Cerpen "Together. Forever?"

Together. Forever?

*Di tempat inilah ia selalu bercerita denganku, berbagi tawa dan juga tangisan.*

Terdengar sayup-sayup derap suara hentakan sepatu menuju ke tempat itu. Tak perlu ku ragukan, itu pasti dia. Ditempat inilah aku selalu menunggunya, mendengar keluh kesahnya, mendengar celotehannya dan merasakan hangat kasih sayangnya. Terkadang aku hanya tersenyum simpul menanggapinya, dan itu hanya akan membuatnya kesal. Aku suka melihatnya kesal seperti itu. Bibir mungilnya yang selalu mengerucut, dahinya yang selalu berkerut, dan sorot matanya yang terlihat kesal. Aku ingin merasakan ini selamanya. Pasti akan terasa indah…

BUK!!!

Dengan kasarnya dilemparkannya tas itu kesembarang arah. Aku tersentak kaget dari lamunanku, kupikir ia akan mengamuk. Lagi.

“YEAAA!!! WUHUUUU!!!!!!” teriaknya sambil berjingkat-jingkat seperti orang kesetanan. Aku mengernyit. Bingung. Tiba-tiba saja ia memeluk. Erat. Aku merindukannya.

“CALL!!! Kau tahu? tadi di sekolah aku......dan bla bla bla”, ia terus berceloteh panjang. Ia melepaskan pelukannya namun matanya terus memandangku lekat. Matanya begitu cerah dan berbinar, menyorotkan kebahagiannya. Ia begitu antusias saat menceritakannya.

Hari ini ia terlihat bahagia. Aku suka senyumnya yang berlesung pipi itu. Tanpa kusadari aku tersenyum memandangnya.

Ia terus berceloteh panjang lebar. “Kau tahu Call?? Ahhh… kau mungkin tidak pernah tahu… Tapi aku janji akan memberitahumu nanti. Kau pasti senang!! Oh iya… ada yang ingin ku tunjukan padamu. Ayo cepat!!”, ia segera menarik tanganku dan membawanya entah kemana, meninggalkan sebuah ayunan yang berayun di bawah pohon rindang itu. Iya. Kau benar. Aku selalu menunggunya disana. Di taman itu. Aku tak pernah bosan menunggunya. Ia selalu memintaku untuk menunggu disini. Dan aku percaya, ia akan selalu datang padaku.

Ia terus menggenggamku erat dan berjalan cepat. Aku teringat!! Tas mu, tertinggal. Baru aku ingin mengatakannya, tiba-tiba ia berhenti. “Oh iya!! Tasku!!”, ia menepuk dahinya. Kebiasaannya. Ia memang tak pernah berubah. Pelupa. Oh bukan pelupa tapi pikun kurasa. Ia segera berbalik arah. Kupikir ia akan menyuruhku menunggu disisni, tapi ia tak pernah melepas genggamannya. Ia terus menggenggam tanganku sambil berlari kembali menuju taman itu.

“Huh…, seharusnya kau mengingatkanku Call! Kau kan tahu aku pelupa”, ia melirikku kesal sambil mengambil tasnya asal. Tapi ia tak pernah melepas genggamannya. Aku baru ingin mengatakan bahwa aku juga lupa tentang tasnya yang tertinggal itu, tapi ia sudah menarikku kembali ke tempat yang ingin ia tuju. “Hah.., sudahlah Call. Ayo cepat!!”, kali ini ia mengajakku berlari.

Kami berlari di bawah langit sore yang mulai berwarna jingga di ikuti oleh sang mentari yang ingin meninggalkan langitnya. Aku merasa seperti di dalam sebuah film, berlari dibawah langit jingga dan ditemani daun-daun berguguran yang tertiup angin. Aku tersenyum melihatnya, ia juga tersenyum padaku dibawah cahaya jingga yang menyorot wajah cantiknya. Ia terlihat semakin cantik.

Ia membawaku kedalam rumahnya. Rumahnya begitu mewah dan megah, dilengkapi dengan kolam renang, taman, dan sebuah gazebo. Aduh kok jadi eror gini sih?

Di tempat inilah ia selalu berbagi cerita padaku, menangis didepanku, tertawa dihadapanku dan bernyanyi-nyanyi aneh denganku, tanpa pikir panjang ia langsung memberi tahu hal yang membuatnya bahagia. Ia memberi tahuku tentang hasil ulangannya yang begitu memuaskan, ia bercerita tentang temen-teman barunya yang begitu menyenangkan dan ia memberi tahuku bahwa ia diberikan sebuah tiket menonton. Ia begitu gembira.

