A Poem To Dila
Exhibits
“You did it, Deni.” Said Dila with a smile that expanded on her lips. His voice filled the carriage room, creating harmony among the boisterous of the carriage that kept passing.
I smiled at Dila. “Finally, I managed to grab your hand.”
“I think the same incident as before will be repeated, when you are arrested by the train officer.” Dila chimed in on my words, returning my smile.
“Quite once I failed to reach your hand.”
With the carriage continuing to speed, Dila turned her head towards me, her eyes full of questions about Ridwan's whereabouts. “By the way, Den, Ridwan where is it?”
I sighed, trying to explain the situation that happened earlier. “Tadi, I asked him to take the train first, but he stubbornly wanted to find you. Chances are he was left behind at the station.” I answered in a slightly breathless voice from the exhaustion of the journey.
Dila picked up the phone from inside the bag and started sending messages to Ridwan. His face flashed with the hope that Ridwan would know that we were already inside the carriage. “Yes, I chatted him first, told him we were together in the train.” Say Dila while typing a message quickly.
While waiting for a reply from Ridwan, I thrust out the drink I bought before going to the station. “Drink first, lest you lose energy.” I said, giving her the drink. Dila accepted with gratitude, took the drink from my hand, and sipped it
“Still yes.”
After a tiring trip, we arrived at the Old Town Station and looked forward to the arrival of Ridwan who was left behind at the previous station. It felt like half a century had passed before Ridwan finally appeared, catching up with us in a hurry. Dila looked relieved when she saw Ridwan rejoining us.
Not wanting to waste time, we immediately rushed to the weekly exhibition where we would photograph the paintings on display. However, worry arose in Dila's mind. “You know where exactly the exhibition is?” Asking me as we walked together, Ridwan was beside him.
“No idea, because I have never been to the exhibition.” I said while shaking my head.
Suddenly, Ridwan took over Dila's question that was thrown at me. “I know, because it used to be when SMP often saw exhibitions there.”
“Which side is the exhibition?”
Ridwan grabs Dila's hand and invites her to follow in his footsteps. “Follow me.” Said Ridwan, directing them towards the exhibition. But Dila did not want me to stay behind and hold my hand tightly so that I would not get lost or miss. At that time, we held each other through Dila's hands.
Once at the exhibition, we eagerly photographed every painting we encountered. Unintentionally, my camera captured a beautiful moment as Dila stood near one of the paintings. Through the camera lens, I saw Dila with a distinctive beauty, decorated with a fascinating painting background, accompanied by a background of such beautiful paintings. Like a magnet, the beauty of the painting and the charm of Dila blend into one unforgettable perfection.
As I explored the exhibition, looking through every piece of art on display, I unexpectedly came across a rhyme exhibition that caught my attention. My steps stopped in front of a beautifully written poem. I approached him and began to read the poem carefully.
I Want
I want to love you simply.
With words that cannot be said
wood to fire that makes it ash.
I want to love you simply.
With a signal that was not delivered
clouds to the rain that make it go away.
(Sapardi djoko damono 1989)
In the beautifully written rhyme, the words flowed in a soul-stirring rhythm. The rhyme took me on a journey of deep emotion, evocative of the imagination and radiating deep meaning. Each of its lines implies life, love, and the beauty of nature in such a heart-stirring way.
I was swept up in the world of words, contemplating the meanings hidden behind each line of the rhyme. As connected to his poet, I felt the same emotional vibe, inspired by his words that transcended the boundaries of time and space.
Dila who saw me was fixated on reading the poem by Sapardi Djoko Damono with a gaze full of admiration, his steps approached me. His soft voice broke the silence.
“What are you doing here, Den?” He asked with curiosity emanating from his eyes.
I stared at Dila with admiration, touched by the beauty and depth of the poem. “I'm fascinated by this rhyme.” Answer me in a soft voice.
Dila smiled gently, understanding the reason behind my admiration. Then, he approached me a little closer and began to read the rhyme in a soft tone, like chanting a dazzling spell.
“I want to love you simply. In a word that has not been spoken, wood to the fire that makes it ash. I want to love you simply. With a signal that could not be delivered, the cloud to the rain that makes it no.”
