Finally, time to go home. I glance at my watch, 10:21 PM.
It’s been quite around. Exhale, inhale. Wow, even breathing
feel great when you are going home. I touch every pocket i have before i feel
my headphone still attached to my phone in my denim jacket pocket. I take it
and then scroll trough the list.Hm, the song i’ve been played for these 3 days.
I put my helmet and my headphone on. Just after i start riding my motorcyle, i
press play.
I lost count of the people asking me “ How can you hear
other vehicle that trying to cross from behind if you put your headphone
on?”which i usually answer with “i don’t have to. Because i am the one who do
the crossing.”
I start wandering how famous people choose their stage name and
not long after, i realize i already arrive home. The power of human brain. The
garage door is closed, but not locked. inside there is a long couch with coffee
stain all over. I can’t remember the last time it being washed. Just like my
socks. I came in after put my shoes and the godforsaken socks off and straight
to my room.
That’s strange.
My room is open.
Someone enter my room.
This is bad. I get in nervously and turn the light on.
Nobody inside. But seems like it’s been searched. “Don’t tell me they take it”
i said to myself. I reached under my table.
It’s been opened.
I look inside slowly, while hoping my fear won’t happen.
Just like that, it’s gone.
And with the power left in me, my lips moved and say
“Ya Allah, Momogi cuma 5 dicolong semua.”.