Thom

Thom memandang sebuah lampu. Sebelum bis kota datang di halte ini, ia hanya bisa memandangi lampu, yang sendirian, ditengah malam yang gelap dan dingin. Sedikit suara dari seberang sana, sepasang muda mudi yang dimabuk cinta, hendak pulang setelah dari makan malam. Thom memandangi lampu, yang tiba-tiba menjadi sangat detil. Beberapa wasp tampak menyenangi sinarnya yang lembut. Beberapa ornamen mengelilingi lampu. Didalamnya ada sebuah lampu berwarna kuning, cukup untuk menghangatkan hati, masuk melalui rongga mata.

Didalam sinar lampu ia melihat anaknya. setahun, sedang bermain dengan ayahnya, ayah Thom yang meninggal saat ia berumur 10 tahun. Ayahnya tersenyum, memakai baju kesayangan dengan aroma khasnya. Seorang kakek dan cucu yang cantik, didalam lampu, Mereka terkekeh-kekeh riang, sesekali ayah Thom menyanyikan lagu anak anak. Mereka bersenandung, anaknya bergoyang kecil, sambil tertawa. Didalam lampu mereka bertemu, dikelilingi wasp yang melingkar-lingkar. Menunggu bis datang, yang tiba tiba membuyarkan lamunannya. Bis biru dengan banyak jendela. Tempat semua yang kuning menjadi pudar. "Lampu yang indah", senyum Thom.


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Thom looks at a lamp. Right before the city bus arrive at this stop, he could only looked at the lights, alone, in the dark and cold night. A little noise from the other side, a pair of young couple in love, going home after dinner. Thom stared at the lights, which suddenly became very detailed. Some wasps enjoy the soft light. Some ornaments surround the lamp. Inside there is a yellow colored light, enough to warm the heart, entering through the eye.

In the light he sees his daughter. One year old, playing with his father, Thom's father died when he was 10 years old. His father smiles, wearing a favorite shirt with its distinctive aroma. A grandfather and a really beautiful grand daughter, in the light, they chortled merrily, occasionally sing childrens song. They are humming, his small daughter is swaying a bit, laughing. In the light they met, surrounded by swirling wasps. Waiting for the bus to come, which is suddenly interrupted his reverie. Blue bus with lots of windows. Where all the yellow imagery fades. "The lights are beautiful", smiles Thom.