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Di suatu sore di bulan Agustus, jalanan Cihampelas–Bandung–dibasahi gerimis kecil dari awan-awan hitam yang menggantung di atasnya. Jalanan tetap dipenuhi dengan alunan deru mesin yang menggema, sesekali diikuti pekikan klakson yang selalu membuat hati meradang. Hari itu selayaknya hari-hari lainnya di Bandung, lembab dan dingin. Tampak tidak terlalu banyak pengguna trotoar di manapun mata memandang, beberapa terlihat tengah berteduh di balik bayang-bayang tenda pertokoan yang berbaris di sepanjang jalan tersebut.

Dari kejauhan tampak sepasang kaki berlari menembus butiran air yang mulai berat. Postman bag nya mengayun kesana kemari, tampak seperti bandul yang tidak beraturan. Kedua tangannya sibuk memayungi kepala dengan jaket parasut, bertuliskan sebuah merk berlogo bintang. Langkahnya yang berat memercikkan air tiap terangkat. Tiba-tiba, sebuah suara mendengung dari balik tasnya. Sebuah panggilan. Ia pun terhenti di bawah sebuah halte yang kosong dan renta, dan mulai mengaduk-aduk isi tasnya setelah meletakkan jaketnya di kursi halte.

“Halo?” Ucapnya sesaat setelah ia menemukan dan dengan hitungan detik meletakkannya di salah satu telinganya. Tidak ada jawaban, yang ada hanya suara-suara gaduh. Setelah mematikan panggilan tadi, Ia segera menelpon kembali sang penelpon tadi. “Halo, Wisnu nih . Apa? Oh lo udah sampe, pantesan berisik. Gue udah deket ko, ujan nih ga ada angkot dari kosan gw.” Jawabnya singkat. “Oke, tunggu ya Yur!” Lanjutnya setelah beberapa saat hening. Ia pun mematikan hp-nya dan memasukkan kembali ke dalam tas yang mulai basah itu. “Kenapa ga ada angkot ya?” Ia pun bergumam di dalam hati. Setelah mempertimbangkan perjalanan yang akan semakin basah di hadapannya, menunggu angkot lewat adalah pertimbangan yang terbaik. Dan Ia pun akhirnya menunggu di balik bayang-bayang halte.

4 Menit pun berlalu, tanpa angkot. Hanya ditemani suara hujan.

Ia terus terduduk di sana, sendiri, hingga sesosok bocah berlari di bawah siraman hujan datang dengan memikul beberapa cobek di pundaknya. Bocah itu tampak basah dan letih, dan Ia pun terduduk di halte setelah mengatur cobek-cobek berat itu pada trotoar di hadapannya. Wisnu dan sang bocah saling terdiam, memandang jalanan yang dipenuhi berbagai kendaraan di hadapannya.

Tiba-tiba terdengar kembali suara dari balik tas Wisnu, namun kali ini berbeda dan lebih pendek. Ternyata itu sebuah sms, dan Ia pun mengetik dengan cepat seraya tersenyum kecut melihat isi pesan yang ada di layar hp. Tanpa Ia ketahui, sang bocah memandanginya pada saat itu. “Wah a’, hapenya bagus eui! Hape apa itu a’? BB ya?’ Dengan polos Ia bertanya seraya memandangi tangan Wisnu yang menggenggam hapenya.

“Bukan, ini bukan BB.” Wisnu menjawab dingin. Kewajaran dari sikap penduduk urban muncul di mukanya.

“O kirain BB, abis bagus bgt! Kan yang paling bagus sekarang BB ya a’!” Katanya. “Oiya, mau beli cobeknya a’? Belum ada yang kejual nih a’ hari ini, bantuin aja.” Tawarnya singkat.

“Gak deh de’, lagi ga ada uang.” Jawab Wisnu lebih singkat.

“Satu aja a’, buat oleh-oleh kalo pulang ke Jakarta. Bantuin aja a’ belom ada uang buat beli buku sekolah nih.”

