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Bandung, 10 Febuari 2021

“Aaaaaahhhh.”

Januar, Kevin, Chaka saling melirik ke arah Gita saat Ara mulai mengerang dan mengacak-acak rambutnya untuk kesekian kalinya. Mereka kebetulan lagi kumpul di rumah Gita dan Arial yang ada di Bandung, lagi main sekalian jengukin Gita dan anak-anaknya.

Gita yang di lirik kaya gitu sama teman-temannya cuma bisa menghela nafas pelan, Ara datang lebih dulu dari Kevin, Januar dan Chaka. Dengan kondisi kantung mata dan rambut yang ia ikat asal-asalan.

Ara itu baru menikah sekitar 2 minggu yang lalu, cewek itu juga memutuskan untuk menyewa apartemen di Bandung yang tidak jauh dari kampus mereka. Ara bukan belum lulus dari psikologi kok, dia memang masih melanjutkan kuliahnya untuk menjadi psikolog klinis.

Sementara Yuno, masih harus bolak balik ke Jerman. Apa lagi minggu depan ia akan melakukan jadwal koass nya, yah itu artinya Ara dan Yuno akan mengalami hubungan jarak jauh lagi.

“Hiks..hiks..”

Tidak lama kemudian terdengar tangisan dari bibir kecil Ara, gadis itu masih duduk di kursi meja makan sembari sesekali memakan toast yang di buat Gita sedikit demi sedikit.

“Ara kenapa sih? Abis nikah jadi stress begitu, di KDRT in Bang Yuno?” tanya Janu asal-asalan. Yah wajar sih sebenernya, soalnya Ara beneran kelihatan frustasi banget.

“Ngaco lu!!” Gita yang kesal cuma bisa mukul bibir Janu aja sampe cowok itu merengut.

“Hamil kali yah?” celetuk Kevin.

“Lah? Nikahnya baru 2 minggu jir, Ara ama Bang Yuno gak mungkin pergaulan bebas kaya elu. Kalo pun hamil, ya masa tokcer banget Bang Yuno,” ucap Chaka, yah gimana mau pergaulan bebas mereka aja LDR selama pacaran, sempat putus pula sebelum akhirnya balikan dan memutuskan untuk langsung menikah.

“Biasalah, pengantin baru masih banyak kagetnya, entar lu juga kalo pada nikah paham deh.” kata Gita, memang bukan masalah besar yang di hadapin Ara kok, cuma masalah kecil aja yang sebenarnya Ara cuma masih kaget sama kebiasaan-kebiasaan Yuno.

Tidak lama kemudian Ara mengadahkan kepalanya, ia mengusap wajahnya yang sudah basah dengan air mata itu dan menatap teman-temannya.

“Git?” panggil Ara.

“Kenapa?”

Cewek itu kemudian menghampiri Gita, membuat Janu, Kevin dan Chaka agak bergeser dan lebih memilih menimang-nimang anak kembar Gita yang sedang tidur di ranjang bayi. Liat kondisi Ara yang lagi enggak jelas begitu bikin Janu, Kevin sama Chaka agak takut. Ya takut aja, siapa tau Ara ngelampiasin kekesalannya sama mereka.

“Malam ini kalo Mas Yuno masih ngedengkur juga gue mau tidur di ruang tamu!” pekik Ara bersemangat. Kantung matanya terlihat jelas karna cewek itu ngadu ke Gita kalau dia belum tidur 4 hari gara-gara suara dengkuran Yuno.

Yuno bukannya ngedengkur terus tiao tidur kok, dia ngedengkur cuma kalau lagi benar-benar capek aja. Ya wajar kan? Lagi pula ngedengkur pas tidur juga di luar kendalinya, ya walau hal itu juga yang ngeganggu orang yang tidur sama dia.

“Lo bilang sama laki lo, kok bilang sama gue?”

“Tapi gue keterlaluan gak?” Ara berkedip-kedip nunggu jawaban Gita.

“Makanya lo bilang ke Kak Yuno, Ara. Mana tau ngedengkurnya ilang pas lo udah ngomong.”

Ara menggeleng pelan, “kayanya gue ilfeel deh, Git.”

“Heh jangan ngaco lo ah.”

