It was almost dark that day. I remember the wind touched my hair softly like unseen fingers. My chest was heavy with uneasy air. I was alone.
Few seconds later my feet brought me to the quiet road, approaching a small, narrow kiosk. There I bought it. A pack of kretek.
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I choked. Yes, it tasted terrible for my first time. Did not know how to do it like everyone else.
I pictured the smoke went down through the tunnel in my throat and carried all the heavy air from the depth of my chest like an air balloon that slowly flew out of my nostrils.
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. . . .
A strange relief.
Under the banyan tree.My soul was in pieces, like tobacco inside a cigarette wrapper, and life was a combination of bizarre sauces that mixed with everything in it.
kudengar ia meraung (mungkin lantun) doa yang menyayat-nyayat udara sampai langit seperti tercabik juga awan-awan bergetar dan merekah bagai lukisan basah lalu turun tangis surga, gerimis dari angkasa
sementara
dalam hitam kita terhisap jauh ke dalam diri yang teramat lengang
bak gelembung perasaan kecil tipis, bening melayang