The rhyme sounds like a poetic song that travels through space, touching our hearts and souls. Every word spoken by Dila carried an indescribable power of emotion. Back then, the two of us shared a moment of meaning, connected by the beauty and power of heart-touching words.
“You know Dila? This poem I Want tells about the feeling of the writer who loves his heart simple and what it is, does not expect any reward or mercy. Explained on the list 'I want to love you simply.' It is the sincerity of the author in loving his heart. Loving without expecting anything in return can be proved on the array 'With the word wood cannot be spoken to the fire that made it ashes.' the array has the meaning that the author does not express his feelings to the idol, he chooses to be silent and does not show what he feels. And on the array 'With a signal that no cloud has been able to convey to the rain that makes it not.' shows the sincerity of the author in loving and keeping his feelings to stay in the heart only, he said, until the end of his life that made him hold tightly to that feeling. So in conclusion, this poem I Want explains about the author's heart feeling in loving the idol with simplicity and not asking for rewards, not forcing his feelings to be avenged.”
Silently speechless, her eyes were fixed on me, watching every word I said carefully. Silence surrounded us, and I could feel how those words seeped into his mind.
I smiled a little while holding my head. “Sorry, I got carried away.”
Dila looked at me with interest. “You understand this rhyme very well yes.”
I nodded slowly. “I can only understand the general meaning of these rhyme words. But everyone can have different interpretations, right?”
Dila smiled, accepting my answer. “Indeed, each rhyme can evoke a unique feeling and understanding in each individual. To me, hearing you interpret this poem so passionately is something really awesome.”
Shortly afterwards, Ridwan stepped towards where we were standing at the rhyme exhibition. Apparently, all this time he was looking for Dila. After capturing enough photos for cultural art assignments, I got out of the exhibition building and sat in a shaded chair under a tree. Slowly, I gulped down the drink I had just bought, feeling the chill refresh my throat.
While enjoying the moment, my gaze got lost towards the surroundings, and before long, I saw Dila and Ridwan walking towards me.
“I guess where you are.” Said Dila while sitting on the chair I was sitting on as well.
“Now where are we going? Still at 15:30?” Said Ridwan asking Dila who was sitting with me.
I just nodded in agreement with Dila's words, we went to play there and we spent time entering the greenhouse and the haunted house, catch koi ties with paper then the coloring competition that is there.
“Oh yes, before going home, let's take Bianglala first.” Dila said excitedly, pulling my hand gently using her right hand and Ridwan with his left. Dila looked so happy, smiling with beauty radiating from her face. However, it was not in my mind that at this time we were not two, but three, with the presence of Ridwan.
“Come on.” Bring Dila to both of us. Together, we boarded the Bianglala. I sat alone in front of him, while Dila sat with Ridwan.
Suddenly, Ridwan's voice snapped into silence. “Although you are not afraid of heights?” Ridwan asked in surprise, while Dila looked up at the sky that began to turn orange.
Dila smiled gently, her gaze bound to the increasingly beautiful sky. “Therefore did I fear heights.” Speak with a confident voice. “But ever since Deni took me aboard the Bianglala and looked at the beautiful afternoon sky, the fear was instantly gone.”
Ridwan looked surprised to hear Dila's words, he looked at Dila with a mixed expression. “You ever ride Bianglala with Deni?”
“Iya, it was last year.” Dila replied with a smile that contained an unspoken story.
However, suddenly the Bianglala stopped, and the orange color shone around us. Ridwan, who had never experienced a situation like this, became panicked. “This why? What the hell is going on?” worried shouts.
While Ridwan was looking for an explanation, Dila suddenly approached the window of Bianglala beside me and opened it. “Dila, be careful!” ridwan exclaimed frantically, trying to stop Dila's actions worrying him.
However, I tried to calm the panicked Ridwan, holding Dila's hand so as not to fall because he did not see the danger behind the open window. “Cause, soon the electricity will be back on.” I said I was trying to ease Ridwan's panic.
“See, it's like a bird.” Dila said while pointing towards the clouds that formed the silhouette of a bear.
Ridwan grew increasingly panicked as Dila continued to open the window, but because Dila was too engrossed in paying attention to the beauty of the twilight, he paid no heed to his words. “Dila, don't open the window!” I said with a trembling voice.
