Suatu Tempat

Aku mengiginkan saat-saat itu. Aku membayangkan ada di saat itu.

Saat ketika garis pantai menghampar bersama lautan yang memudar senja.

Di bawah sana, membatasi kota kecil yang dipadati pemukiman penduduk di dataran rendah itu.
Ketika angin dingin November menyapu es yang serupa kesendirian.
Aku masih berdiri di situ.
Memandang garis pantai senja yang keindahannya menyesakkan tenggorokan.

Bukankah itu adalah dunia yang kuinginkan berada di dalamnya?
Tempat yang bisa kubanggakan.

Bumi yang keindahannya hanya mataku yang bisa melihatnya.

Angin dingin terus meniup.

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On First Love

So I just finished reading the first volume of Haruki Murakami’s “1Q84”. The first time I heard about the book was during my first year in graduate school at Yonsei, spring, ah no, fall of 2010. My Korean teacher told our class about it and since then I had always wanted to read it. So I waited until it was released in Indonesia in a language I can understand.

My teacher told me that the book was about murders, and it’s pretty much all she said about it. I read it. And honestly, not until the early part of the second book of the first volume did I understand what was 1Q84 is all about.

The book was about first love. Set in a fictional world of year 1Q84 where two moons are hanging on the sky. The main characters are swung and stirred in an unpredictable, surreal events in life only to understand that their sole purpose is to find their first love. Only to remember that they are first loves for each other. A classic.

I can’t relate to the story. Because both main characters, Aomame and Tengo never give up on their first love. I did. In the novel, Tengo has a girlfriend, but he decides to dash toward his first love. I don’t.

Japanese produce a whole lot of first love stories. To mention a few of them, “Love Letter”, “Itazura na Kiss”, “1Q84” etc. Indonesians, on the contrary, never really relate to the romanticism of first love, shown in how limited there are literature and movie works on first love. And why is that? Is it because we all decide to give up on our first loves? Is it because we all have lost it somehow?