“Lain kali aja ya de’, bener-bener ga ada uang nih.” Jawab Wisnu yang sebenarnya terganggu namun  mulai melunak saat melihat si Bocah yang basah dan letih. Namun Ia tetap menolak untuk membeli dagangannya.

Mereka pun kembali saling terdiam. Si Bocah terlalu letih untuk tetap merayu Wisnu membeli dagangannya, dan Wisnu pun mulai tidak sabar menunggu angkot yang belum muncul selama Ia menunggu. Kendaraan demi kendaraan berlalu dengan dingin di hadapan mereka, meninggalkan jejak-jejak air yang mengering.

Mungkin Wisnu bosan menunggu, mungkin juga sang Bocah memang ramah terhadap orang asing, pada akhirnya mereka pun terlibat pembicaraan. Dimulai dari sekolah, rumah, orangtua, teman, dan kemudian hal-hal remeh yang wajar diobrolkan oleh mereka yang baru kenal. “Itu hapenya berapaan a’? Bagus ya, pasti bisa buat foto-fotoan gitu ya a’?” Tanyanya sederhana.

“Ah kalo cuma buat foto sih biasa, masih kalah sama iphone ato BB. Kalo ada uang lebih, gue juga mau ganti nih.” Jawab Wisnu singkat.

Kemudian obrolan mereka berpindah saat sebuah mobil jazz lewat di hadapan mereka. “Wah keren ya a’ mobilnya, kenceng tuh kayaknya mobilnya. Aku sih seringnya naik mobil kayak gitu, gaenak jalannya.” Seraya menunjuk sebuah mobil carry tua yang diparkir di kejauhan.

“Mobil kayak gitu sih biasa, kalo mobil yang itu baru kenceng tuh.” Jawab Wisnu seraya menunjuk sebuah BMW yang muncul di salah satu belokan. “Keren kan? Coba ada yang mau beliin.” Canda Wisnu yang di balas senyuman si Bocah. Si Bocah bahkan mengamini dengan candaan bahwa nanti Wisnu akan memiliki BMW.

Sang Bocah pun kembali bertanya. “Emang aa’ mau kemana? Rapih banget.”

“Cuma mau ke Ciwalk ko, ada temen yang nungguin. Nih gara-gara ujan, terus ga ada angkot, ga sampe-sampe ke Ciwalknya padahal udah deket.” Jawab Wisnu diiringi tawa kecil.

“Iya nih Bandung kalo udah ujan emang gini a’.” Si Bocah pun tertawa kecil. “Ntar temen aa’ gamau jalan lagi ma aa’ kalo basah gitu.” Ia melanjutkan dengan candaan.

“Tadi pagi sekolah?” Tanya Wisnu seraya melanjutkan obrolan mereka. Tanpa disadari, Wisnu sudah tidak terlalu mempermasalahkan angkot yang tidak kunjung datang.

“Nggak a’, abis bosen di sekolah.” Jawab si Bocah di barengi dengan tawa nakal. “Mendingan jualan cobek, uangnya nanti bisa buat jajan.” Ia pun melanjutkan tawanya.

“Wah nakal lo ya!” Canda Wisnu. “Kecil-kecil udah berani cabut-cabutan.” Dan mereka berdua pun tertawa.

Mereka pun terus berbincang dan bercanda ringan, hingga akhirnya sebuah angkot pun lewat. Reflek, Wisnu memanggil angkot tersebut yang disambut dengan lampu sen kiri angkot tersebut. “Duluan ya de’.” dan tanpa ada pikiran apa-apa, Ia segera naik ke angkot tersebut. Sang Bocah hanya tersenyum memandang angkot yang mulai menjauh tersebut, dan Ia pun kembali memandangi hujan di hadapannya.

Ciwalk sudah di depan mata, namun entah kenapa hati Wisnu tiba-tiba berubah menjadi berat. Entah siapa yang menyentil hatinya, namun sekarang otaknya kembali me-rewind perbincangan tadi dengan sudut pandang yang berbeda.

