Trifling Matters

==== ==== ====(FB Version) Notes: Aku unggah ini untuk Hendri, the only real person I use for character in this short story, a person who "disappear" some eleven years ago and his "lost" had inspired me to write this during the chaotic days of 98'.
Geez, I wrote fiction. Any similarity to the characters, events, and places was a mere accidental and you could read this at your own risk. EF 2009)==== ==== ====

My blood stopped flowing for seconds when the lightening sparked and I saw silhouette of a man peeping through the stained glass wall of the foyer. He moved to the door and after the thunder ceased, I could hear him knocking.

I hurried to open the door. Fumbling with the novel I had been reading, I struggled to hold the door open in the wind, “Yes?”

“Is this Mmmm... Mot... Mo,” he groped around his pockets, took a wet note outside, tried to read blurred words, “…Mo ... Momit’s home?”

(another triviality, eh)

Those who prevail there:

the stories they tell – no one buys
the rhythm they hum – no one plays
(the footsteps they print – no one traces)

Yet, those we forget, those we forbade
Still yet, those we mourn over, those we wound

The myriad…

==== seingatku ditulis akhir 2008 di Situ Babakan bersama Mike Marginal, Juzac Sundoy (sa bisa gila trada pinang!), dan Mujib Hermani. Versi aslinya lebih panjang, yang ini dipotong hanya upload bagian awalnya aja, especially buat sg karena tak ada urek-urek lain yg bisa kukabarkan dalam waktu singkat===

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