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September 23, 2007
my cousin D
On Friday night I dreamt about my cousin D. Gue ngga hadir di pemakamannya, dan gue belom pernah ke rumah ortunya, tapi this dream landscape is definitely one I've had before, dan dalam konteks yang sama yaitu rumah ortunya. Lucu yah, rupanya subconscious gue mempunyai sebuah image of what his parents' house is like, dan memori gue ingat bahwa I've dreamt about this before.
In any case, I couldn't stop thinking about D. He was my second cousin, and counting all the years I've been away, we'd hardly seen each other. My memories of him are few, but vivid.
Like that one rainy afternoon with a family party going on and I escaped the clutches of genuine-yet-choking family warmth, seeking refuge in the empty terrace overlooking the small fish pond (a malaria source, if anything!). Not long after, D came to join me. We didn't speak, much. We sat there in our silent understanding that family gets too much for us sometimes. I was glad for his company.
I remember the pitter-patter of the gentle rain, the light of the approaching dusk desaturating the colors of the day, our bare feet on the tile floor, the tip of his cigarette glowing orange in the semi-darkness, the smoke dissipating into the air like ghosts of our past, his white teeth as he smiled, the breaths we took almost in synch.
I wish I could have captured that moment, tangibly, somehow, and then D would be alive in more than just my heart and mind.
Posted by Yasmina at September 23, 2007 05:02 PM
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turut berduka cita yas.
RIP
Posted by: retno at September 24, 2007 07:15 PM