I immediately held Dila's hand and closed the window of the Bianglala, while showing the rules emblazoned on the wall. “See, that's the rule. Cannot open window Bianglala.”
Dila smiled slightly, realizing her mistake. “Sorry, I got carried away earlier.” Speak with a soft voice.
“Eh, this is seriously going to be on again?” ridwan exclaimed in a worried tone, still unsure that the situation would change soon.
Dila looked at Ridwan with confidence. “Iya, believe me, soon the reaperala his must be lit back.” He said in a soft voice, while sitting beside me while reassuring to Ridwan.
Soon enough, the ring suddenly rekindled, emitting a light that broke the darkness of the night. The day had turned into night, and the three of us descended from the ring. Our steps towards the station were heard in the middle of the night silence, creating traces that disappeared under the dim light of the road.
I saw Dila's face that looked pale and exhausted, barely able to stand up anymore. Without a second thought, I immediately crouched down in front of him, wanting him to ride on my back for me to eat with the last bit of energy I had.
Dila was surprised by my sudden action. “Why, Den?” He said with a puzzling look on his face, seeing me crouching before him and taking him up on my back.
“I saw you staggering since earlier, worried you could faint before we got to the station, moreover the distance is still quite far.” I answered while trying to convince him.
Looking for certainty. “You sure it's okay?”
I smiled a little. “Of course, I'll be strong.”
I smiled and remembered something. “It looks like I've heard that sentence before.”
“That's a sentence you used to say when I visited you when you were sick.” I said, recalling that moment.
Dila finally climbed on my back and I walked carefully, carrying Dila who was on my back. Every now and then, I see Ridwan's annoyed face because of Dila whom I carry.
“Sorry yes, Den, trouble you.” Said Dila who sounded weak, while closing her eyes who wanted to fall back asleep on my back.
I just smiled at Dila's words. Along the way to the station, Dila remained soundly asleep, while Ridwan did not say a word. When we arrived at the station, I asked Ridwan for help to buy a train ticket. At first, she refused, but after learning that it was for Dila's good, she finally agreed. After Ridwan went to buy a ticket, I looked for a seat to rest without realizing that Dila who was on my back had woken up from her sleep.
“We're here?” Dila asked me, her eyes opened slowly.
“We just arrived at the station. Now, Ridwan is buying train tickets for us.” I replied, letting Dila down from my back and sit on the station chair.
“Wait a minute yes, I'll buy a drink first.” I walked over to the drink machine and bought three drinks for the three of us. After a while, I returned to Dila's place and gave her the drink I bought.
“This drink is for you.” I said as I took a can of drink from the plastic bag I was carrying, then opened it.
Dila smiled and sipped the drink I gave her. “Thank you.”
Not long after, Ridwan approached me and Dila who was still sitting on the station chair. He told us that the train we were on was leaving in five minutes. I stood up from my seat and walked towards the carriage we were about to board.
Before boarding the carriage, I threw the can of drink I still held towards Ridwan, while walking following Dila from behind. “This is for you.”
“Oke, thank you.”
We walked to a train full of waiting passengers. When the train arrived, we boarded carefully and looked for an empty seat.
In the carriage, Dila, and Ridwan sat together. Dila was in the middle, I was on the right, and Ridwan was on the left. Time in the car, fatigue came to me, and I finally fell asleep. Unintentionally, his head and shoulders felt comfortable for me to send and I thought he wasn't distracted. Dila let me render to her, maintaining this unusual closeness.
I don't like it when someone else approaches you or tries to get along with you, but I also realize that you're not mine yet, and I have no right to forbid you from having a good relationship with anyone.
“Den, wake. We have arrived.” Said Dila in a soft voice, waking me up from my sleep. My eyes opened and I looked around. It turned out that all the passengers had come out except the three of us: me, Dila, and Ridwan.
“Sorry yes, I was asleep.” I said while wriggling. He smiled at me and walked ahead of me. “Nothing.” Answer it gently.
After getting off the train, it seems that Dila wants to go home soon because someone picked her up at the station. Ridwan and I walked together to the station exit. After leaving the station, the two of us separated, leaving Dila who stepped away with the person who picked her up.
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