Bagaimana bisa Ia berpikir HP nya kurang bagus, padahal ada yang terpesona kecanggihannya.

Bagaimana bisa Ia berpikir memiliki BMW, saat seorang tidak pernah merasakan nikmat mobil pribadi.

Bagaimana bisa Ia menggerutu tidak sampai di Ciwalk hanya karena  angkot dan hujan, sedangkan masih ada yang tidak bisa kesana karena tidak mampu.

Bagaimana bisa siswa-siswa lain melarikan diri dari rutinitas sekolah untuk bersenang-senang, sedangkan salah satu teman mereka melarikan diri untuk memenuhi kebutuhan hidup.

Bagaimana bisa orang asing mengasihini dirinya karena terguyur hujan dan rusak kerapihannya, padahal dirinya tidak mengasihani seorang anak yang sendirian dibawah hujan dengan cobeknya

Bagaimana perbincangannya tadi tidak sepanjang perbincangan yang biasa Ia lakukan di telepon, namun sangat berat.

Bagaimana dunia bisa sangat menyenangkan, namun memilukan di sisi lainnya.

Angkot itu terhenti, dan berpasang-pasang kaki turun di depan Ciwalk yang terguyur hujan. Langkah-langkah mereka sangat cepat, mencoba menghindari butiran-butiran yang semakin berat tiap detiknya. Namun sepasang kaki terdiam di sana, di depan angkot yang mulai bergerak menjauhi. Langkah itu mulai bergerak, cepat, namun lebih berat. Wisnu kembali mengangkat jaketnya, melindungi kepalanya dari hujan. Namun, entah kenapa air menetes jatuh dari balik jaket. Tersembunyi di balik langkahnya yang cepat.

Sepertinya, hujan mulai deras di hati Wisnu.

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On a snowy night, standing on a cold bridge a Girl with brown hair. She stare to the starry skies, talking with them. Only with dirty long-extravagant cloth and naked feet, the Girl faced the northern wind that felt frozen cold that shaken even adult on their proper form. The wind blow as fast as they like, not mentioned the breeze snow that comes follow. Grumble she always is, every time she walk on the bridge. People already aware of the tales of the broken bridge girl. It is said that the Girl was born on that bridge. The Family took their baby born away and living on hiding beneath the bridge for many years. Now the girl only live without no one for her predecessor has passed to otherworld. Without further words from both her father and other people that come pass by, she found that the bridge is the only world and home she had. For she play, cry, smile, talk, eat, drink, growth, and dreaming on the bridge. She got her daily needs from the bridge. Food from people, cloth from scrapheap, and experience from each event that occurred on the bridge. She knows about relationship, but never learned about trust. She know how to talk, but never know how to start conversation. She know how to survive, but not about honor. She know what is life, but never full of it.

Every night the girl always look at the stary skies, and talk to them. Never she smile for others, but only for the stars. For that reason people think that the girl are twisted in her mind. Sometimes people give her a decent cloth, but she refuse for she think only her’s are the most gallant for that is originated from her family’s treasure. Sometimes a group of children ask her to be their friend, but she turns away for only stars she could talk with. Sometimes an old wealthy pair asked her to be their child, for only to be turned away for she think that they’re from different world of her.

The Bridge is a center of contraband. Every product from piracy, robbery, looting, or just simple thieving are sold there. Covered by crate full of fruit or vegetables, the real trade did under the surface. With unencrypted words and twisted smile. For its happens everyday, the Girl thought it was normal for them to use her upper-level-home to be used for that activity. They also give her free food for her silentness. It is sometimes people could seen that the Girl talk to other people, accompany them along the bridge, and turned away for them when they had crossed her Bridge.

One day, a great flood is coming. For her Bridge-home is right above the water level, she thought that she’ll be all right. Every contraband merchant are running for their sake. People are restricted by the authorities to get pass the bridge, and so they leave the Girl alone. The Girl is grumble to everyone, but ask no help from them. She alone, and only she alone start to piling up the left behind crate to fortify her bridge from the great flood. It is miracle that a lone girl could make a self-build dam to prevent the water to pass by. People who seeing her from the edge of the bridge admired her, think highly of her, and makes her their idol for her courage. Some of them become sad for her, cry for her, and angry for her stand pat. Some others try to give her advice for she didn’t see the real calamity.

