Each and every minute counts if you always try to look around and see that even a falling leaf or a small drop of rain means something. But its meaning may fade quickly, unless you make an effort to keep the track.
Another bestfriend I’ve spent my time with so much in college. We took the same classes in our English Dept. Himapala, too, has widened our horizons. Rukin, a senior journalist in Jawa Pos now, seems to find his way back to Unesa, our alma mater, as he’s involved in a number of programs. In fact, Ella, Rukin, and me, our paths are crossing now. And Keluarga Unesa, the mailing list we’re in, has made many things possible.
Here’s a poem he wrote for me, as he heard about my condition.
Bayangan itu muncul tiba-tiba Rekan sekelas saat kuliah berlari terdepan mengeliling lapangan bola
gambaran itu masih jelas terpampang rekan sesama anggota himapala bergelantungan pada seutas tali dari plafon gedung gema merayapi dindingnya
Membayangkan sosok itu tergolek dengan berbagai selang di badan sepertinya bukan cerita nyata