Tri Yantiningsih ( A320090056 )
This Change is Very Clear to Me
Now, everything is change. Everything is different from one year ago when I came to the one place. I tried to mollify my self from my problems. And the beginning from the sheaf of happiness was started. But now, everything was empty. All is vacuous looks like didn’t alive. I felt lost a friend. A new friend whom I met him one year ago was gone. Yes, I lost his silhouette. He left me. What he did disappointed me.
There is not more hero who helped and illuminated me in the middle of darkness when the dusk came. He always turned on the lamp in the bath room when I was there very long time until dark because I did not know where the place of electric switch was. Who helped me took up my clothes that hanged in above the bamboo at terrace has gone. Yes, he always helped me took up it. It’s because my hand was not achieved the bamboo. How tall it was! It was located in the bottom of roof tile at the gap of wood.
No more man who burned the fallen leaves in the park after I finished clean it. He burned the garbage every morning. It was because he is the only man who has the matchstick. Matchstick that used to burn the cigarette which ready to inhaled every time. I was very annoyed if I saw him smoked with enjoyable expression. I dislike smoker. The smoke made me totally queasy when it entering my nose unconsciously.
No more man who was accompanies me sat in the terrace until the night. Moreover, sometimes until the sun showing it light. Yes, we often sat together there. Because, I loneliness alone in the room. I decided to go out from the room and waiting for dad back to the boarding house. Sometimes he back from his worked at night, but sometimes also until the morning. I went out from the room also to inhale the fresh air with the cool of wind. Because, the temperature in the room was very hot and burned my body. I knew difference between the temperature in the city and the village. But, I have to cautious if the wind extremely blustery. Because I have problem with the night’s wind. Moreover, the wind penetrated my skin and stabbed my bones. It made me rather…unwell. And it was spread to my stomach. It’s because my stomach which have the problem. The man who also my friend always accompanies me until one of us was sleepy. Because, he also must be able to vacate his time to took a rest. He has the duty to work there. Whereas me? I only looked for the new situation there. My first purpose went there was to mollify my self. I have planned to discard my murky problems. I wanted to drown it to the deepest of the ocean.
No more man who taught me played the guitar. Actually, he only knew a little about play the guitar. But, I look like stupid in front of him. I didn’t know everything about the guitar. But, he taught me patiently. He helped me put my fingers to the exact string. Superficially, I felt ashamed because he saw my fingers. My fingers were very short and not curled. Moreover, it’s whatsoever not soft to touched. No more man who always wore brown t-shirt. Who knows, only the brown t-shirt that he wore everyday. Maybe, he only have brown t-shirt, or…maybe he like brown. I didn’t thought about it extremely. But, I spellbound to see him when he wore combination between brown and white sweater. Its looks like suitable to his body. Yes, I just spellbound, not another meant.
No more can I hear the sounds. His sound that piercing when he talked. His sound that vicious when he angry to his cousin. His sound that -adequate- melodious when he read the holy Al-Qur’an. He also taught a small child to read it. His sound was very unique with his dialect. I felt his dialect was very funny. Yes, funny to me but not to himself. I can’t hear it again. Actually, I miss a kindly funny-sounded friend.
