So many things to say…
One day, sebelum gw balik ke bandung buat pendaftaran ulang itb, gw nanya ke nyokap di mana kemeja smp en sma gw yang penuh tanda tangan temen2 sekelas gw. seingat gw, gw minta tolong kemejanya di-laundry sebelum gw ke bandung tuk bimbel sebulan sebelumnya. Nyokap bilang kemejanya ga ilang en masih disimpan di lemari nyokap. Mendengar pertanyaan gw ke nyokap, bokap gw komentar, "Tasia nih suka kali nostalgia2 kayak gitu."
After saying that, bokap ngelanjutin ngomong bahwa dalam hidup, kita ngga bisa terus2an ngeliat ke belakang, mengenang kenangan2 indah. We have to move on.
Suzanne juga pernah comment tentang sikap gw yang kadang2 pesimis memulai sesuatu, takut hal baru yang akan datang ngga seindah kejadian2 yang pernah gue alami sebelumnya; takut kecewa dengan apa yang menanti gue di depan (it’s kinda hard to put what I have in mind into proper words… hope you understand what I mean..)
En udah beberapa kali terbukti, perkiraan2 gw biasanya salah. Malah kadang, rasa insecure di awal itu bikin gw ngga bisa benar2 menikmati hidup gw secara maksimal, padahal I could have achieved more, be it in my social life or my studies…
Lusa gw mulai kul. Empat hari terakhir udah gw jalani dengan acara2 penerimaan mahasiswa baru plus open house unit kegiatan mahasiswa. So far, things are going fine. Taun lalu, waktu baru pulang dari belgia, beberapa teman gw bilang kalo skul tuh lebih enak dari kul. Mudah2an, gw bisa ngebuktiin sebaliknya.
We remember the past to learn from our mistakes but the most essential is to live our lives like there’s no tomorrow and to always hope for a better future.
Btw, pelajaran berharga banget yang gw dapat seminggu terakhir ini adalah bahwa kita harus punya visi dan misi yang jelas mengenai hidup kita. Pagi ini gue juga dapat pelajaran bahwa semua manusia itu sama, apa pun latar belakangnya, keyakinannya… ngutip katanya Oprah Winfrey nih, every individual is a child of God.
Peace
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Well, here’s the continuation of my story "…dans tes plus beaux reves…" (actually this is not the official title of the story, cause I have no title yet). Anyway, hope you enjoy it! If there’s anything that bothers you in my story, do post a comment. Thank you.
O peaceful lands of Querpaz. How I long to return to your warm champs de fleur, enchanting waterfalls and wild blue skies.
Orion
I hope I didn’t make Zoé afraid. I’d done nothing but try to find her for the last ten years. She’s the key to the door that leads to Querpaz, my beloved homeland. It is Zoé’s place of origin as well, but I am certain that she has no idea of her past. If she had remembered anything about Querpaz, there would have been none of the difficulties I had so far affronted in finding her.
Back in Querpaz, no matter the distance between us, Zoé and I could locate each other as if radar had been put in our heads. I could read her thoughts just as well as she could read mine. Now that she’s lost all her memories of me, she lost all those abilities as well, leaving me my dreams as the only guide to her.
Every night I would dream about her walking in the streets of a small town divided by a river. She would walk along a bridge overlooking a fortress. At times she would be in a town square, sitting at a table belonging to one of the cafés surrounding the place. At others she would enter a little bookstore after having walked through some narrow ancient looking streets.
Every morning, I would wake up trying to remember what I’d seen during my slumber the previous night. I wrote every single detail I could recall from my dreams, from the kinds of people to the buildings I see around Zoé.
“Salut, toi!” I felt a tap on my shoulder, my thoughts of Zoé suddenly flown away. I turned round and saw Elodie standing on my left, smiling. Elodie and I have been best friends since the day I was adopted by the Delvaux. Her family lived next door and my foster sister used to babysit for Elodie.
“Hi," I said, returning her smile. I gave her a kiss on the cheek as she bent down to greet me. "How was your journey?" Elodie had been in Paris for a week and I was waiting for her arrival at the Liege Guillemins station.
"Fine," she said, putting her bags near my feet. She sat down on an empty bench beside me and looked at me. "How was your day? You don’t look too well. By the way, my dad would pick us up on his way home so we don’t have to take the bus."
I didn’t answer her immediately. Elodie didn’t seem to wait for my answer, anyway. She unconciously started knocking my knee with her knuckles, her eyes gazing somewhere near the entrance door of the station.
For a minute, neither of us spoke.
"You really should stop that habit, you know," I said, referring to her knocking my knee. She always did that whenever she sat next to me while daydreaming.
"Hmm…" was her only response.
"I found my sister this afternoon."
… to be continued
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