In A Cafe

Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to another, but create a common thread between them by including the same item — an object, a symbol, a place — in each part.

I

She sips a drink in her hand and look away to the window. It’s raining outside and not much people want to stop by, unless they’re walking and already have an appointment here. So I have some time to observe people in this café. She’s been in the table for twenty minutes. She kept looking in her phone every second. Suddenly her eyes burst into tears. I don’t hear a loud crying voice, instead she has this little voice of her, trying to keep her voice low, and people away. Too bad here behind the counter where I sat I can look at her clearly. Her phone is ringing and she tries so hard to be cheerful to the other person on the phone. When she hung up, she puts both of her hands to cover her face. I know she’s crying. This time, she doesn’t even care of people. I decide to put some songs to cover her cry.  She looks at my direction and said “thank you”, I replied her with my head gesture.

II

There’s this man with his laptop for about an hour in the café, right before it’s raining. I thought he didn’t wait for a company, but then I am wrong again. There is this girl with a black jacket and jeans, also a black converse, coming to the café, a bit wet because seems like the rain were heavy. She is looking for someone, and when the guy with the laptop sees her, he waves his hand. She feels relieved. The guy walks towards her. “God, you’re all wet” he said worriedly. She just smiles and opens her jacket. “It’s okay. It’s raining water, not blood” said her. “Ah, sir, may I have a cup of hot chocolate for my friend here?” the guy asked me. I nodded and move from where I sat. “Sir. Please make it two. And do you have anything that matched that?” she asked. “I got cookies, marshmallows, and cinnamon toast, buttered”, I answered. “Man, those three sounds awesome. I’d like to have those three, is it okay?” she asked the guy. He just nodded and smiling. She said thank you to me and walks to their table. Meanwhile the guy is still standing beside me. “Do you need something?” I asked him. He smiled at me and said “This is our three years together. I want to propose her here. May you put this ring in the middle of her foods? And make it as beautiful as she is?” the guy get a small box from his jeans’ pocket. How sweet. I nodded and make sure they won’t forget this rainy day.

III

Rain is still pouring outside even though it’s already night. I looked at my watch, I still got few more minutes before closing. Only a man sits in the corner of my café. I polish glasses in my counter when I see two girls walk, or should I say run towards my café. The smaller one wears a little pink umbrella and a pink boot. When the bigger one wear a blue raincoat. I put the glass and the wiper in the counter to welcome them. “Welcome…” I said and then smile at them. “Daddy!!” shout the little girl. She puts her umbrella on the floor and run toward me. “Belle, you should put your umbrella in this can! Geez, kiddo.” said the girl with blue raincoat, acting a grown up. She puts her raincoat in the hanger and takes Belle umbrella in the can. “You should take your coat off before you hug Dad, Belle” continue her. I just smile hearing that. “You sound like an old woman, Ashley.” Said Belle while take off her coat. I help her to hang in the higher hanger. She runs to the sofa. Ashley just rolls her eyes and follows her. “I make you some chocolate, alright” I enter the counter and see the man who sits in the corner smile. “You’ve got some cute children. How old are they?” he asked while I’m making the hot chocolate. “Thank you. The small one is in third grade, while the big one is in fifth grade.” Answered me. The man drinks his beer. “My wife left me two years ago. She took our daughter, Lily” he started to tell a story. “I’m sorry to hear that” I said, adjusting my deep condolence. “Yeah I know. Anyway, I’m stable now and maybe I will asked for together custody” he continues his story and sip his last beer. “That’s great” I answered while giving two chocolate to my daughters. The man smiled and put some money in the counter. “Thank you, Sir. Have a great night. You two girls…” he said while walking towards us. My girls shout “you too, Sir” and he smiles before he left my café. What a day, I mumbled and suddenly I hear a loud horn and a brake. I asked my girls to stay in the café while I run outside. The man just had an accident. I called 911 and trying to keep him breathing. My girls are looking worriedly at me. People are coming.

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-A-

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Akademi Bercerita Yogyakarta

Oke, saya menyempatkan diri sebelum tidur (padahal karena saya masih belum mengantuk dan dilanda flu yang luar biasa menyebalkan) untuk menulis sebuah, ehm, kesan saya selama dua minggu (iya bukan ya) mengikuti kelas ini.