Finally she finished her works. Admire herself for her stand alone fight against nature, prize herself for her hard-work, encourage herself to defend her Bridge, and humiliate others that she is could stand above them. “I am the Bridge!” She shout to the sky for her pride are explode from inside. And on that moment, suddenly a horror comes to everyone face. A terror sound come from below the Bridge. A deadly sound. The next thing they remembered is the Bridge fall right in front of them, and drag the Girl into the deadly stream down below. It is true that the girl successfully fortified the above-level, but she not know that the below-level of the Bridge already crumble for it could not hold against great flood stream. Many people shocked about it, cry for her, and pray for the Bridge. For they will remember how the Bridge buildup, the Girl’s life, and how they fell together. The story of broken bridge Girl.

If the time is right, the road will be different

If the time is right, the night wouldn’t be this freezing

If the time is right, i wish the time is right

If the time is right, no need to click that button

If the time is right, i will pray for the time to stop

If the time is right, no one needs to feel the hollow

If the time is right, it shouldn’t break apart

If the time is right, they shouldn’t be parted away

If the time is right, it would be a nice ending

and If the time is right, this emptiness would be filled

This December, not only people will enjoy winter holiday but also the vampire. Twilight, is an upcoming 2008 romantic-fantasy film directed by Catherine Hardwicke (Thirteen, The Nativity Story) and based on the novel of the same name by Stephenie Meyer. The film stars Kristen Stewart (Panic Room, Into The Wild) as a teenage girl who falls in love with a vampire, played by Robert Pattinson (Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire).

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One of points that makes this movie interesting is Paramore song, decode, will score one of its soundtrack. It is the first time that this band ever score a soundtrack, and that must be a nice single. The reason behind their collaboration is because Hayley Williams, lead vocal of Paramore, is a huge Twilight fan. Another one of its soundtrack would be scored by Muse.

Another interesting point is this movie also one of literature based movie, which mean people who already read the novel would be the jury to decide is this movie worth to watch for. Me myself become excited to this movie because i’m curious how did it’ll become when it comes to the screen. Finally, for whoever that loves folklore/extraordinary romance story feel free to watch it.

PS: Twilight (novel) is a saga, so it’ll possible that the movie will turned out to be the same way. Twilight will be followed by New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, and Midnight Sun.

It was back then when the world is till young. There was a land that seperated from the mainland. The land of the wild, free, and green. Its habitated with they whom called the Green people, the people of tree and woods. The Great Tree gave birth to their ancestor, now their children who bore Great Tree’s heritage. Live with the nature they are, harmony and give in each other they were. Both the green and the living.

Life was easy for the island to survive over the centuries. The habitants are always look to each other. The Woods give them foods, the Beast give them protection, the Ray give them light, the Green give them wisdom, the Roots give them shelter, for the Green people give them experience of life. Singing, dancing, laughing, for joyful life they have together. No need of fire in their life for the stars are friends for them, nor darkness nor blackness. O life of the Green People, it is so simple, yet they not know what is the meaning of complication.

It is when a daughter of Green people see a black cloud over the west horizon, when she is playing on top of the Great Tree with her white squirrel friend. Not like ordinary cold and breezy black cloud which invite overcast to their land, this dark is full of heat and burning. No lighning, instead the existence of tremendous of quiver. Something suddenly strike her heart, shiver she did for she didn’t know what being is moving her heart. For she know only the Beast could reach that far over the seas, and she know nor Beast nor people could produce such shiver. A shiver of terror.