“Kau tahu Call? Ini yang ingin kutunjukkan padamu, tiket menonton”, katanya sambil mengibas-ngibaskan tiket tersebut dan berjingkat-jingkat di depanku. Aneh memang. Tapi bagiku itu tidak aneh, sebab selama ini yang kutahu ia hanya punya satu teman yaitu aku. Ia anak yang pemalu, lebih suka menyendiri, tidak suka bergaul. Aku ingin agar ia memiliki banyak teman. Aku tersenyum sendiri memandangnya.

“Kau mau ikut? Teman-temanku bilang aku juga boleh mengajakmu. Mereka tidak keberatan jika aku mengajakmu Call. Bagaimana? Kau mau ikut kan?”, ia mengatakan dengan amat sangat tenang dan diakhiri dengan ekspersi yang memohon. Aku terkejut bukan main, seperti sedang berjalan di cuaca yang cerah, tiba-tiba tersambar petir ribuan watt. Oh itu berlebihan. Tapi aku memang benar-benar terkejut. Tak kusangka ia akan mengajakku.

Aku hanya memandangnya bingung tanpa mengucap sepatah katapun dan tidak menjawab pertanyaannya. Hanya kata ‘Ya’ atau ‘Tidak’, kata yang begitu singkat dan mudah diucapkan. Tapi aku tak bisa, aku mendadak bisu. Aku masih terkejut dengan penuturannya. Tiba-tiba ia merebahkan dirinya di kasur empuknya. “Hahhh……” gumamnya. Aku hanya diam, tak berkutik, tetap duduk di kursi kecil itu sambil memandanginya lekat dan penuh sayang sampai akhirnya ia tertidur. Pulas. Tenang.

Aku memandang langit yang begitu cerah malam ini dari balik jendela kaca, penuh bintang yang bertaburan, seperti pasir di pantai.

Aku teringat dengannya, ketika itu dia masih seorang gadis kecil yang begitu polos, ceria, dan penuh warna. Aku senang karena aku adalah teman berbaginya yang amat ia sayangi.

Janji itu.

Janji yang membuatku terus terikat dengannya.

Janji yang terus ditepatinya.

Janji bahwa kami akan terus bersama.

Membuatku dengannya semakin dekat dan tak terpisahkan seiring berjalannya waktu. Aku senang akhirnya ia mengajakku pergi. Tapi kemudian…

“Call maafkan aku! Kupikir kau disini saja, aku tidak ingin membuatmu kelelahan. Tidak apa kan?”, ia memohon penuh sesal dan tanpa menunggu jawabanku, ia sudah berlalu pergi. Aku tahu itu hanya alasannya. Aku tahu ia akan malu. Aku geram dan kesal. Aku ingin marah padanya. Memakinya. Dan mengatakan bahwa ia jahat padaku. Kejam. Tapi ku urungkan niatku, karena jika ku lakukan itu, mungkin ia akan benar-benar pergi dan meninggalkanku.

Aku terus menstabilkan emosiku. Aku tidak ingin hal sepele menjadi bertele-tele.

Aku bersyukur ia kembali, membawaku ke taman dan menceritakan padaku pengalaman bahagianya bersama teman-teman barunya. Kupikir dengan hadirnya teman baru, ia akan melupakanku tapi ternyata tidak. Setiap hari dan setiap saat ia selalu bersamaku.

Sampai ketika, di suatu sore yang dingin. Aku sedang menunggunya di taman, ia tak kunjung datang. Hujan…. . aku mengkhawatirkannya. Namun rasa khawatirku hilang ketika melihatnya berjalan lesu dibawah guyuran hujan. Aku tahu, dibalik tetesan air hujan yang mengguyurnya, ada air mata yang mengalir deras di pipinya. Ia langsung memelukku. Erat. Bahunya bergetar naik turun disertai dengan isak tangis yang keluar dari bibr mungilnya. Aku benci saat-saat seperti ini. Aku benci melihatnya menangis. Sudah kubilang bahwa aku yang terbaik untukmu. Di bawah guyuran hujan, kubiarkan ia menangis di pelukanku. Ia kembali menyendiri dan bersamaku lagi.

Namun aku salah. Dugaanku tak tepat. Kupikir ia akan benar-benar kembali padaku seutuhnya tapi…tidak. Aku tahu, aku tak dapat berbuat banyak, aku tak dapat memberinya nasihat jika ia butuh, tapi aku selalu mendengarkannya, aku selalu memahaminya, dan aku selalu benar-benar mengerti perasaannya.

Kini aku tergantikan, ia lebih sering bersamanya. Lebih memberikan warna hidupnya. Aku tergantikan. Kini aku tahu, seiring berjalannya waktu, ia akan berubah, ia akan terus bertambah dewasa, ia bukan seorang anak kecil lagi dan ia tidak membutuhkanku lagi. Karena aku hanya sebuah boneka. Boneka kecil, lusuh, dan bau. Yang tak dapat bergerak ataupun berbicara. Ia selalu berkutat dengan benda persegi panjang dan datar itu. Tersenyum-senyum sendiri, berbagai ekspresi tampak di wajahnya.

