Painting Your Eye Ball

Eagle Poetry

Yogyakarta, September 2019

Thousands of dusk have painted our story

In the sky without hue

Hollowly

I don't know

How much longer will it take to invite

Just a rhyme misses rife

I write with wet asa

The spilled miss

And a heart that was almost broken

Come closer, my woman

Room Missing, 2019

Every night, only that sweet smile disturbed the sleep of this curly-haired man. There was a pain if he remembered every one of their sweet memories. How the braid girl often secretly put a frog in her school bag. His typical giggling when he saw the pale face of the Eagle was still vividly drawn in memory. Making the white man often smile himself when he remembers.

The figure of the Little Eagle is a mischievous and lazy child, has been crushed by a short-bodied girl with a school skirt that almost passed the knee. Other friends avoid it more. Especially girls. If you do not want to be made to cry, it is better not to be close to him. Not with that little girl. The behavior of the hearty cherry, it presents a new color for the Eagle. They grew up with the uniqueness of each that only the two of them understood. In fact, only the little girl knew the only weakness of the Eagle, the toad.

Those narrow eyes glanced at the wall clock against the background of the chessboard motif at a glance. Twenty minutes at ten in the night. Rushing he grabbed his beloved dark red jacket and stepped quickly outside the room.

The living room is empty. It looks like Father and Biyung are in the next room. Their voices were speaking from here. This was a chance for him to get out of the house without being seen. Not that the Eagle intended to hide from his parents, but they always blamed their son's pointless habits. Why still expect a girl who does not know will come back or not. Neglecting a lesson just because making hundreds of poems and love letters to someone who doesn't seem to stick his nose is a real stupid act.

Carefully the Eagle opened the door. Trying not to make a sound. A sigh of relief rang out after the light brown wooden door opened without a creaking sound. He only opened a little and put his body aside to fit out the door.

The eagle ran as fast as lightning after closing the door again. The goal is only one. The Gumilar family villa. There is no place that is most often observed other than that place. Over the years he often stole the view of the vast building without being saturated in the slightest. Although he saw every day was Pakde Ismanto and his wife, the guardian of the villa.

As usual, the Eagle put his letter and poem right at the bottom of the window of the girl's room that he missed so much. The windows will be directly adjacent to the side of the villa. They used to talk from there when night came. Her parents did not allow the girl to come out when it was dark.

The cold night air shivers the body. But the Eagle still survives in the place of his memories. Laughter screeching like kuntilanak watch ketoprak continues to ring.

There was a clicking sound from the front door. It looks like Pakde Ismanto is time to do his nightly routine before going to bed. Around villa. The eagle rushed home without being seen. Of course he didn't want to be caught there. Even though the villa keeper was a good person, he still did not want to risk being reported to his parents.

Several times it occurred to the heart of the Eagle to ask about the letters that he always put under the window to Pakde Ismanto. But he didn't dare. Between fear of being reported and fear of accepting the reality if it turns out Pakde has thrown it into the trash. Or even the letter was never quoted and flew in the wind somewhere. This drunk teenager also resigned to his destiny. There is always hope. He believed that his wait would not be in vain.