surat untuk dian sastrowardoyo

Dear Dian Sastrowordoyo kekasihku,

Dian sayangku, kemanakah engkau selama ini? Kakanda mencarimu ke pantai, tapi dinda tak ada, ku lari ke hutan, kok ketemunya sama monyet. Sebel! Dianku, apakah kamu masih sibuk dengan urusan asisten dosen di kampus? Semoga tetep semangat ya… *kedip-kedip* Sebenarnya daku kesal dengan kamu sayang. Dulu ketika daku kuliah di Fakultas Filsafat, eh kamu kuliah di Fakultas Hukum… Eh pas daku bela-belain pindah ke Fakultas Hukum dengan harapan nantinya kita bisa ngobrol asik tentang dunia hukum yang carut marut kayak cendol, kamu malah pindah ke Filsafat, gimana sih?! Duh… Untung aja setelah enam tahun kamu berhasil lulus sayang, dan aku… terjebak tujuh tahun di kampus ini gara-gara kamu *ambil biola, maenin lagu sedih*

Dian cintaku, sebentar lagi kamu ulang tahun kan? Kakanda sudah mempersiapkan hadiah isimewa untukmu… Inget kan jaman kita masih muda dulu, ketika perutku belum membuncit dan rambutku belum seperti ubur-ubur? Aku yakin Dian sayang gak lupa dengan foto mesra kita berdua itu. Kamu dulu pernah berharap, suatu hari nanti foto kita itu bisa ditayangin di acara Ceriwis sebagai foto ‘saat-saat indah bersama dengan kekasihku yang tampan’. Kamu inget kan? Nah itu lah hadiah yang kupersiapkan, foto kita berdua seukuran gajah lampung yang bakal ngingetin kamu akan daku.

 

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Dian tambatan hatiku, aku tahu, kamu ingin sekali menulis tentangku di blogmu yang masyur itu. Saat-saat kita berdua bengong sambil ngupil di bawah pohon rambutan, atau pun saat rebutan rol rambut supaya rambut kita bisa keriting keren kayak si Nicholas SA-PA-SIH itu. Aku tahu kok sayang… Tak usah malu, biarkan semua mengetahui kisah kasih kita.

Dian belahan jiwaku, tapi perkenankanlah aku memohon maaf sebelumnya sayang… Melalui surat ini, aku hanya ingin bilang… Tolong lupakan aku. Aku tahu, pasti sungguh sulit untukmu. Tapi aku tak bisa membelah hatiku menjadi dua. Bukankah cinta juga tak boleh poligami? Aku sungguh mengerti dan yakin, kamu bisa sukses tanpa aku sayang… Biarkan aku bahagia dengan yang lain, dengan dia yang lebih menyayangiku apa adanya. Dia adalah… Sandra Dewi. Iya, dia memang mirip dengan kamu. Tapi Sandra bukanlah tandinganmu sayang, percayalah! Aku bukan meninggalkanmu, hanya terlepas darimu… *lho ini kan kata-kata Noe Letto?*

Dian mantan pacarku, demikianlah surat ini aku tulis. Tetaplah menjadi bintang di langit dan aku menjadi bulan yang selalu menemanimu. Sampai jumpa lagi sayang… Sering-seringlah mampir ke blog aku. Karena hanya disinilah kita dapat bertemu. Sun sayang dari jauh…

 

Aku si tampan,

Dimas Novriandi

Jogja’s Finest Day I

“When you ask for patience, God doesn’t give you patience. He instead gives you an opportunity to be patient.”

Evan Almighty, God.

Stranded out in the middle of hectic long-weekend-affected Jogja after a not very long conversation to wrap things out, a not very long time to shift someone’s mind across to the opposite side too – for one reason, Easter is celebrated with too many good days – I felt, by all the sudden, compelled to steer away into my favorite Italian franchised café whose real name is less vibrant than its network’s name, Circi. Calling my friends who need to be reminded about the real concept of Jogja’s Finest Day (J-FED) came to the second place as I was thinking of getting strange in the middle of strangers.

J-FED is the better way to call it. It comprises Jogja’s Finest Day which can be mispronounced into Jogja’s Finance Day – my favorite business subject nowadays – while the element of FED itself resembles The Federal Reserve – my day maker and day breaker at the same time. The concept? It’s a little bit of spontaneous thing to lessen the effect of a stressful uncertainty which had swallowed me whole for almost too long that I feel rather chewed. So, it’s no wonder if there’s no kind of short notice to a min… say… a day? It could be as we speak and the next minute I’m in the brown cedar room with black U1 Yamaha upright piano.

This Saturday night is rather a different J-FED from usual. Yes, this isn’t the first J-FED I’ve ever held, only the blog came out this nicely late that there wasn’t much story in the previous events. I came to the café around 20 minutes before the first buddy I called showed up to relieve me. I was thinking to myself this would turn out differently as people started to respond for this more familiar J-FED. Some groups filled the café three hours to midnight and looked very warm and embraced by the ambiance in the café. They started to sing along with the home pianist who recognizes me and was fainting away due to lack of sleep. I covered him up and took the piano seat in comical manner, planned to handle the crowds I had not met before. So the story begins…

It begins with several minutes before I arrived in Circi. Okay.. say.. it’s too private for a blog material but I’ll try to fabricate it. After all, you need a reason why such of spontaneous event could be provoked at the first creation of the idea. Have you ever felt like you know something is not true but you let someone tell you a lie because that’s what she wants you to know? Like pretending to be egghead with a clear thought that being stupid eases things? Feeling tired of something and yet disappointed at how that thing ends? Well, anger, inquisition, and compensation rushed me to Circi after being patient almost seemed like the angelical solution for me.

Circi itself, as I started to feel surrounded by other patrons, seemed like an opportunity to start being patient. I must say – as once been a secular – malt drinks, and sexy dancer and model who offered me her phone number instantly look like how I must compensate with my anger and stop my inquisitive motion once and for all. Voila! What a fine answer! Or.. I can always choose to pass them and be what I said to her under the vow to God, a true man in a true love. Or.. God really wanted to show me the good thing outside my relentless hope that the sea is plenty of fishes. My friends tried to tell me the same thing, God gave me the phone number of that sexy girl without asking. So? Shall I?

You see, the good thing about J-FED is that you don’t need to answer right away. You can go back late after the bar is closed, and watch Evan Baxter talking to God (hanging out, in his script), and write some blog that you’re planning to co-publish with the existing more famous blog address of your friend’s. And the best thing about the whole night in which J-FED is held, you’ll learn a lot (even sometimes not in a good order). Maybe it’s not Genesis 6:14 signs all over the place where my eyes spot, but it’s a great lesson that God does hang out with you.

I still haven’t decided which option I should take up to present. At least what J-FED had done to me is buying me some patience for few hours. Either way, it’s true, you don’t get the answer to your quest as in a result but instead in an opportunity for the result. Happy Easter and see you in the next J-FED!

Happy Hartono, T.itle.L.E.S.S.

FAQ

Q: Where and how is Circi?

A: Sing along and stop occupying the bandwidth in Circi’s hotspot that takes people’s attention out of cable broadcast as you find yourself south to Grand Hyatt’s main entrance right after the bridge on the lefthand side if you’re coming from the conical monument of hard raining mayor’s daughter’s wedding.

Q: Is it ‘cheap’?

A: If you sing along then you’d need no quotes around the word cheap, let alone dancing.