Ketika kewarasan dipertanyakan

Sama seperti hari selasa dihari-hari sebelumnya…

dimana gw ngantor (ngantor kesannya esmud ajah) oke, ganti ah… dimana gw bekerja (jgn nanya yah kerja apa)

karakter gw di kantor itu cuma 3, yaitu : diem, makan siang dan sholat (lah, kapan kerjanya?) *teuing atuh (._.)

kemudian di playlist kantor terputarlah lagu Iwan Fals dengan judul “pijar matahari”, nyanyi lah gw sejadi- jadinya… (hah?? sejadi jadinya?? iyah.. nyanyi dengan suara kenceng serasa gw penghuni dunia ini).

kemudian temen temen kantor gw pd menganga :O mereka seakan tak percaya kalo gw bisa nyanyi (entah terkejut karena ujug2 gw nyanyi yg sejadi jadinya itu. gw gatau coz gw ga nanya).

mereka lalu bilang ” wah Rani gelo”… terus gw ngakak, lalu mereka megang kening gw dan bilang ” bener panas”

mereka bertanya apakah aku baik-baik aja? lalu gw mengangguk, namun ekspresi mereka mengatakan seolah tidak percaya.

Biarlah, percaya juga nanti dikira musyrik..

entah kenapa dengan gw bernyanyi di kantor hari ini, sehingga mereka mempertanyakan kewarasan gw.. kemudian gw diem (normal) sambil dengerin lagu ini :

“Hand In My Pocket”

I’m broke but I’m happy
I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine fine fine
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I’m sober
I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
I care but I’m restless
I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I’m free but I’m focused
I’m green but I’m wise
I’m hard but I’m friendly baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing
I’m brave but I’m chickenshit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab

 

 

 

 

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