She calls in alarms, for adult only laugh and smile for her story. Over generation they did life in peace, for they not ready to be alarmed. The daughter is try, cry, and pray for people to listen. for Green couldn’t hear what she said, Woods only silent, Ray ignore her, Roots dwell in deep sleep, and Beast too busy as winter is approaching. Tired, she is. So she withdrew to her neighbor, the Mountain, for they could assist her on hiding over their shadow. Only her white squirrel accompany her over the top of Mountain. Mountain and Woods are brother and sister, for Mountain is more silent than other. She sit, always look over the west sea, watching the black terror cloud cling closer over the island.

Days she awaits. Nor food nor water she had, for only silent and squirrel she had. Awaiting for her terror to become a fact. And it must be ended, for the Black Cloud arrived at her island. Hundred of Iron Whale has landed on her beach. Black smoke burns out over their nose, for their nose are like boar’s when looking at stary sky. Water becomes muddy, sky goes dark, poisonous rain comes from the heaven, toxic air plagued the land. From over the Mountain she awaits and sees, for her heart shiver like crazy. She did thinks her mind trick her, for she feels sorry that she thinks her heart pound hardly and produce earthquake to the Mountain. But relieves she had for she know that not her is the reason of the earthquake, and horror follows for she now know what is the cause.

Thousand hammered steps that comes from the Iron Whale mouth drove the Mountain to suffer the same shiver she had. Thousand simmering people marched upon the Woods. They’re called the Iron People. Story of the advanced people of western mainland has been heard over the centuries for they are a mighty and ferocious army with iron armor all over their bodies. A war addict nation. No flesh, no skin, no breath, only creak and oil they had. Marched like shimmering flood they are, for the Woods in panic to meet this terror. Wipe everything beneath their step, cuts of every tree they found, burn every bushes on encounter, the Great Tree is tremble beneath their iron armor.

The Woods give them blaze, the Beast give them ferocity, the Ray give them shadow, the Green give them ashes, the Roots give them inprisonment, for the Green people give them weep of terrifying. Shouting, crying, despair, for extinction are upon them. O the once free and green nation, now has perished over shimmering black and grey.

Over several winters fear strike her heart at first she experience it. Despair it has become when she know the end is coming. Sadness comes when alone she feel. Rage it is ended when she drove by vengeance. By spring, iron skycrapper tower and black breath factory has established above once she called home. Once blue sky now become grey ashes one. Water become red and purple, and the air are become heated. The once mentor of wisdom now become the fuel of productivity. The rest are hunted, be slave, or lowly entertainment for simple amusement. Green People fight the Beast over almost everything for they now has lost their relationship as free being. Even the once her loyal friend the innocent white squirrel has corrupted onto ferocious being. The once Great Tree of nature, Iron City of ambition its now become.

Yes she know that the Brother has been conquered by the Iron People, but not the sister. By her rage, the daughter of Green people enraged the sister and make her erupted. Ferocious lava flow over her mouth. The daughter stand between the sister and brother, upon a rock that stand tall to the heaven. Overseeing the rage of nature with wicked smile carved on her face when the lave make wild stream beneath her small feet.

Her rage wreak havoc for everything on its path. His home was vanished with flame, now she’ll return it by flame. The once high mighty armored nation now fall to their Iron Whale for their iron has become feed for her rage. The Black has replaced by the Red, and leaves the Brown as remains. The Iron People has set sailed to mainland, bring terror away with them. Peace is restored, people become free, and nature once again breathing. People thanked the Daughter for she has rescue them, Beast gathering around her, and Woods start grow beneath her rocks.

“From nowadays I’m the only decendant of Green People for all of you has lost your Free Nature. From nowadays, people and beast must live separated to ensure both life, for I will guide the people and my Sister will guide others. The Brother are once again rebirth and he is now become younger than us, for that we are responsible for his flowering. Woods will be rebuilt, for no longer they will be green yet brown. Water will be refilled, for no longer they will be clear yet colored. Ground will be restored, for no longer they will safe yet fruitfull. The Age of Green and free we will miss, the Age of Black and terror we will be warned, the Age of Brown and hope we will faced. We will be poles apart from now my fellow nature beings, for that I hope the history will be not rewrited.” The Daughter says.

