnya tahan banting, karena bentuknya indah dan proporsinya ideal. Seorang laki-laki tidak dengan sendirinya menjadi laki-laki sejati karena dia hebat, unggul, selalu menjadi pemenang, berani dan rela berkorban. Seorang laki-laki belum menjadi laki-laki sejati hanya karena dia kaya-raya, baik, bijaksana, pintar bicara, beriman, menarik, rajin sembahyang, ramah, tidak sombong, tidak suka memfitnah, rendah hati, penuh pengertian, berwibawa, jago bercinta, pintar mengalah, penuh dengan toleransi, selalu menghargai orang lain, punya kedudukan, tinggi pangkat atau punya karisma serta banyak akal. Seorang laki-laki tidak menjadi laki-laki sejati hanya karena dia berjasa, berguna, bermanfaat, jujur, lihai, pintar atau jenius. Seorang laki-laki meskipun dia seorang idola yang kamu kagumi, seorang pemimpin, seorang pahlawan, seorang perintis, pemberontak dan pembaru, bahkan seorang yang arif-bijaksana, tidak membuat dia otomatis menjadi laki-laki sejati!
Kalau begitu apa dong?
Seorang laki-laki sejati adalah seorang yang melihat yang pantas dilihat, mendengar yang pantas didengar, merasa yang pantas dirasa, berpikir yang pantas dipikir, membaca yang pantas dibaca, dan berbuat yang pantas dibuat, karena itu dia berpikir yang pantas dipikir, berkelakuan yang pantas dilakukan dan hidup yang sepantasnya dijadikan kehidupan.
Perempuan muda itu tercengang.
Hanya itu?
Seorang laki-laki sejati adalah seorang laki-laki yang satu kata dengan perbuatan!
Orang yang konsekuen?
Lebih dari itu!
Seorang yang bisa dipercaya?
Semuanya!
Perempuan muda itu terpesona. Apa yang lebih dari yang satu kata dan perbuatan? Tulus dan semuanya? Ahhhhh! Perempuan muda itu memejamkan matanya, seakan-akan mencoba membayangkan seluruh sifat itu mengkristal menjadi sosok manusia dan kemudian memeluknya. Ia menikmati lamunannya sampai tak sanggup melanjutkan lagi ngomong. Dari mulutnya terdengar erangan kecil, kagum, memuja dan rindu. Ia mengalami orgasme batin.
Ahhhhhhh, gumannya terus seperti mendapat tusukan nikmat. Aku jatuh cinta kepadanya dalam penggambaran yang pertama. Aku ingin berjumpa dengan laki-laki seperti itu. Katakan di mana aku bisa menjumpai laki-laki sejati seperti itu, Ibu?
Ibu tidak menjawab. Dia hanya memandang anak gadisnya seperti kasihan. Perempuan muda itu jadi bertambah penasaran.
Di mana aku bisa berkenalan dengan dia?
Untuk apa?
Karena aku akan berkata terus-terang, bahwa aku mencintainya. Aku tidak akan malu-malu untuk menyatakan, aku ingin dia menjadi pacarku, mempelaiku, menjadi bapak dari anak-anakku, cucu-cucu Ibu. Biar dia menjadi teman hidupku, menjadi tongkatku kalau nanti aku sudah tua. Menjadi orang yang akan memijit kakiku kalau semutan, menjadi orang yang membesarkan hatiku kalau sedang remuk dan ciut. Membangunkan aku pagi-pagi kalau aku malas dan tak mampu lagi bergerak. Aku akan meminangnya untuk menjadi suamiku, ya aku tak akan ragu-ragu untuk merayunya menjadi menantu Ibu, penerus generasi kita, kenapa tidak, aku akan merebutnya, aku akan berjuang untuk memilikinya.
Dada perempuan muda itu turun naik.
Apa salahnya sekarang wanita memilih laki-laki untuk jadi suami, setelah selama berabad-abad kami perempuan hanya menjadi orang yang menunggu giliran dipilih?
Perempuan muda itu membuka matanya. Bola mata itu berkilat-kilat. Ia memegang tangan ibunya.
Katakan cepat Ibu, di mana aku bisa menjumpai laki-laki itu?
Bunda menarik nafas panjang. Gadis itu terkejut.
Kenapa Ibu menghela nafas sepanjang itu?
Karena kamu menanyakan sesuatu yang sudah tidak mungkin, sayang.
Apa? Tidak mungkin?
Ya.
Kenapa?
Karena laki-laki sejati seperti itu sudah tidak ada lagi di atas dunia.
Oh, perempuan muda itu terkejut. Sudah tidak ada lagi?
Sudah habis.
Ya Tuhan, habis? Kenapa?
Laki-laki sejati seperti itu semuanya sudah amblas, sejak ayahmu meninggal dunia.
Perempuan muda itu menutup mulutnya yang terpekik karena kecewa.
Sudah amblas?
