Under the Rain

People said “Crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth can’t explain how things made your heart broken”.

Sometimes people cry, not because they’re weak. It’s because they’ve been strong for too long. I hate to admit that’s true. I feel exhausted that I couldn’t stop these tears down. Pardon me, dear heart.

I still don’t get any idea of why people love rain?

I hate rain. They always be there, looking me crying. They watch my loss. They know all my sadness. They look on my foolness as if they understand but they don’t. And here they are, falling down suddenly as the soundtrack of this broken heart session of my life. 😥

I hate rain. I hate the memory behind their sound.

But I love rain, I love the way they hide my tears. None could see my tears under the rain, nor hear me crying. I love rain because they’re always be there in my loneliness.

Another broken heart came. Just like the song from Ed Sheeran “I’m thinking ’bout how people fall in love in misterious way, maybe just the touch of the hand.”

It’s damn confusing why it’s never worked. I stay away from men who liked me. On the other days, I refused man who intended to propose me with any reason I made ilogicaly. While now I love a man whom I know he loves another woman. Fool? Maybe. Karma? I don’t have any idea. The only think I know that it is actually hurt.


“Janji Allah itu pasti.” 🙂

Quoted from novel of Tere Liye – Sunset & Rosie :

Sebenarnya, apakah itu perasaan? Keinginan? Rasa memiliki? Rasa sakit, gelisah, sesak, tidak bisa tidur, kerinduan, kebencian? Bukankah dengan berlalunya waktu semuanya seperti gelas kosong yang berdebu, begitu-begitu saja, tidak istimewa. Malah lucu serta gemas saat dikenang.

Sebenarnya, apakah pengorbanan memiliki harga dan batasan? Atau priceless, tidak terbeli dengan uang, karena kita lakukan hanya untuk sesuatu yang amat spesial di waktu yang juga spesial? Atau boleh jadi gratis, kerena kita lakukan saja, dan selalu menyenangkan untuk dilakukan berkali-kali.

Sebenarnya, apakah itu arti kesempatan? Apakah itu makna keputusan? Bagaimana mungkin kita terkadang menyesal karena sebuah keputusan atas sepucuk kesempatan?

Sebenarnya, siapakan yang selalu pantas kita sayangi?