Kini aku kesepian, berada di sudut ruangan dan berdebu. Seperti seonggok sampah tak berguna. Derap kaki itu kini semakin dekat. Sangat. Ia membuka pintu perlahan, berharap ia membawaku ke taman, bermain dan akan mendengarkan ocehannya kembali. Tapi…, ia masuk tanpa menoleh sedikitpun padaku dan langsung mengambil benda persegi itu lalu berjalan keluar.

Aku hanya bisa memandangnya nanar dan sedih.

Kau melupakanku?

Gadis kecilku telah melupakanku?

Tidakkah kau ingat bahwa aku yang selalu menemanimu?

Selalu mendengar celotehan panjangmu?

Memelukmu ketika kau menangis?

Temanmu sejak kau kecil.

Tidakkah kau ingat janjimu?

Janji kita?

Selalu bersama.

Aku tahu kita akan selalu bersama tapi tak selamanya. Semua ada waktunya.

Aku ingin kau tahu bahwa aku merasa terbuang. Aku sakit hati. Aku ingin marah padamu. Memakimu. Membencimu karena telah mengkhianatiku. Tapi aku tak bisa membencimu, karena aku menyayangimu Rue. Walaupun kau pergi meninggalkanku dan akan melupakanku, ingatlah bahwa aku akan selalu ada disampingmu jika kau tidak membuangku ke tempet pembuangan. Dan jika itu terjadi, aku akan tetap menyayangimu Rue. Teman sejatiku.

Story Telling about Martha Christina Tiahahu

Martha Christina Tiahahu

It was a fine day out and Captain Paulus Tiahahu had just arrived home from his duty as a warrior in the war against the colonial cruelty of the people of Netherlands in the early nineteenth century. With a red band around the upper part of her head that she always wore, a young lady named Martha greeted her father in blazing pride. “How’s it like to literally work for the country?” she asked, to which she received the reply, “Everybody who does all their work life under the spirit towards the country’s longing to freedom is working for the country, Martha. Everybody.”

With all respect and inspiration towards her father, long story short, Martha was encouraged to be a part of the battlefield struggler. It was in the age of seventeen when Martha, along with her father and several others of the war leaders, came into a tight discussion in the midst of the dark wilds to make a strategy.

The Village of Ouw, in the southeast of the Saparua Island, was yet another victim. Another war. Another confrontation. Another fight means not one but many more strikes of swords, shouts of painful cries, bullets passing through the heads of the innocent, deeds with no mercy, homes exploding with heart-breaking fires, and lost children in desperate search for their mothers. The unforgiving, inhumane Dutch soldiers burnt the village until all its homes were as flat as the ground. Seeing this, With her father, Martha had sworn never give up. In the midst of the chaos; of the uncontrollable worry; in the midst of the Moluccas’ fall, Martha steadied herself. She looked around and shouted to the Village of Ouw, “This is our land! This is the land on which we were born! Don’t let those colonialists take it away from us!” And so the Moluccas were challenged to be fueled up again. They stood up for the sake of the land’s dignity and attacked back. Liberty or death, so was their motto that was known to keep them up. Martha focused on the women, the gender of her kind, that were helpless and told them to get back up. “We were born here, and therefore we shall be sacrificially willing to make our permanent ends on this part of the Earth. It’s much better to die in struggle against them than become their bloody slaves.”

But, Martha Christina Tiahahu and the fighters were successfully defeated by the foes. Some were killed, and some were thrown away to the Island of Java. How much more miserable it was for Martha to see that her father was one of the very people threatened to be killed.

From a distance, bordered by a barrier, she saw it all. How they beat his father and treated him in the most disrespectful ways. “Let go of my father!” she cried. “In exchange, let me be punished to death, Let me die for him…” she wept in her heart.

But to the Dutch, the life of a father to her daughter meant nothing. They had no feelings; no mercy. It was their job not to grant little Martha’s wish. In a matter of seconds, which was the most meaningful seconds of Martha’s life, the sound was finally heard. “BAM!” A bullet had gone past the captain’s head.

For a moment, she felt nothing. She saw nothing. She heard nothing. The young lady’s heart had been ripped apart. Did I just see that? It was a dream, wasn’t it? Why’s my father lying down there? Where did my great man go?

And so was the end to the hero that meant everything to Martha. The one who had taught her life, struggle, and faith could no longer be alongside her to tap her on the shoulders and say that together, they would do it; together, they would bring the enemy down; together, the Moluccas will stand up.

