Being in a relationship with my husband for 11 years has taught me a lot. That it is always better to have someone you’re still comfortable with even in the most uncomfortable period, than someone that sends great sparks… ’cause sparks disappear.
There are many friendships last forever because they accept each other for both the good and bad sides. But funny, when it’s about our romantic partner, we tend to wish they’d be perfect while nobody is perfect.
Mengingat Mama berarti mengingat betapa berbeda hubungan ibu-anak yang kami punya dibanding dengan ibu-anak lainnya. Kalau teman-teman saya bisa begitu alami memeluk, mencium dan berkata sayang ke ibunda masing-masing, tidak begitu adanya dengan saya dan Mama. Meski berwajah mirip, kami merupakan pribadi yang berseberangan, terutama pola pikir.
Sungguh kami jarang sekali akur. Terutama di masa remaja saya, kami hampir selalu beradu argumen, berbantahan, tidak saling sapa. Mungkin Mama saat itu merasakan sulitnya membesarkan seorang anak perempuan, tanpa Papa yang sedang bekerja di Amerika.
Suami, ini istri.
Tepat 5 tahun lalu jam-jam segini, kita berdua resmi jadi suami istri. Aku berkebaya ungu, kamu berjas senada. Aku gemuk, kamu kurus. Dan sekarang, aku masih gemuk dan kamu ikutan gemuk. #eeaak
Aku merasa pengen nulis ini karena bersyukur kita bisa mencapai angka 5 tahun berumah tangga. Masih muda, kalah sama orangtua kita yang bersama selama puluhan tahun. Mereka hebat dan kuat ya menjalani hidup bersama yang pastinya nggak melulu tentang bahagia, tapi ada amarah, luka dan airmata.
I miss when my day was greeted by your “Good morning!”
I miss when you sent me song links, romantic and energizing
I miss our sarcasm and witty comebacks; they were wild as fuck
I miss when we cursed and swore, for shit that was thunderstruck
I once knew someone.
Who became the shoulder to cry on, when I found out that my world had betrayed me. And I thank him for the cheese pasta he cooked, the movies we watched together, the board games we played and the stupid cynical jokes he threw.
I once knew someone.
Who said “Hello” to my sorrow, and made my days colored with rainbow. And I thank him for the songs he shared, and the hours of thumb-talking. He lent an ear to my dreams, and was there when I felt like I were juggling frogs!
Oh, it wasn’t someone. There were two.
Waktu masih pacaran dulu, waktu hubungan belum sah suami istri, pegangan tangan aja udah bikin jantung berdebar. Giliran udah nikah, segala sesuatu nggak perlu malu-malu, maka getaran itu perlahan juga pudar. Cinta kita bukan sekedar cinta karena napsu belaka. Cinta kita udah memasuki wilayah yang lebih bijak. Cinta karena hal-hal yang lebih mendalam.
