"kamu tuh flat juga ya ternyata."
"Omar W Kusuma I may never find all the answers. I may never understand why. I may never prove what I know to be true. But I know that I still have to try. If I die tomorrow. I'd be alright because I believe. That after we're gone. The spirit carries on. (Dream theater)
today, no, yesterday around 8ish, I received a phone call from Tendon.
it was goes like this:
tendon: popy, kamu di mana
me: di bangka, kenapa ndon?
tendon: udah denger Omar meninggal?
me: hah? Omar? Omar mana?
tendon: Omar's Coffee
me: hah? hah? apaaaa? kenapa? booong ah.. apaan sih?
tendon: beneran, coba telvon maycle, atau bayu, katanya kecelakaan motor....
I was shocked. Lutut rasanya lemas. Diam. Tak percaya. Trying to deny. Berharap hanya April Mop belaka. Tapi tidak. Berita itu benar adanya. Menyesal kemarin malam tidak mampir ke tempat kamu. But maybe, that's the way it should be.
I just know Omar for quite a while, but we were like clicking in every conversation.
He was a nice host of his place. Always giving me his new drink, apparently I was his guinea pig. But for sure, the double shot espresso plus his special syrup succeed keeping me awake all night long. This past month he always text me and yelled "Pagiiiiiiii," around 7AM, and I used to reply around 10AM or 11AM and said,"Pagiii kakaaaaaaaaaaaa...", lalu dia ngomel-ngomel kalau jam 10-11 itu udah siang. Then starting his preach about "rejeki datangnya pagi-pagi tauuuk.."
Then I started giving him my reasons. He always laugh when I wrote "kakaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
We discuss a lot mostly about everything. About coffee, life and why I'm still single.
This I always remember. He said this to me once,"kamu itu terlalu pintar. dan terlihat sangat pintar. laki-laki itu pasti minder. temen kamu di mana-mana. tapi ini asumsi aku ya."
And yes, he made jokes. Kadang-kadang garing juga. The last one, when I was standing, and he was standing next to me, he looked at me and said,"ternyata kamu flat juga ya..." Lantas aku bilang,"kamu pikir aku tivi, flat." But that was hilarious. I keep telling everyone about your joke.
Ah, too many little things I can remember about our conversations. I still can't believe you're really gone. You told me your dreams. And I promise you, next time in Europe, I'll go to Berlin and find the coffee shop you've told me.
I'll miss you. Already.
RIP, kakaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....
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