Skip to main content

DIALOG SWASTA LA KICAP

-SATU-

Kemboja: Sarung bantal!
Kekwa: Kemboja, mari kita serve.

Di lewat senja, bunga-bunga menguntum bicara....

Kiambang: Apa ni, aku tak bisa mengerti, alang-alang berpusing..biar orang pening...
Kantan: Ha.....ha....ha.....dia, sudah buka...
Kekwa: Memang, Buka. Tutup. Buka. Tutup
Kemboja: ....
Kiambang: Tutup lagi cantik.
Kemboja: Setuju.
Kantan: Teruntun juga hatiku... Ada lagi, buka. Tutup. Buka. Tutup. Kerana kumbang..
Kiambang: Apa? Kumbang?
Kantan: Ya. Kerana kumbang.
Kiambang: Kerana kumbang... buka. Tutup. Buka. Tutup. Buka. Tutup. Tak diterima akal.
Kemboja: Akal tak terima
Kiambang: Terima akal tidak
Kemboja: Tidak akal terima
Kiambang: Ada benar. Harus menyebelah. Jika tidak mungkin parah, mungkin padah. Cuma, menyebelah bukan akur, setiap kita punya cara, Adaptasi.
Kekwa: Benar. Terpulang pada diri. Adaptasi.
Kiambang: Adaptasi. Jangan taksub yang sudi. Jangan musuhi yang pergi.
Kantan: Syukur...
Kiambang: Syukur...
Kekwa: Syukur...
Kemboja: Syukur...

Santap. Hirup. Santap. Hirup. Alhamdulillah.........

Kantan: Suka. Cara dan bicara. Aku suka.
Kiambang: Ya. Begitu seharusnya. Aku juga suka.
Kekwa: Soalnya cara. Kalau, kita. Kita. Kita. Kita. Memanglah. Terjumud dari dunia.
Kiambang: Sedang mereka. Kakak. Abang. Makcik. Pakcik. Atuk. Nenek. Kita juga. Warna memanglah tak sama. Tapi kita, adalah, serupa.
Kekwa: Banyak himpun yang dirumpun, hanya kita, kita, kita dan kita, yang saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaama.
Kantan: Bukan setakat himpun di pekan Malibun, lontar pandang ke kampung halaman, rimba Meloyan. Rumpun yang dirumpun, hanya kita, kita, kita, kita.
Kiambang: Mungkin, harusnya kita bicara, mereka. Mereka. Mereka.
Kemboja: Ah! Bila kita sering bicara, baru aku lihat, ada istimewacela.
Kiambang: Aku takjub, kadang bimbang. Di rimba Meloyan..banyak himpun, kenapa mereka tidak merumpun melainkan himpun yang mereka sendiri rumpun.
Kantan: Sekali, ada rumpun. Gelap. Takut. Isi rumpun... merasa cukup, katanya cukup.
Kemboja: Cukup?
Kantan: Ya, cukup. Andai segunung berjaya didaki. Hentikan, jangan memburu lagi!
Kemboja: Mengapa begitu?
Kiambang: Aku tak setuju.
Kantan: Memang, aku tak setuju.
Kemboja: Tak setuju!
Kekwa: Aku juga, tak setuju.
Kiambang: Putarkan apa yang kita dengar tadi. Dahulu, hidup...hidup...hidup.... sekarang didik...didik...didik... penting. Harus terus buruan. Tangkapan, kekuatan. Kekuatan, tangkapan.
Kantan: Ya! Juga ada. Mereka kata. Bingkai masa, bahagi dan kira mudah kiranya bunga dan kumbang dari rimba yang sama.
Kiambang: err..
Kekwa:...
Kemboja:...

Bangun. Sinki.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Asrama

Oh, my dear nephew is enrolling to Maahad today. Oh, I could see his murky face when he kissed me goodbye… Sorry dear, makcik tak hantaq, malas nak menyempit kereta… the thought of being sent away from home for the first time must be dreadful… oh, I know it well… masuk asrama memang tak best. Anyways, you’re a boy, you must do well… It reminds me of my first day being away from home. I rushed for a shower the moment I saw my ayah’s car left the school yard. It was still early for a late noon shower, but all I wanted was just to cry (out of anyone sights, since that I found shower is a great place to shed my tears)… haha… I couldn’t sleep at nights, found it so hard to make friends and follow the rules… For a year, I scribbled everywhere a note ‘ adik nak balik, adik benci asrama ’… wishing that my parents would read and get me out of there… hahaa… Oh, I made it through though… Eventually, a bunk bed did give me some good sleeps, I made lot of friends….oh, but I never really succeede

Transition

Sometimes I wonder if I would still blog after I go back for good since it always turns out that I don’t really blog whenever I return to Malaysia. I’m back in Melbourne again. Despite everything I said about this place. I'm always thankful that I’m studying here. 8 hours is long enough, can’t imagine going further. Let alone going back during a short winter break like I just did. Haha… However, regardless how good Melbourne is, coming back here is never easy. It is not the place, it’s the transition. Travelling is tiring. Yes, like yesterday, I had to take two flights, one from Penang to KL, then KL to Melb, it is a lot more tiring for someone like me who could barely sleep in a plane. That’s why I enjoy traveling during the day and taking a window seat. I enjoy day dreaming while staring at those fluffy white clouds. Haha.. Weather change changes everything. I had never went back during winter before. So that was my first time experiencing an abrupt change from a

Creepy Me in my Poems

For the first time in my architecture-life, I'm bringing my poems into architecture. What's more interesting is, I use my poems in their original form, by this I mean, in Malay language. Now everybody in my class knows how Malay language sounds like. ahaha... The project is pretty much investigating the space between poems. The atmosphere of hearing two poems recited simultaneously. Sounds that make space, space that's defined by sound. Seriously, I don't really know how it'll work out... but hey, just having some experimentation with stuff a bit off-architecture... a break from my headache major project. Plus, I kinda enjoy making people listen to my poems without expecting them to understand a word... rather then, reciting to a bunch of people who understand but couldn't 'appreciate' them... and yeah, I receive some flattering comments from 'mat-salleh' course mate like... "when something is well written, even you can't understand it..