“Git, lo bayangin. Dia suka ngedengkur kenceng banget, terus lampu kamar juga dia matiin Git kalo tidur, terus yang bikin gue murka adalah. Dia suka naruh handuk basah di atas kasur Gitaaaa...” lagi-lagi Ara merengek.

Di tempat lain, Arial juga sedang mendengar rajukan Yuno akan tingkah Ara yang menurut Yuno berubah drastis setelah menikah. Ara yang Yuno kenal sebagai cewek yang manis itu sekarang berubah segalak harimau pas dia udah nikahin.

Kadang Yuno mikir, apa cewek-cewek bakalan lebih galak setelah menikah?

“Lo bayangin dong, Ril. Masa cuma gara-gara gue naruh handuk basah di atas kasur bekas gue mandi aja dia ngambek sama gue, dan yang lebih bikin gue kesel lagi, kaos gue dia jadiin keset, Ril. shock gak lo kalo jadi gue?” rajuk Yuno sembari memakan batagor yang Arial pesan barusan.

Arial dan Yuno memang sengaja bertemu di luar, Yuno bilangnya cuma mau minta di temenin nyari tempat makan enak Bandung sebentar siapa sangka kalau jadinya Yuno banyak cerita begini sama Arial.

Mendengar keluhan sepupunya Gita itu, Arial jadi terkekeh pelan, membuat Yuno yang lagi cerita dengan perasaan sedikit kesal itu jadi tambah kesal liat Arial ketawa. Arial sih udah enggak kaget sama hal kaya gini, soalnya waktu dia awal-awal nikah sama Gita pun mereka berdua masih suka kaget sama kebiasaan satu sama lain.

Terutama Gita yang udah pasti ngomel kalo Arial ngacak-ngacak baju di lemari, apalagi kalo ngambil nya di tarik dan bikin baju yang di atas dan di bawahnya jadi ikutan kusut karena lipatannya berantankan.

“Yeee, lo kok malah jadi ketawa sih, Ril?” protes Yuno.

“Gapapa sih, lucu aja waktu lo bilang kaos lo di jadiin keset sama Ara.” jawab Arial di sela-sela ketawanya.

“Kampret lo,” hardik Yuno. Arial ini gak ngerti perasaanya banget.

“Ya gimana enggak di jadiin keset, No. Mungkin Ara ngiranya kaos lo udah gak layak pake kali? Ya lo liat aja, yang lo pake sekarang aja belel begini.” Arial masukin satu jari telunjuknya ke bagian bolong kaos yang Yuno pake. Modelnya emang begitu, bolong-bolong kaya baju gak layak pake gak heran sih kalo Ara jadiin keset.

“Kampret lu, bukanya sombong yah. Tapi ini kaos harganya juga bisa buat bayar kosan Abah 2 bulan.”

Arial menggeleng, masih dengan kekehannya itu. “Makanya lo beli baju yang bener kek modelnya, No. Duit banyak beli baju belel mulu.”

Yuno enggak menjawab lagi, cowok itu cuma mendesah pelan sembarin nenggak es teh yang ada di meja hingga isinya tandas. Agak nyesel cerita sama Arial, dia ini gak ngasih solusi. Mau cerita sama Yuda pun, Yuda lagi dinas di luar kota.

“Tapi yah, ngomong-ngomong ini bukan masalah gede sih, No. Gue dulu juga sama Gita gitu, yah intinya sih elu sama Ara masih beradaptasi aja karna kebiasaan satu sama lain. Lagian, pengantin baru harusnya masih manis-manis kan?” Arial menaik turunkan alisnya menggoda Yuno.

Yuno mengangguk, kalau di bilang udah gak harmonis apalagi manis-manis sih enggak. Yuno sama Ara masih manis-manis aja kok, Ara juga masih manja walaupun sering banget ngambekin dia. Tapi kalau lagi jauhan gini cewek itu juga pasti nelfon Yuno buat jangan pergi lama-lama dengan alasan kangen.

Yah kaya gini nih, sekarang Yuno melirik ke ponselnya yang berdering menampakan kontak Istrinya disana.

“Angkat tuh, kasian Adek gue,” ucap Arial.

Yuno menghela nafasnya pelan, kemudian mengangkat panggilan dari Istrinya itu. “Hallo, sayang?”

Mas Yuno dimana?

“Masih di luar terus ketemuan sama Arial deket kantornya dia nih, terus di ajak makan batagor, kenapa?”

