the street of casablanca
this story happened in the middle of 2004. from my side, this is a love story. a sacrifice of a man for his love (ok, don't take this too high). this memory keep staying in my mind after 2 years. whatever i try to make it gone, it doesn't work. it was all begun when i was in love with this girl. after one year full of strategy, i still can't get her. i really really fall in love with this girl. until i feel that i can do anything for her (it's proven actually). then, i was accepted to be an intern in DDB Indonesia. that mean i have to leave semarang and live in jakarta for 3 months. and i have to leave her. before i went to jakarta, she said that she'll be in jakarta, but she was keeping the reason secret. after i interviewed her best friend, i knew that she was going to jakarta for a scholarship interview. after she confessed it, i helped her with the administration from our university.
(street of casablanca)
after some weeks in jakarta, i get noticed that she'll come to jakarta for the interview. she came there by train with her friends, and have interview in WTC Building in Sudirman st. the company who interview her was metrodata. at noon, i contact her and asked her about the interview. she said that she's still waiting for the line. i had a training in Slipi area that time. after i finish the training, i called her again, and asked her where she stay. she said that she stay in KH. Royani st. in casablanca area just behind the WTC building. i didn't know where the heaven is that building, but i push myself to go there, whatever it takes. so after some confusing discussion about the way to go there, i decided that i'll get an ojek to drive me there.
just when i get jumped to ojek, the rain started to drop. i said to the ojek driver to hurry. but it was the heaviest rain i ever felt. even the ojek driver won't continue the ride. and he asked me to get another ojek driver. for my love, i would do anything, so i get another ojek driver to take me there, and guess what: the ojek driver didn't know where the heaven is KH Royani st! so he circled me around casabalnca until finally he found it. when i arrived, i just like i swimmed with my clothes on. entirely fully coldy wet! but it was OK compared with my feeling of seeing her.
we had a great conversation that night. the greatest conversation i ever been. she told me about the interview, and i gave her courage and motivation. then that night, i company her to gambir train station. we were jumped into this green-orange cab called koperasi taxi, and continue our great
conversation on the cab. i still remember that i company her to find a public telephoe to called her uncle, and back again (after get into peron) just to bought mineral water. then when her train started to run, i just standing like statue and watched it disappear. suddenly an sms came in. it was from her. she said " thx for company me. don't forget to eat. becarefull". my heart really floating that time.
even it's only for a couple hours, i feel that it was the best moment in my life. it was the best moment between me and her. unfortunatelly, she was not accepted my love. she was't love me. but to me she's stiil everything in this life. i still can remember every detail of the moment when we were together. i still remember the casabalnca street, i still remember making project concept until late at night, i still remember company her to get some data, i still remember everything.
it's been 3 years now since i start falling in love with her, but i still can't move on with my life, forget her, and start a new page of my life. everytime i try to do it, the memories of her pull me back again. i'm wondering why. even i still dreaming about her. even i'm planning to back home when she has her final exam next week.
GOD, if she's really for me, please make this long and winding road clear. but if she's not for me please make me move on with my life. to you GOD, i give my live...

3 Comments:
hueheu dulu kirain casablanca itu keren ato apa.. ternyata casablanca tuh singkatan daru KAmpung melayu SAmpai BeLakANG KAret.. huhu
kreatip !!
btw, you don't have to really forget her...
since when you can forget people you love?, if you forget. it means you don't love. Love is about to unforget...
hayyyah malah melintir sana-sini..
INTINYA love is God's greatest gift .. gitu looohh Ndung!
*tetep gak nyambung ya?
Gandung...
How come I miss this story?!?!?!
Aku tagih crita ini ntar kalo kita ketemu!!! =P
Dendi....
Tumben comment-mu ada intinya?!?! [nyolot mode on]
to dendie:
oooo gitu toh....kupret!!! ternyata namanya ga keren sama sekali!!! tiwas bangga duwe kenangan neng dalan jenenge keren (casablanca)....
to tisa:
maap tis....ntar crita2 deh....
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