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Aku mau mulai nulis suka-suka
Gak melulu soal hati
Apalagi cinta
Enggak perlu mikir mau pake diksi apa
Nulis satu kata juga suka-suka
Enggak kek, gak kek, nggak pun ya gapapa
Eh, atau nggak papa?


Nulis gini bukan gue banget
Pake gue pula
????
Namanya juga udah lama enggak
Nggak nulis, maksudnya
Kalo nggak yang lain mah udah lama banget
Nggak ketemu orang, nggak pulang malem,
Nggak ke luar rumah selain kerja
Banyak yang protes perkara pesan tak terbalas
Banyak yang ilang perkara udah gak dianggap teman

Padahal kerjaan cuma gini-gini aja;
Melek, minum air, basuh muka, pesen gojek,
Absen di lantai 28, pesen americano otr pake saus dolce 2 pump,
duduk, minta ditemenin orang, ngisi paru-paru,
Balik ke lantai 39, buka laptop, niatin nanti sore pulang kerja
mau nulis, eh tiba-tiba udah setengah 7, absen, pesen gojek,
Nunggu lift, abang gojek udah sampe, lift belum kebuka,
Diburu waktu, dikejar telfon abang gojek, dikelabui buyi ‘TRING’
kirain lift kebuka, berdecak kesal, gak sabaran, ada wa dari grup,
diajak ngumpul dulu, aduh abang gojek kesian, ‘TRING’ beneran,
Masuk lift, lupa bales grup wa, lari dari lobby, hampir
kesandung, “Hoy kak! Mau pulang?”, nengok, oh pak irfan satpam
cees-an, bales teriak sambil lari, celingak-celinguk,
Eh itu abang gojeknya, pasang earphone, pasang helm, duduk manis,
Sampe depan rumah atung, lepas helm, lepas earphone,
“Shit baru inget sepanjang jalan lupa nyalain lagu.”

Begitu aja hari-hariku
Udah hampir 3 bulan lebih kayak gitu
Jadi jangan judge ya kalo sekarang mau nulis
yang gaperlu mikir apa-apa
Udah gitu di post, pula
Malu lo, dist!

Fix beberapa hari lagi nyesel
tapi yaudah 
Fuck lah!

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