Jemput yah, Mas. Kangen..” rajuk Ara di sebrang sana itu berhasil membuat telinga Yuno memerah, secercah senyum juga hadir di wajahnya membuat Arial yang melihat itu jadi bergedik geli.

“Iya, aku jemput yah. Mau titip apa?”

pancong lumer deket Lengkong yah, Mas. Yang rasa matcha aja, terus sama takoyaki juga.

“Udah?”

um

“Yaudah, aku OTW yah.”

Mas hati-hati.

Setelah sambungan telfonnya terputus, Yuno cuma nyengir aja waktu Arial ngelirik ke arah dia. Yuno ngerasa ucapan Arial benar, kayanya dia sama Ara cuma lagi beradaptasi sama kebiasaan-kebiasaan mereka aja.

“Lo mau balik ke kantor, Ril?” tanya Yuno.

“Iyalah, jam istirahat gue udah kelar.”

“Yaudah, balik sono. Gue mau ke Lengkong. Ara nitip makanan.”

Arial yang ngeliat Yuno udah senyum cerah lagi cuma bisa menggeleng pelan, beneran aneh. Pasangan aneh, padahal dulu Ara dan Yuno enggak seabsurd itu menurut Arial.

 
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from JazzyExpert

Art from the Andes: Ancient Peru and Beyond

Old art provides as a link linking the current to humanity's earliest innovative expressions. Spanning tens and thousands of decades and protecting varied countries, ancient art supplies a profound insight in to the values,

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showcasing the executive and spiritual devotion of the Sumerians. Tube seals, lavishly etched items used to mark property and papers, symbolize an original blend of application and artistry.

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The heritage of old artwork continues in the current world. Several modern musicians and architects draw motivation from old types and motifs. Museums across the globe house priceless artifacts,

ensuring why these Ancient Artz remain available for study and admiration. Digital technology has more extended that availability, enabling electronic trips and 3D reconstructions of historical internet sites and artifacts.

Historical artwork is significantly more than an aesthetic achievement; it is a profound history of humanity's journey through time. It shows the thoughts, beliefs, and improvements of people who installed the foundations of modern civilization.

By learning and preserving old artwork, we honor our distributed history and gain a deeper gratitude of the creativity and resilience that establish the individual spirit.

 
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from verity's correspondance book

These follow the format COMPOSER'S SURNAME – PIECE TITLE – SUBSECTION (if applicable) for ease of Internet searching. Basically I'm hoping plugging in each line with “easy piano” will get you a video and sheet music.

This list is arranged in roughly time order of when they were composed.

  • JS Bach – Well Tempered Clavier Book 1 – Prelude 1
  • JS Bach – Minuet in G major (BWV Anh.114) (super short, you might have heard this one before)
  • Mozart – Piano Sonata No.16 in C major, K.545
  • Beethoven – Moonlight Sonata (the 1st movement is the most well known but 3rd, while more difficult, is a banger imo)
  • Beethoven – Sonata Op 49 no. 1
  • Mussorgsky – Pictures at an Exhibition (it's a series of short pieces; Promenade would be a good one to start)
  • Grieg – Peer Gynt Suite – Morning Mood (again all the pieces are v tuneful)
  • Schumann – The Wild Horseman
  • Dvorak – Slavonic Dances Op. 46

#music

 
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from verity's correspondance book

I finally got Stardew Valley this year. Which is about right, it seems I only play games a decade after they're released... but in a shockingly short time I've spent over 300 hours playing it.

Unsurprisingly it features the dramatically-named “dark patterns” (https://www.darkpattern.games/pattern/4/psychological-dark-patterns.html) – features that incentivise playing on and on and on... I don't necessarily think it's a bad thing necessarily. But if you are anything like me and you get caught up easily in things, flow state or no, then it's worth being aware of...

(take it from me with my 300 hours)

 
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from LizaHadiz

He hit me and it felt like a kiss He hit me and I knew he loved me If he didn't care for me I could have never made him mad But he hit me and I was glad

A verse from a sickening love song? Confusing love with violence? Misogynist? Antifeminist? This song, “He Hit Me (And It Felt Like a Kiss)” was written by Carole King and (then husband) Gerry Goffin, and released in 1962. It was sung by the chart topper female singers of the era, the Crystals, and produced by Phil Spector—considered by some as one of the geniuses of the music industry. Was the song’s theme a reflection of its times, when there was less understanding about domestic violence? Not really. In fact, after the song was released and had gotten airplay, protests soon emerged causing the song to lose radio promotion. King herself later even declared her regret over her involvement in the song.

