dan malam ini satu teman kecil si aip ada yang nikah lagi.. dan kembali cerita jaman kuda laut dahoeloe kala keluar dari nyokap ke si neng soal gimana badungnya si aip di waktu kecil...

si aip cuma cengar cengir aja ngedengerin kisah kisah bolot itu... nggak ada komentar, nggak ada denial... nggak mikir juga kayaknya...

sampai satu titik... dimana nyokap cerita gimana si aip pernah hanyut di parit saat sore sehabis hujan.. dan muka si aip berubah...

yap... gue inget, ndi... gue inget itu hari... kejadiannya sekitar tahun 84... siang itu sehabis pulang sekolah turun hujan gede dan lama.. i stayed at home, feel extremely bored dan just cant wait to have the rain over... so when it did over, i just jump and ran outside the house, to the road.. and immediately amazed to see parit dengan air coklat yang bergulung-gulung.. i still remember the smell of the water... aroma seperti tanah... seperti kalo di tengah terik matahari kita siram tanah pekarangan dengan air.. that's the smell... and the sound, it sounded like a continous thunder.. i must have been so small back then, cos air yang bergulung-gulung itu look so big...

dan setelah itu terjadilah satu kebodohan... i wish to taste the water.. the urge was irresistable so i just put one of my leg, ahhh... the water is so fresh... and so powerfull... wuts!... kaki itu tertarik air dan i was hopelessly lost my balance... i fell into the ditch...

byur!

i feel like being pulled in, almost like swallowed.. badan serasa ikut tergulung air, sampai kemudian posisi badan terlentang di dasar parit... i tried to pull myself up, by putting my feet down.. by trying to grab anything... i remember how panicked i was... the ditch has about 30 metres of length before it goes to the a bigger river.. i remember of thinking something like 'oh sh*t, i want everything back to normal'.. the tough of that bigger river, oh shoe....

till suddenly, i feel something has a hold on me.. i feel like being held but in the time being still circling.. i remember drinking some water... and then... some hand grab my back... and i feel the air again... i no longer in the water.. i remember being put in the field on the side of the ditch.. having the grass pinching my cheek and my eyes.... bruishes and scars are all over my body, for which the pain will i have for the next hours...

i know i almost die that day..

and later i learned, that those are someone's feet that hold me from keep flowing with the water, and that is someone's pair of hands that took me out of the water... and that someone is a person who happened to being walking home from his work that day... i didnt know him, and up to this day i still dont know who he is... but i still can remember being laid down to the grass by his hand..

he is a stranger to me, but i know i have to realize that to have my life as it is right now, i have many people to thank for, and that stranger is one of those person....

good deeds may be trivial, but some deeds do matter... i realize that may be for him to get me out of the water is a small effort which is not worth a thing, but for me being pulled out from the water meaned my life...

i guess, we all have some person to thank for our life... and for me, on of those person is a stranger.. i cant say how thankfull i am to him...

but on the other hand, i know someone that i have to thank for my life to... and up until today i still have the opportunity to say my thanks...

and that person is the one who tell the story... my mom...