Ya. Sekarang yang ada hanya laki-laki yang tak bisa lagi dipegang mulutnya. Semuanya hanya pembual. Aktor-aktor kelas tiga. Cap tempe semua. Banyak laki-laki yang kuat, pintar, kaya, punya kekuasaan dan bisa berbuat apa saja, tapi semuanya tidak bisa dipercaya. Tidak ada lagi laki-laki sejati anakku. Mereka tukang kawin, tukang ngibul, semuanya bakul jamu, tidak mau mengurus anak, apalagi mencuci celana dalammu, mereka buas dan jadi macan kalau sudah dapat apa yang diinginkan. Kalau kamu sudah tua dan tidak rajin lagi meladeni, mereka tidak segan-segan menyiksa menggebuki kaum perempuan yang pernah menjadi ibunya. Tidak ada lagi laki-laki sejati lagi, anakku. Jadi kalau kamu masih merindukan laki-laki sejati, kamu akan menjadi perawan tua. Lebih baik hentikan mimpi yang tak berguna itu.
Gadis itu termenung. Mukanya nampak sangat murung.
Jadi tak ada harapan lagi, gumamnya dengan suara tercekik putus asa. Tak ada harapan lagi. Kalau begitu aku patah hati.
Patah hati?
Ya. Aku putus asa.
Kenapa mesti putus asa?
Karena apa gunanya lagi aku hidup, kalau tidak ada laki-laki sejati?
Ibunya kembali mengusap kepala anak perempuan itu, lalu tersenyum.
Kamu terlalu muda, terlalu banyak membaca buku dan duduk di belakang meja. Tutup buku itu sekarang dan berdiri dari kursi yang sudah memenjarakan kamu itu. Keluar, hirup udara segar, pandang lagit biru dan daun-daun hijau. Ada bunga bakung putih sedang mekar beramai-ramai di pagar, dunia tidak seburuk seperti yang kamu bayangkan di dalam kamarmu. Hidup tidak sekotor yang diceritakan oleh buku-buku dalam perpustakaanmu meskipun memang tidak seindah mimpi-mimpimu. Keluarlah anakku, cari seseorang di sana, lalu tegur dan bicara! Jangan ngumpet di sini!
Aku tidak ngumpet!
Jangan lari!
Siapa yang lari?
Mengurung diri itu lari atau ngumpet. Ayo keluar!
Keluar ke mana?
Ke jalan! Ibu menunjuk ke arah pintu yang terbuka. Bergaul dengan masyarakat banyak.
Gadis itu termangu.
Untuk apa? Dalam rumah kan lebih nyaman?
Kalau begitu kamu mau jadi kodok kuper!
Tapi aku kan banyak membaca? Aku hapal di luar kepala sajak-sajak Kahlil Gibran!
Tidak cukup! Kamu harus pasang omong dengan mereka, berdialog akan membuat hatimu terbuka, matamu melihat lebih banyak dan mengerti pada kelebihan-kelebihan orang lain.
Perempuan muda itu menggeleng.
Tidak ada gunanya, karena mereka bukan laki-laki sejati.
Makanya keluar. Keluar sekarang juga!
Keluar?
Ya.
Perempuan muda itu tercengang, suara ibunya menjadi keras dan memerintah. Ia terpaksa meletakkan buku, membuka earphone yang sejak tadi menyemprotkan musik R & B ke dalam kedua telinganya, lalu keluar kamar.
Matahari sore terhalang oleh awan tipis yang berasal dari polusi udara. Tetapi itu justru menolong matahari tropis yang garang itu untuk menjadi bola api yang indah. Dalam bulatan yang hampir sempurna, merahnya menyala namun lembut menggelincir ke kaki langit. Silhuet seekor burung elang nampak jauh tinggi melayang-layang mengincer sasaran. Wajah perempuan muda itu tetap kosong.
Aku tidak memerlukan matahari, aku memerlukan seorang laki-laki sejati,bisiknya.
Makanya keluar dari rumah dan lihat ke jalanan!
Untuk apa?
Banyak laki-laki di jalanan. Tangkap salah satu. Ambil yang mana saja, sembarangan dengan mata terpejam juga tidak apa-apa. Tak peduli siapa namanya, bagaimana tampangnya, apa pendidikannya, bagaimana otaknya dan tak peduli seperti apa perasaannya. Gaet sembarang laki-laki yang mana saja yang tergapai oleh tanganmu dan jadikan ia teman hidupmu!
Perempuan muda itu tecengang. Hampir saja ia mau memprotes. Tapi ibunya keburu memotong..
Asal, lanjut ibunya dengan suara lirih namun tegas, asal, ini yang terpenting anakku, asal dia benar-benar mencintaimu dan kamu sendiri juga sungguh-sungguh mencintainya. Karena cinta, anakku, karena cinta dapat mengubah segala-galanya.
Perempuan muda itu tercengang.
Dan lebih dari itu, lanjut ibu sebelum anaknya sempat membantah,
lebih dari itu anakku, katanya dengan suara yang lebih lembut lagi namun semakin tegas,
karena seorang perempuan, anakku, siapa pun dia, dari mana pun dia, bagaimana pun dia, setiap perempuan, setiap perempuan anakku, dapat membuat seorang lelaki, siapa pun dia, bagaimana pun dia, apa pun pekerjaannya bahkan bagaimana pun kalibernya, seorang perempuan dapat membuat setiap lelaki menjadi seorang laki-laki yang sejati! ***