The idea of the song came from a conversation with the couple's babysitter, Little Eva, who became a singer and had a big, albeit brief, success with the song “The Loco-Motion” (which King and Goffin wrote for her the same year). King and Goffin realized that Little Eva (her real name, Eva Boyd) was being beaten by her boyfriend regularly. However, Eva believed that his violent actions toward her was an expression, and even proof, of his love for her, using the controversial phrase as she explained to King and Goffin; hence, the title and lyrics of the song.

As controversial as the phrase in the song is, other artists have covered the song. Notably, Hole has covered the song and performed it on MTV Unplugged in 1995, where lead singer, Courtney Love introduced the song as “a really sick song” (but Hole chose to cover it, I assume they have a deeper perspective about the song). At the end of the song, she sarcastically commented, “Nice feminist anthem.”

Still, I beg the question, is “He Hit Me” really a sick song?

Lana Del Rey used the line “He hit me and it felt like a kiss” in her 2014 song “Ultraviolence” (as a reference to the song, as she typically references lines from other songs). This has brought some vicious criticism, accusing her of glamorizing domestic violence and setting women back hundreds of years. In response, Del Rey stated, “I’ve been honest about the challenging relationships I’ve had. That’s just how it is for many women.” She also argued, “There has to be a place in feminism for women who look and act like me … the kind of women who get their own stories and voices taken away from them by stronger women or by men who hate women.”

However, Del Rey had said in an interview that she now omits the line during performances of ‘Ultraviolence’ for the reason that it could be triggering for survivors of abuse in the audience.

Still, I beg the question, is “He Hit Me” really a sick song? Was King and Goffin so distasteful in writing such a song? Is it Antifeminist? Was Del Rey using the controversial phrase to create a distorted image of violence against women?

Well, if we think about it, King and Goffin, just as Del Rey, were telling a story through their song by reflecting on a situation or experience, and revealed a snapshot of reality through their lyrics. Certainly, that’s what artists and writers do through their work. It does not always mean it is an endorsement, on the contrary, it can be a critique of society, as we know many artists and writers do this.

There should be a space for survivors to voice themselves, not a platform for others to dictate the narrative.

In reality, many women and survivors of gender-based violence have confusing emotions about what they are experiencing or have experienced because of the society that we are raised in, where women are treated like property; where ownership of the female in heterosexual relationships is romanticized as love.

I think the last verse of the song illustrates my point.

Yes, he hit me and it felt like a kiss He hit me and I knew I loved him And then he took me in his arms With all the tenderness there is And when he kissed me, he made me his

There should be a space for survivors to voice themselves, not a platform for others to dictate the narrative. We praise Gisèle Pelicot for owning the narrative and deconstructing the shame of rape. Nevertheless, empowerment is a complicated process. We cannot turn a blind eye on or shame and blame survivors for how they feel.

(Looks like this is my last post for 2024 on this blog, Happy New Year!)

-Some Thoughts from the Cappuccino Girl- (2024)

#music #gender

Image: Lana Del Rey by Nicole Nodland (theguardian.com, 2012)

(updated 2 January 2025)

You might be interested to read: FEMICIDE: Crimes of Passion, Honor, and War

Sources:

Taysom, Joe (2022) 'The controversial lyric Lana Del Rey now refuses to sing.' Far Out Magazine. https://faroutmagazine.co.uk/controversial-lyric-lana-del-rey-refuses-to-sing/ [Accessed 2 June 2024].

Wikipedia (2024) He Hit Me (And It Felt Like a Kiss) https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=He_Hit_Me_(And_It_Felt_Like_a_Kiss) [Accessed 31 December 2024].

Wikipedia (2024) Little Eva. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Eva [Accessed 31 December 2024].

