11.4.29

Seorang gadis akhirnya bertanya,

“Kenapa tak menulis juga saat bahagia?”

Aku jawab: (dengan senyum kecil yang begitu miris)

“…Aku tak sering bahagia,

Jadi jika ada satu jam aku bahagia,

Sungguh aku takkan menghabiskan lima menitnya untuk menulis,

Enam puluh menit kurasa begitu singkat, please deh?!”

                                                                                -p.puteri

#Dear2

Dear America this August,

                Even though I can’t believe it but I begin to think about any house I’ll live in, or any family I’ll live with, or any school I’ll go to, or any friend I’ll make.

                Or maybe just asking about my departure, from how many cases I’ll bring to the airport, or how much people will accompany me leaving, or how much tears will be on my cheeks, or how often I say goodbyes.

                I try to imagine about any farewell parties, perhaps, that dedicated for me and other friends. Or how many laughter at the time, or maybe just how many cries, and also how many hugs.

                Or I just imagine about my feeling, how happy I am to see you America! How sad I am to leave friends. How nervous I am to meet my host fam. Till how pity I am when I refuse to come back home.

#Dear1

Dear New York this August,

                I can never imagine I’ll be in USA for whole my life, but I’m really going to. (InsyaAllah)

                Even it’s hard for me to take a breath. Just like a dream that last for so long. Dream that I can’t wake up.

                Thanks for The Only God, Allah SWT. The One Who Keeps Giving me hopes when I even do not believe in myself. The God Who leads me always to the right path although I am such a trouble maker and an always-make-disappointed. I’m really sorry for everything.

                But now there is really a big job that waits me in the front, that sooner or later I’ll face it.

                Now, I know nothing what should I do. To make this chance ain’t useless. To see AFS big team satisfied after choosing me. To prove to America that I absolutely could be dependable.

                Dear This August, I don’t even care with my-sweet-ever-seventeen. All I worry about is how to make people around me happy with my existence. I don’t even care with the-one-I-love-today. I just want my host fam love me as their own family, won’t they?

*Have a nice August Anggi.

Dear Heart, please bear still to be my heart. Never you leave me. I won’t survive by this ego, and help me through everything. Bad things or lovely things.

P.S: Hey lovely, keep smiling, the one who loves to smile, will be helped easily, by the entire world.

11.4.29

Tak ada lagi harapan,

Sakitpun sudah terlalu hebat,

Rasanya seluruh tubuhku ingin meledak,

Air mata terus jatuh seiring isak.

Inilah sebenarnya putus asa,

Pura-pura bahagia pun tak bisa.

Tuhan, ada apa ini?

                                                                -p.puteri

11.4.29

Somehow,

Whatever with you,

No matter you see me or not even close,

Whatever!

I just wanna be charming.

So people around me,

Or maybe around you… see me!

Somehow.

                                                                -p.puteri

11.4.29

Jika saja itu bukan kau,

Kekecewaanku takkan sedalam ini.

                                                                -p.puteri

11.4.29

Kekecewaanku yang terbesar,

Hingga terlalu sedih untuk marah,

Terjadi hari ini.

Sayangnya, kau-lah penyebabnya.

                                                                -p.puteri