Hi, I'm John Carter

"It was raining.
The cloud was somehow gliding through the deep grey sky, growling noisy.
The street much more quiet than before. Those faces started to look worry, or even laugh in a hurry walk, opened up their colorful umbrellas.
I was still there.
I didn't do something actually. I was only looking at the town when rain washed them up.
I saw those little wet creatures fell down all at once together.
Funny.
The next second, I was shaking behind my blue-sea raincoat.
My Momma might be waiting there at home.
I was sneaking out. Through my early years in this unfamiliar town, I was a bit conscious that I have to explore this new world.
Just for you know, I had a miserable childhood. My parents separated.
My lovely-bookworm brother dead. And my caring dog is gone.
So I laid my eyes when I saw an ice cream shop and I walked there alone.

There was a thunder.
It was the scary one. I threw myself to a damp-grey wall.
My heart raced harder, but I kept walking to the shop.
I arrived there, ordered a mint-strawberry ice cream on a cone.
A figure of a man approached me.
But...
I was slipping too far away. It wasn't a man.
It was a 7th year old boy.
His chubby white cheek looked even more red through that grey glares of cloud.
He was smiling.

He directly ran his tan skinned hands to grab an ice cream.
And he gave it to me, not more in one minute. He's talented.
I blinked, but I got my ice cream.
I smiled back, handed over my money.
But he was still there, stood still and said
"Hi, I'm John Carter. Can we be friends?"
That words.
That greeting.
I knew I wouldn't just silent and not answering. But I did.
Something held my voice, so I walked pass him.
I left him. My ice cream got wet cause of rain.
My nose furrowed. I hate those wet things.
So, I deliberately dropped my tasty ice cream.
I walked on it.
As I walked faster through the rain, getting closer to my warm house..
I was already realized that my thought would always be echoing that name.
Hi, I'm John Carter. Can we be friends?"


I stopped walking, squatted and ran my hands to my ears.
Closed it.
No, John. We can't be..."

-to be continued-

One Less Piece of Leaf...

"Aku seperti daun musim gugur. 

Beberapa bagiannya sudah koyak dan hancur,

kebanyakan karena luka dan torehan memori yang sulit kuenyahkan.

Namun, sisa-sisa semua itu masih melekat erat di ranting kurus yang lemah penuh kerutan pucat dan merintih capai. 

Helaiannya semakin kusut dan tak lagi bisa dibilang indah. 

Daun itu, masih bertahan, meski tak ada jawaban pasti dari sang peniup angin..

Apakah ia akan jatuh?

Atau ia akan terus melekat selamanya?

Hanya sebagian kecil daun itu.

Yang lainnya telah tumbang maupun melayang tenang dibawa angin.

Ya, entah apa yang harus dilakukan. 

Aku terus menunggu. Pasrah dalam dilema yang menyiksa.

Menunggu seseorang menarik bagian koyak daun itu dengan lembut...

Lalu memupuk pohon baru, dengan ranting kuat nan lebat penuh dedaunan indah.

Entah, berapa lama lagi...

Namun, sampai saat ini, aku masih menunggu. 

Dalam diam,

dan gaungan sedih kepiluan."

- Author

Written on: Android, Notes. 15/05/12