At first, no one knows no one. Yang saya kenal ya cuma Bentar, secara dia yang mempersuade saya untuk mengikuti kelas menulis ini. Iya saya senang, saya extremely excited sekaligus takut dan malu ya. Saya kan orangnya selalu memikirkan sesuatu sampai berkali-kali (kayak nulis ini aja tadi sampai saya harus menghapusnya beberapa kali), saya juga nggak pandai dalam berinteraksi sama orang lain (yeah right, I hate and afraid of people), saya nggak bisa bicara di depan publik, pokoknya deg-degan lah! Hari pertama langsung masuk kelas dan harus meninggalkan pacar saya (kirain cuma ngobrol bentar doang) sampe akhirnya pacar saya pulang jalan kaki. so, sorry~ dan perkenalan. Saya pikir ya dari sesi perkenalan itu, mereka semua itu hebat-hebat. capalah akuh ini.. :p I was really amazed by them, so many positive energies from them, to be honest. Hari pertama berakhir dengan lancar jaya~

Pertemuan kedua diawali ketika aku dan Bentar datang terlambat, huft. Mas Imam udah memberikan materi (fyi, Mas Imam ini salah satu editor dari Bentang Pustaka, yang kata Mas Udin, beliau jahat.) dan nggak enak lah saya datang terlambat gitu ya. Tapi seems like Mas Imam itu biasa aja (nggak tahu dalam hatinya ya :p). Dikasih materi tentang sebelum menulis, saat menulis, setelah menulis, dan sedikit tentang plot. Dan, selama penjelasan Mas Imam itu, saya cuma bisa “oooh, iya ya” “ya ampun, bener banget” “oh gitu ya” dan lain sebagainya yang saya lupa. Pokoknya kena banget lah sama apa yang biasa saya lakukan ketika menulis. Wanna be writer you said.. Still got a lot of catching up to do, girl. Jadi, setelah malam yang mencerahkan itu berakhir, saya sedih, selain waktunya kayaknya kurang, kurang puas nanya-nanya (padahal ya saya nggak nanya juga), gitulah. Saya agak takut juga sih sama Mas Imam, yah secara beiau editor dan udah baca jutaan naskah gitu, ntar ngeliat naskah saya mungkin reaksinya “apaan nih” :p gitulah..

Getting closer….

Kemarin siang datang untuk pertemuan ketiga. Merasa sedih nggak bisa ikut BestFest karena satu dan lain hal, dan sedikit syok karena ada Claudia Kaunang juga di Bentang, sayang nggak sempet foto bareng, minta tanda tangan dan tanya-tanya. Turns out, Mas Imam selaku editor ternama (asik) tidak bisa memberikan materi, jadi kesepakatan dibuat untuk malam ini dan kita tetap mengumpulkan PR dari beliau. Kemarin siang jadi kita bikin game (which I already told in the few back posts) dan ngobrol-gobrol. Jadi kayak deket gitu deh, jadi saya dengan sok akrab gitu menggali-gali beberapa hal tentang si Nana :p (iya, penasaran banget sama radio buku itu apa. haha.) Well, kemarin siang menyenangkan!

And finally, tonight! Bentar terlambat jemput (ah wes byasa), untungnya sih belum masuk materi ya. Disambut sama martabak asin (that’s what I called) dan onigiri~ iya, jadi salah satu teman saya itu, Rayhana itu, membuka usaha onigiri. Pengen langsung dimakan sih, mumpung anget kan, tapi nggak enak juga sama yang lain kan ;p (ntar pada minta, maksudnya :p pelit banget) Ngobrol-ngobrol bentar, maksa Mas Udin buat cerita, tapi gagal 😦 Jreng.. Mas Imam dateng, dan membawa file PR kita 😐 Ngejelasin tentang penokohan dan karakter, akhirnya masuk dan ngambil contoh tokoh yang saya buat, dan tokoh Mbak Lia. Deg-degan lagi.. Sampe jadi salah tingkah, sumpah malu-maluin banget lah. Dari gitu aja bisa jadi satu cerita yang nggak ada habisnya, yang bikin ketawa nggak berhenti. Seru banget. I’m glad, he chose my character. So that I can learn things I should and I shouldn’t do. And turns out, Mas Imam is not as scary as Mas Udin told (in this context, he isn’t an editor, but a teacher). Malam ini belajar banyak banget tentang penokohan dan plot! Bener-bener membuka pikiran (asik, bahasanya). Dan malam ini, lebih kerasa yah makin deket sama temen-temen. Kayak kata Mas Imam tadi “satu tokoh dan tokoh yang lain tidak bisa bertemu secara kebetulan atau tiba-tiba. Harus ada satu kesamaan atau motif atau penghubung agar mereka bisa bertemu. Dan kita semua bertemu disini karena kita suka menulis, dan Mas Imam adalah editor.” Semoga kedepannya jadi lebih baik dan semangat lagi deh~

I guess, I have to end it because I’m getting worse. Seems like I got a fever now. So, you all.. get some rest!

-A-

Adeline

So.. I just read Daily Post post this night. I know it’s probably too late, but I kinda like the quest, so I will just ignore it if I missed the quest already.

About name. First name. I am Adeline. For an Indonesian like me, it would be bothered, because some of my teacher back in elementary school were hard to spell my name. And not to mention the boys were acting like a jerk, mocking my name and myself. I was devastated back then, why the hell is my parents choose that name? Why have to be A for the first word? It was really annoying.

