Hujan jatuh, tanpa terburu, seperti ingin berkata sesuatu. Jalanan lengang memantulkan bayang, dan lampu-lampu kecil tampak lelah menunggu pagi. Aku duduk, mendengar Bandung bercerita, dalam bisik gemericik di kaca jendela. Hujan ini, katamu, adalah puisi yang tak pernah selesai kutulis. Ada dingin yang tak hanya dari angin, ada rindu yang tak hanya dari malam. Bandung tenggelam pelan-pelan, di antara rintik dan bayangmu yang samar. Dan di hujan malam itu, aku belajar lagi cara melupakan— dengan mendengarkan Bandung, yang menangis dalam sunyinya sendiri.
There was a boy and girl who had been friends for years. After a while, they began spending more time together and their friendship grew more close and intimate. Eventually, they confessed their feelings for each other and fell truly, deeply, madly in love. They would often talk for hours on the phone and texted each other all day long. Whenever they were together, everything seemed right with the world and not a single sad thought could cross their minds. She would wake up in the morning and go to school just to see his smiling face. He would stay up late, waiting for her call and fall asleep listening to the sound of her voice. She would steal his notebook in class, just so he had to put his arms around her to get it back. Every time he heard a love song on the radio, he would think of her with every single line. Then, one day, the girl didn’t show up for class. He tried to contact her to see what was wrong, but she never answered his text messages. He tried to call h...