After her father’s death, Marta Christina Tiahahu entered the forest with her troops. She wanted to continue her father’s struggle. Unfortunately, the troops of the Dutchmen could seize her troops. Then the government of the Dutchmen sent Marta Christina to Java Island. Unfortunately, Marta Christina was sick on board. She didn’t want to eat and drink. Even, she refused to drink medicine. So, Marta Christina was seriously ill. Finally, she passed away. Then the Dutchmen on the ship buried her dead body into the sea between Buru island and Tiga island.

Following independence, the Indonesian government declared the Maluku freedom fighter a national heroine, and her death anniversary on 2 January is commemorated as Martha Christina Tiahahu Day.

Story Telling about Stupid Jack

Story Telling About

Stupid Jack

Once upon a time, there was a boy whose name was Jack. He lived with his mother. They were very poor and the old woman got her living by spinning, but Jack was so lazy and he never do anything.

One Monday, his mother couldn't let him to didn't do anything for her, and at last, his mother told him “Jack! You not a little boy now. Why you didn't looking for a job? If you didn't want to work, you will be better get out from here!”said his mother angrily. Jack was very surprised with his mother said, but he was want to follow his mother said.

So on Tuesday, he went out and hired himself for to a neighbouring farmer for a penny. But when he got home, “I'm sorry mom, I lost the money” said Jack. “Oh My God Jack, you stupid boy!. You should have put the money in your pocket” said his mother angrily. “Ok mom, I'll do so another time” replied Jack.

On Wednesday, Jack went out again and hired himself to a cow-keeper, who gave him a jar of milk for his day's work. Jack took the jar, “Ok, I must put it into the pocket of my jacket” said Jack. But Jack spilling it all, long before he got home. “Dear me!, you should have carried it on your head and you walked to slowly.” said the old woman. “Ok, I'll do so another time mom” said Jack.

On Thursday, Jack hired himself again to a farmer, who agreed to give him a cream cheese for his sevices. Jack took the cheese, “Hmm, I must carried it on my head and walked to slowly” said Jack.

But on that day, the weather was very hot until the cream cheese melted on his hair when he was coming home. “Jack, why you very stupid! You should have carried it very carefully in your hands” said his mother again. “Ok mom, I'll do so another time” replied jack.

On Friday, Jack went out again and hired himself to a bakery, who would give him nothing for his work but a large tom-cat. Jack took the cat, “Wah, I must carried it very carefully in my hands” said Jack with himself. But in a short time, the cat was feeling short of breath in the grip of his hands. So, Meonggg! The cat scratched him and Jack let it go. When he go home, his mother said to him, “Oh dear me! Why didn't you tie the cat with a strong and drag it along after you?”. “I'm sorry mom, but I'll do so another time” said Jack.

So on Saturday, Jack hired himself to a butcher, who gave him a meat for his work. Jack took the meat, “Well, I must tied the meat with a string and dragged it along after me” said Jack. Of course his mother was very angry, because when he got home, the meat was full of dust and couldn't to eat. “You ninney-hammer, you should have carried the meat on your shoulder Jack!” said his mother angrily. “I'm very sorry mom, but I'll do so another time to very well” said Jack sadly. Because his foolishness, on Sunday Jack just ate cabbage.

On the next Monday, Jack went once more and hired himself to a cattle-keeper, who gave him a donkey for his trouble. “Ok, now I must carried the donkey on my shoulder” said Jack. But, oh.... how so difficult it was to carried the donkey on his shoulder. So, Jack carried the donkey on his head. On the way, Jack felt so tired, so he said “Hu... hu... hu...Oh My God! You were so heavy donkey! I feel like die”. When he was coming home, Jack past the house of a rich man. The rich man who have a beautiful girl. Unfortunately, she never spoke and laughed.

When she was in front of her house, Jack was passing with the donkey on his head, with the legs sticking up in the air, and the sight was so comical. So, without realizing she was laughing and she said “Ha..ha..ha.. Hei you! You will be better if the donkey go to walked instead you looks like so tired”. Her parents were so surprised, because their daughter can speak and laugh. They were so happy and they approached Jack, “Thank you, oh my god.. thank you very much young man. Because of you, my daughter can spoke and laugh. Oh, would you marry with my daughter and become my son in law?” said her parents.

Since then, Jack lived in a large house and become a rich gentleman. And Jack's mother lived with them. And they lived happiness to forever.

• Moral value from this story tell :

Altough every work that he did was always wrong and never to be successful, but he never gave up and always tried to do any work to be successful. So, try if you want to be a successful. Remember “It will not to be successful without trying”.

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I just an ordinary girl, not special, not perfect. Yeah Just me.

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