It was February 12th, 2009. A day before the closing event of Olimpiade V ITB. I was the head of the closing ceremony, so I had the responsibility to make sure everything is under control. The night was clear and the weather was nice. It was a little after dinner time, and I had to announce to the bands that we would have a late sound check. I was standing under the tree in the CC Basketball Court, and so were you. Atis came to me and said that she’d like to introduce me to her friends in the band, and you were one of them.
I did notice you that time – the feeling like “there’s something about this guy”. Years later, you told me that you’ve known me for awhile before that. What was that vibe the moment we shook our hands? Maybe it was something called ‘mutual attraction’.
I apologized to you and your band, I said please come again at midnight if you guys don’t mind. You simply said that your band will go out for dinner and come back again – meanwhile the liaison officer will be in contact when the stage’s ready.
I can clearly remember that I wore a red, baggy sweater and jeans but I can’t remember yours. But I can remember the exact place we first met, and the exact place we spoke to each other for the first time.
Some hours later you came again to the court, getting ready for your sound check. It was a little before midnight. I was exhausted, got scolded by other band (it was nice that you didn’t scold me), and forgot my important notebook somewhere. I remember walking out of the secretary room, and met you and your friends on the stair. I was humming something like “Halo, Mas” – can’t remember it clearly. But i am pretty sure that i smiled. You did too, and you asked, “Pusing, mbak?”
I grinned and said yes. Of course I was, the sound check was supposed to start hours ago – it was prettly late. But you did keep your cool and wait for your turn.
What I did not realize was that your friends intentionally left you behind so that you can strike some conversation with me, but I wasn’t aware of that. I was too busy thinking about something else.
Fortunately, everything went as planned on the day of the event. It was Friday night, and I observed the closing ceremony on the side of the stage. I was worried that nobody will come to watch, but I was so surprised that a lot of your friends came to see your performance (I know a lot of people from your faculty, I wonder why I never know you before?) So you must be pretty well known around your friends, I guess?
Other people came too, and they full-filled the court. I was so happy, I didn’t expect this event would have so many spectators. The guys from publication team has done their job well.
You were the third band to perform. And you wore batik on stage. Hahaha. I wondered what kind of music you sing.
And then I heard the song.
They told him don’t you ever come around here
Don’t want to see your face, you better disappear
The fire’s in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
You better run, you better do what you can
Don’t want to see no blood, don’t be a macho man
You want to be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you want to be bad
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin’ how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Years later I knew that you’re an avid fan of Michael Jackson – that when you were little you’d jump and dance to his song with “good morning” towel in your neck haha. Also the fact that you did forget some of the lyrics that night.
But I did not notice that that night. I was stunned with your voice, so I spoke to your manager who stood beside me, “Mas, vokalisnya suaranya bagus banget ya?”
Ucup, your manager, just grinned proudly.
We didn’t talk when you’re off stage. I was busy, of course. The event was successful, and some days after that, you sent me a friend request on facebook.
I saw your picture. The guy with super huge curly hair and batik on stage. Oh, this guy. I accepted, of course it was nice to have more friends from across the college.
Months later Atis told me that you did asked Atis about me, but I was seeing someone else. Nothing happened some month after the day we first met.
Until one day, a conversation happened between us.
You said something like, “Halo mbak, apa kabar? Masih inget saya?”
You still used that picture, so I remembered. I replied something like, “Temennya Atis kan? Yang kemarin di closing? Panggilannya siapa ya, maaf lupa…
And then the conversation continued.
Off course you did strike a conversation. Years later I found out that Atis leaked to you the news that I broke up. And you just didn’t want to miss a chance.
The conversation escalated quickly. We regularly chatted on SMS and Yahoo Messenger (have a guess about how old we are? Hahaha). But the last time we met face to face was on February, I started to forget about how you look, so I did think I need to put a face on your name (1)
I did asked about you to your friends, “what do you think of this guy? What’s he like?” But most of the answer I got was, “Oh, him? He’s in the band.” That’s all. I started to question whether you’re on the league of good guys or bad guys.
It was your 20th birthday – seen that on facebook. I saw you leading a meeting with your student organization in Campus Center – so you were a legislative member.. I always fall for smart, leadery type of guy, and I think you have the plus point for that.
The meeting’s on break. You saw me and walked to my direction. You said hi. I said hi too. We did talk. I said happy birthday to you in the most casual voice I could manage – although that moment, it was far from casual. We did talked about some small things, but not long. There’s plenty of days, months, or even years to talk with you later (2). I realized that all of your friends’ eyes were on us, and it was pretty clear to the world that we were attracted to each other.
Eight years later.
I opened my eyes. Adzan started to echo in the dark, it’s shubuh already. I saw a little girl still asleep soundly beside me. Our daughter. Our son slept soundly in the other room.
I shook your shoulder softly, said to you that it’s prayer time. You woke up, walked slowly to the bathroom to get your wudhu. Then you wore gamis and got yourself ready for the shubuh prayer in masjid.
You’re not the band member anymore – I realized that your voice sounds far better echoing adzan or reciting qur’an. We don’t quite into music anymore. Things change in our life, mostly from the moment you said the pact about taking me as your wife.
As one of the perks of our marriage, I think your soul look finer each day from the moment we first met.
(1) Disadur dari novel “Critical Eleven” karya Ika Natassa
(2) Disadur dari novel “Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows” karya JK Rowling.