Long

I got one missed call when I was sleeping this morning, from one of my best buddy. He asked when I will come back home. Then I realize, this time is my record, I have not been home for three months. Well I fibbed :p I know, I have known for a looong time that I do not miss Jakarta, my hometown. Is it proper to call it as hometown while I feel no more attraction to be there?


I change. It does not mean I am not real. It is just another side of me which feels bored with the crowd there. Seriously, when was the last time I met my old friends? how many times I ignored the invitation to hang out? how many times I came back home and told no one. Those are sign I no longer feel comfortable with my life there, huh?


'Life there', seems I have two lives haha. Yes, that is the way I feel, the way I live. I separate the things here and the things there. The people has no connection; the situation and condition are not the same though. Since I can not remember... I started having no interest to know what is going on with my friends there, what events are held there, what is new there. I am happy here. Just to be here.


Several people wondered why. I also wonder, why they are confused with me. It is a common thing for me. I used to like this, then I do not like that anymore; it is that simple. I am bored with the pattern, the conversation, the rules in social life. I hate the same ambience and I get nothing new.


Call me weird. If  I have no more sense of belonging with my hometown,  can I call this place my home?

GKPN

ini nama daerah. adanya hanya di Jatinangor
sedang dan akan sering dikunjungi dan ditelusuri
seperti hari-hari lainnya saja, malam-malam sebelumnya
pukul sembilan malam, mengahadap ke barat nya saya.


*bunyi-bunyi memotong bakso dan suir ayam
lucu saat motor sampai depan sebuah rumah kosan
si nona turun, si tuan memutar balik motornya
lalu saling melambai dan berlalu sambil tersenyum.


*oseng-oseng nasi dan sayuran terdengar
ibu-ibu tua membungkuk menyapu
ah tidak hanya itu, lalu sampah diraup
ya. iya. pakai tangan nya sendiri.
bungkuk. bungkuk. sakit. sakit. jijik. jijk.


*suara mesin motor, mobil, lalu lalang
jalannya hanya lurus saja. jauh...
tangan terus mendekap dada
karena mendengar kata pelecehan seksual di jalanan saat malam dan GKPN
halangi buah dada agar tidak dua kali disentuh anjing-anjing


Ya begitulah... GKPN dengan isi dan ceritanya