But then as time goes by, I like my name. You know, like Madeline, a children’s book series written by Ludwig Bemelmans, an Austrian author. Or like Adelaide, capital city of South Australia. Then I asked my mother way I was named Adeline, so she said that my mother’s family doctor, who is a Dutch, suggest her that name because it’s cute and the meaning of it is “noble; serene”. Then.. just like that, my mother agreed.

So, have I ever thought about changing names? Of course. There’s some names I really like, Emily, Alice, and Keisha. But when I grew up, I never thought about it anymore. I used them to some of my stories. Whatever with people, mock me all the way you want, but that’s my name. And I love it.

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have a good sleep fellas!

-A-

Welcome, Summer!

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*inhale* *exhale*

*putting a good smile*

So.. the last post was about my complain of things I’d rather not talk about. I am sorry. But, gladly, that’s fit of my url and my theme. No need to make another fuss abut it, shall we?

How are you? It’s the end of May, and most of you are welcoming the summer, I guess. Summer. It’s great for people who live in four seasons country, I think. For me personally, I’d prefer Winter and Autumn. But still, I can’t stand the cold. Once when I was in Germany for two weeks in March, the temperature was like 5’C, and the lowest when I’ve been there was -7’C. My friends and my hosts who stayed there said that, “this isn’t cold”, “we’ve got -40’C back then and couldn’t go anywhere”, “oh, there’s the sun, let’s lay outside!” and many more positive talks. I just sighed and decided to watch TV in the apartment with the heater on. Even I still wore three clothes and sock and jacket and gloves. Especially when I am out for the workshop, I wore five! Ridiculous weather, but fun. Too bad I couldn’t feel the snow 😦 next time maybe ;p

Summer. Reminds me of the name of a movie, which Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt played. Some of my guy friends (ehm, friends), were really mad at Summer. They hated her for life. They called her bitch for abandoning Tom, and after what Tom did for her. To be honest, I do hate Summer. But, I love how it ends too. Happy at first, and in the end, she broke up with him, and he got broken heated. But still, Tom got a new one in the end, Autumn. The most favorite scene for me is where they were in a park, sitting and taking. Then Tom says to Summer that he really hopes she is happy. That’s the beautiful line.

Summer for some of my friends online and offline, was about not having school (YAY), warped tours, parties, travelling, beaches, pools, lemonades, bikinis, sun-tanned, burns, sun-dresses, hats, flip-flops, shorts, cold beers, and so much I forgot ;p

So… Summer. What have you prepared to welcome it? 😉

 

-A- 

Be Gone

I really hate people who acts like a fucking saint, but the truth is they’re no different than us. I really hate people who acts like a fucking hero, but the truth is they’re just some civilians. I really hate people who claims to be fucking love me, and care about me, but fact is, they did thing to hurt me even more. I really hate them for God sake! I really hate them to the fucking root of my veins, and make me want to do things I’m really best at, screwing everything up.

I want you to fucking leave me fucking alone.

Let me fucking deal my own fucking problems by my fucking self.

If I want you to help me, believe me, I fucking will.

Free yourselves from my fucking problems. You all not me, you won’t ever feel what the fuck I am feeling. You got no fucking idea about those. You have to feel the same fucking pain I felt. You have to dealt with those. So, unless you’re a fucking psychiatrist or God, no, you can’t help me through these. Maybe one day, I will make tape records just like Hannah Baker, and your names on it. You’ll see.

 

-A-

What I see and hear last week

A man just died in this city where I study. He was depressed. He was the chief in a music festival, which was being held 25th and 26th. He killed himself, by jumped to the train. He killed himself because he was depressed that the sponsor weren’t enough, he had to loan on some people, and the fucking idiot media accused him of “the bands fee weren’t enough because the chief took all the money and run away”, then he was being bullied in twitter and media. That sucks. May peace be with him and his family.

And still people talked bad about suicide, One of a famous singer of a famous band said that, “no matter how depressed we are, suicide is not an option”. Yeah right, said a person who knows nothing about being depressed. “God will always be with us” said her. True. But, we shouldn’t judge him like that. We don’t know any single thing about how he felt and how his life was. I am irritated. You have no right talk bad about suicide! You know nothing!

Seriously, search the right and the absolute fact about things being said to you first! Then you may give some comments. To the one who posted the wrong info, may jail be with you, you useless prick!

Because sometimes people do actually feel that way. Sometimes your life feels like it’s caving in on you. Sometimes people really do feel like they don’t want to exist, like they want to just curl up in a ball, and go into that place between life and death. Saying “I don’t want to exist” isn’t saying “I want to go die”. It’s, for me, saying “I wish that , for the time being, I could go somewhere and not have to feel.”. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. And please, if you don’t know how it feels to feel this way, then you have no place to judge anyone who does.

Just

Please

 

-A-