After the speech, the Beast and Brown People-which now they’re called-cried for they will be never met each other and regretting what has come upon them. That day has become the last day that people talk to nature beings, for from that day they live different way of life. The Sister brought the beast beneath her shadow and protect them with her walls, for the Daughter rebuild the remains city of Iron People and told them to raise a wall so they can encounter danger from outside.

Until over centuries, the Brown People and the Beast has forgotten each other and live on different realm. The Brown people founded civilization when the Beast found evolution. Overtime, both of them lost their memories about the Daughter, the Sister and the Brother. Nonetheless, sometimes people still seeing a girl standing over a rock and do dancing when there is earthquake happening. The Daughter and the Sister must be overjoyed, dancing, and be merry knowing that the Brother recovered, that what old people that still remembered the history would said. And so, the Brown Age of that island has begin.

Not walk the ground eventhough touch the ground

Not smell the air eventhough breath same air

Not feel the heat eventhough under the same ray

Not make a sweat eventhough stand on sweat

Give all away eventhough live on neccessity

Cry for the crowd eventhough stand for alone

For they are

Visible Invisible

Once upon a time, there is a boy who live in the countryside. Weak, modest, young, and free the boy was. He live only with his grey horse in his house that help him to go around, instead family nor friends. Neighborhood he has, one which he always riding around with his grey horse. Never to spoke to anybody he is, only smile and took a little bow for everything. Be friendly he didn’t, but he would help any neighbor he had. Even the King of the country have heard about him, the boy of grey horse.

In one autumn morning, he again ride on his grey horse. Free, steady, and fast they go. Until they meet a Rancher around the neighborhood. The Rancher greet them, for he only smile and bow for the return. The Rancher commented his horse as the most lively creature on the neighbor, for it is a pity that the creature must live only inside the neighborhood instead becoming royal stead. The rancher are looking pale when he talks about the audition that royal palace had on the capital, which a Tyrant from far away land arrange for one condition of a truce. Without the truce, the Kingdom will fall and people would live in terror of tyranny. But riddle have been prepared by the Tyrant, which only the horse that could reach every corner of the kingdom within a day could win the contest. The boy only bow for hear the news, with a smile.

On the day of contest, all rancher and rider from all over the kingdom has come to the palace. Each of them show how their horse run accross the Kingdom, but each failed to reach all of the corner within a day. When the war are almost fall in front of the kingdom, the boy come out to show his trick. He come up to in front of all attending person. His horse followed behind. When the horn is blown, everyone curios for the boy only stand; bow; and smile to the tyrant. His horse, the proud grey horse, is follow him to the face of the crowd and bowed at the back of his master. Silentness is lurking within the crowd, for they curious what the boy had in his sleeve.

Suddenly, the boy grasp a blade which from the beginning tide up on his back. WIth lighning speed, he swing the blade and ended grey horse’s life. Blood are wildly thrown over that grey body, lurking to each feet that close enough to it. Instantly, horror; pity; sadness; confuse; and all that one’s mind could fit on are striking the crowd’s. Even the Tyrant tremble before his throne, for on his wildest thought he never think that the boy would dare to do such action. In short time, the news of the boy are heard accross the Kingdom. Even to every single corner of the smallest land.

“And now my horse has reach the entire kingdom, for her name and her story spread like a plague. And for that, the war has been avoided” The boy said when he bow and smile.

After the event, the Tyrant forced to leave the kingdom for he couldn’t bear the terror of the event. The Royal married their princess to the boy, and by doing so the boy had family once again. For over the years people still remember and parent told their child when a boys become their prince, even when he is a King in the future. The story about The Grey Horse Boy.

Creativity is one of many subjective words that used by human-kind

Each one is debating which one would be the end

Either from one’s experience or just result of an absolute mind

For it is could start a war or make others to be friend

Cause of nation’s revolution or just make people’s heart blind

Resulting in a health fine or police officer will make you fined

Others tell, others look, others feel, and others find

But in the end

Only selective few among them, who enlightened

That could really understand