Baffled

A storm of laughter broke loose when it finally occured to the class that Mr.Harno had whipped me.
On another occasion.
A silence began when I start reading a poem.

Hitam bertemu pitam.
Lara bertemu luka.
Hai.

Journey

Life is a journey,
and every journey must have their own destinations.
There is time,
when you suddenly,
accidentally.
Wants.
Needs.
Strives.

But remember.
Remember.
A journey has a destination.
It's all the way through the oasis.
Dreams,
Goals,
Struggles,
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Destination.
Wants.
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Fungi Buddy

I photographed this when I was in my internship. The fungi were curious at me, and so do I. The fungi whispered to me and make a poem like this:
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"Others called me a parasite.
I tend to live just like any other organisms.
I lives from the death, and death for another to live.
Sometimes I was hoping that I could grow taller like a teak tree.
Or could be as beautiful as an orchid.
Or could be beneficial like a palm oil fruit."
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"But I'm grateful being just me. A short and a small fungus. Because Allah has given me so many things in this world.
That I'd have the chance seeing vast blue skies on a bright sunny day.
Would have staring stars sparkling in the skies like a thousand diamonds.
Would have such a happy feelings when I was watching a mother deer giving birth on a newborn little deer in the deep of forest when it was on a rainy day."
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I'm astounded! We do call ourselves human, indeed we do sometimes being ungrateful to Allah over anything right. Soon after that, I crafted a smile and being friends with the fungi.

#kisah #seonggok #jamur

PEDAGOGI

Hembusan angin yang lembut. Gelembung-gelembung sabun berterbangan di udara. Suara-suara anak manusia yang samar-samar terdengar menambah keramaian di kala senja. Sebuah pemandangan indah dan sangat sederhana untuk dinikmati. Sekelibat itu jadi siluet dalam bayangku. Terpancar samar. Terang. Gelap. Terang. Dan hilang.
Ini tentang sebuah kisah di senja itu.
Secangkir Wedang Ronde, minuman tradisional yang mudah saja ditemui di pinggir jalan.
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"Nas, hey Nas.." Pemuda di depanku ini memanggil namaku kedua kalinya meminta perhatianku.
"Nas, kamu tahu, ada dua hal di dunia ini yang tidak bisa kembali lagi?"
"yaitu waktu yang telah lalu," lanjut pemuda ini "dan uangmu yang dipinjam temanmu".
Seketika, pemuda itu tertawa untuk jokes nya itu sendiri.
Mendengar tawanya sejenak itu aku terbangun dari lamunanku.
"Tadi kamu bilang apa?" kataku.
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