Halo Mah M amah Apa kabar? Bagaimana kehidupan setelah kematian? Semoga jauh lebih menyenangkan daripada apa yang kita bayangkan. Sudah dua tahun lebih mamah pergi Sudah selama itu juga saya hanya bisa mendengarkan rekaman suara mamah di pesan suara whatsapp yang sengaja saya simpan. Saya rindu Mah. Rindu sekali Saya rindu ngobrol tentang cucu-cucu mamah setiap sabtu malam sambil berkendara menuju tempat main bola. Walaupun sering kali kita hanya membicarakan hal yang itu itu lagi, tapi saya selalu menikmati setiap menit obrolan dengan mamah Saya rindu makan nasi goreng buatan mamah yang penuh kesederhanaan. Tanpa kecap, tanpa aneka macam bumbu, hanya telur ayam, garam, dan sedikit bawang goreng. Saya rindu omelan omelan mamah setiap kali saya pulang larut dan bau rokok Saya rindu semua hal tentang mamah Dulu mamah pernah bilang “Nanti klo mamah mati kerasa sakitnya kangen sama orang tua yang sudah meninggal” Mamah benar, Sakit rasanya menahan rindu ini Sakit sekali. Saya rindu Mah..
You are not your age, Nor the size of clothes you wear, You are not a weight, Or the colour of your hair. You are not your name, Or the dimples in your cheeks, You are all the books you read, And all the words you speak, You are your croaky morning voice, And the smiles you try to hide, You're the sweetness in your laughter, And every tear you've cried, You're the songs you sing so loudly, When you know you're all alone, You're the places that you've been to, And the one that you call home, You're the things that you believe in, And the people that you love, You're the photos in your bedroom, And the future you dream of, You're made of so much beauty, But it seems that you forgot, When you decided that you were defined, By all the things you're not.