Jadi kemarin itu alarm emang ga nyala karena saya lupa set nyalain alarm ke “everyday” — selama ini “weekdays” aja. Bzzzzt.

Tadi sahur nyoba minum teh dengan harapan sedikit lebih seger dan ga tidur kaya orang pingsan lah ya — kenapa ga minum kopi, karena kafein cenderung menyerap air dari tubuh. Masa ya udah puasa, pake acara air minim pula.

Abis minum teh, tetep sih tidur kaya orang pingsan. Tapi siangnya ga tidur, malah sibuk beberes rumah.

Oh iya, kemarin Ari makan malam pasca buka puasa dengan nasi kerabu. Enaaaaak deh. Pengen juga hari ini buat makan malam nanti, tapi takut kebanyakan. Karena puasa, takut laper mata doang — padahal harusnya inti puasa Ramadan kan ya bersabar diri ya.

Jadi sebenernya tadi pagi itu udah pengen ngepel lantai rumah, tapi karena puasa dan kepikirnya kalo ngepel kan biasanya berujung haus yaaaa, jadi berencana ngepel setelah buka puasa aja. Jadi lah ngepel rumah malem-malem jam setengah sepuluh. Wow.

Omong-omong, baru puasa hari ke-tiga, udah ada acara hampir telat sahur ajeeeeeeeee. Tadi pagi bangun jam 05:10 — itu juga sambil kaget — tapi ya Alhamdulillah masih keburu, soalnya Subuh di sini jam 05:42. Sat set sat set ngangetin lauk di microwave, lalu makan sahur deh.

Entah kenapa kok bisa tidurnya kebablasan begitu. Disinyalir karena abis ganti seprei tempat tidur — katanya kan tidur jadi nyaman kalo pake seprei baru diganti kan yaaa.

Fix dua hari puasa Ramadan ini saya lebih banyak tidur ketimbang bekerja apalagi ibadah. Iya, saya sama sekali ga bangga.

Kemarin, hari pertama puasa Ramadan, selepas shalat Subuh saya tertidur karena ngantuk sekali — bangun kelewat pagi untuk masak nasi. Catatan pribadi: Masak nasi di malam sebelumnya aja — dan tidur dari jam 06:15 (di sini Subuh jam 05:50) terbangun di jam… 10:30.

Tadi pagi, selepas mengantar Wira berangkat sekolah, saya di rumah sedang rebahan di sofa dan berpikir, “rebahan aja ah sekejap.” Rupanya “sekejap” itu jadi tidur siang dari jam 09:00 sampe jam 12:00. Ngantuknya luar biasa.

Semoga aja ini hanya sementara karena belum terbiasa — plus saya udah beberapa hari ini tidur lewat tengah malam melulu.

Hari pertama puasa Ramadan. Sejauh ini masih baik-baik aja — apalagi saya cuti social media sampe jangka waktu yang ga bisa ditentukan.

Semalam, iseng cek Twitter karena saya penasaran ada nama seorang tokoh politik disebut-sebut di timeline Path saya. Saya cek Twitter, sakit kepala, lalu tutup Twitter lagi.

Bahkan Tumblr pun sedang saya “jaga jarak”. Banyak juga isu dan berita di Tumblr yang cukup bikin panas hati dan jengkel. Sempet berpikir apa sebaiknya install Pinterest lagi ya? Siapa tau dapet inspirasi dekor rumah atau tips dan trik membersihkan rumah *akhir-akhir ini saya sedang senang membersihkan rumah*

There are times when you remember some particular things. Memory is an interesting stuff — you can forget where was the last time you put your keys or your phone; but somehow you able to recall a particular memory of something happened on a certain date, in a certain hour, and at certain emotion.

I think that what makes some memories are stronger: Emotion.

Somehow, I remembered this passing memory; it wasn’t really important or life-changing, but it’s here.

It was on 2008-2009. I was in this bad emotional state (I just broke up with somebody who I used to seeing — wait, is that considered as “broke up”? Because we never really formally date each other ?) and I had this online friend. We used to talk using Yahoo!Messenger (Y!M was still a big thing back then. We haven’t got WhatsApp or Telegram or even Facebook Messenger. Things were pretty, um, relic ?) Apparently, he too just went through a bad breakup with his longtime girlfriend.

Interestingly, we never really talked about it. We never informed each other that “hey, I just broke up and I feel shitty”-some sort of thing.

We only talked about “how do you know if you have found the right person for your life?” or “I feel so lost, and I hate that. I wonder what should I do.”

No, we never get involved romantically. At all.

We were two lonely people, met through the Internet, and we talked with each other because somehow we trusted each other; and that’s funny. That’s really ironically funny. We didn’t know each other really well. We were acquaintances. But we talked about our problems like we have known each other for decades; usually in the middle of the night — because that was the time where both of us were active doing our projects, night owls.

He told me about patience. I told him about trust. It was funny, because we were impatient and betrayed. We talked about it for days. Months.

Our trust, our judgments, our feelings, our thoughts, our opinions, our anger, our confusions, our hopes.

Nights and nights passed by. Usually started by a simple “hi” followed with a certain emoji.

In the end, we cheered one another.

“Man, I wish you all the best.”

“You too.”

And not long after that, we found the right person for each one of us.

Then the conversation ceased to end.

He’s happily married now, and if I’m not mistaken, he has two children.

I’m happily married now, and I am sure I still have one child 😁

Now, we never really talked about it anymore. In fact, we never really talk with each other like we used to be. We still follow each other on social media, but that’s that. Especially with me taking “sabbatical leave” from social media accounts, we rarely talk — even for mundane things. Our late-night chats buried inside memories — waiting for times like this: popping out inappropriately at 10:30 PM.

The point of this whole post? Friendship exists, even on most unlikely place, time, and situation; such as 01:00 AM chatroom.