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repulsion.

24 Feb

Tubuh disandar pada bangku coklat. Menutup mata merasa angin petang. Bertiup meresap hijab terus ke hati. Bekas kuih dijinjing rendah, mengundang perhatian kucing jalanan. Mengiau.

Mata dibuka. Berkaca.

Ma, why do I always take the wrong turn?

Perlahan suara ditutur. Cuba menahan getar agar tiada yang terkeluar.

Senyap.

Di hujung kain baju kurung, sang kucing bunting memandang, mengundang belas. Kuih dilempar ke tanah.

It’s not a wrong turn. It’s experience. 

Si ibu kembali senyap. Menggigit kuih sambil sesekali melemparkan cebisan buat kucing bunting kelaparan.

Experience laden with guilt is still a wrong turn. 

Empangan mata pecah.

Di hadapan bangku, Sungai Kerian berlumba mengalir laju.

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Posted by on February 24, 2012 in cloudy mind

 

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