 
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먹튀 사건을 피하는 음식점의 스마트한 방법

먹튀 (먹고 튀다)라는 단어는 '먹다'와 '튀다'의 결합으로, 본래는 음식을 먹고 도망가는 행동을 일컫는 속어입니다. 그러나 오늘날 이 표현은 주로 온라인에서 불법적인 활동을 지칭하는 용어로 사용됩니다. 특히, 온라인 도박이나 스포츠 베팅에서 먹튀는 사용자들이 돈을 걸고 이긴 뒤, 돈을 인출할 때 사라져 버리는 사례를 일컫는 말입니다. 이런 상황을 방지하고 사용자들이 안전하게 게임을 즐길 수 있도록 도와주는 것이 바로 '먹튀 검증'입니다.

인터넷을 통한 도박과 베팅은 빠르게 성장하고 있으며, 그에 따라 먹튀 사건도 빈번히 발생하고 있습니다. 먹튀는 일반적으로 웹사이트나 모바일 애플리케이션에서 발생하는데, 사용자들이 금액을 입금하고 베팅을 하지만, 승리 후에는 사이트 운영자가 갑자기 사라져서 금액을 인출하지 못하는 상황을 말합니다. 이런 사건은 사용자가 금전적 손해를 입을 뿐만 아니라, 신뢰성 높은 사이트를 찾기 어려운 문제도 야기합니다.

따라서 먹튀 검증은 사용자가 신뢰할 수 있는 사이트를 찾을 수 있도록 도와주는 중요한 과정입니다. 먹튀 검증을 통해 사용자들은 안전하게 베팅을 하고, 돈을 인출할 수 있는 사이트를 찾을 수 있으며, 먹튀 사기 피해를 예방할 수 있습니다.

먹튀 검증은 주로 두 가지 방법으로 이루어집니다. 첫 번째는 사용자 경험을 바탕으로 한 검증입니다. 사용자가 직접 경험한 정보를 공유하거나, 먹튀 사건이 발생한 사이트에 대한 피드백을 제공하는 방식입니다. 여러 사용자들의 경험을 통해 사이트의 신뢰성을 파악할 수 있으며, 이는 검증의 중요한 기준이 됩니다. 두 번째는 전문 먹튀 검증 업체를 이용한 방법입니다. 먹튀 검증 업체들은 사이트의 신뢰성을 평가하고, 사이트 운영자의 정보, 라이센스, 운영 방식 등을 확인하여 사용자들에게 안전한 사이트를 추천합니다.

사용자 리뷰 및 피드백 사용자들이 남긴 리뷰와 피드백은 먹튀 검증에서 중요한 역할을 합니다. 사용자들이 실제로 경험한 바를 공유하며, 사이트의 신뢰성이나 먹튀 여부를 알려주는 중요한 정보를 제공합니다. 또한, 여러 커뮤니티나 포럼에서는 먹튀 사건에 대한 정보를 실시간으로 업데이트하여 다른 사용자들이 피해를 입지 않도록 도와줍니다.

전문 검증 사이트 먹튀 검증 업체들은 다양한 온라인 도박 및 베팅 사이트를 모니터링하고, 신뢰할 수 있는 사이트를 검증하는 일을 합니다. 이들은 주로 법적 조건, 운영자의 경력, 사이트의 보안 시스템 등을 점검하여 먹튀 여부를 파악합니다. 검증된 사이트들은 신뢰를 얻기 때문에, 사용자들에게 추천하는 주요 기준이 됩니다.

라이센스 및 법적 조건 확인 먹튀를 예방하기 위한 중요한 방법 중 하나는 사이트가 합법적인 라이센스를 보유하고 있는지 확인하는 것입니다. 많은 도박 및 베팅 사이트는 합법적인 국가에서 발행한 라이센스를 요구하며, 이를 통해 사용자들에게 신뢰를 제공합니다. 이러한 라이센스가 없는 사이트는 먹튀 위험이 있을 수 있으므로, 주의해야 합니다.

보안 시스템 점검 먹튀 사이트는 대개 보안이 취약한 경우가 많습니다. 사용자들의 개인정보와 결제 정보가 유출될 위험이 있기 때문에, 먹튀 검증 시 보안 시스템의 강도도 중요한 기준이 됩니다. HTTPS 프로토콜, SSL 인증서 등의 보안 기능이 제대로 구현된 사이트는 먹튀 가능성이 낮습니다.

먹튀 검증 업체를 통해 검증된 사이트를 이용하면, 먹튀 위험을 크게 줄일 수 있습니다. 검증 업체는 다양한 온라인 사이트를 전문적으로 평가하므로, 이를 통해 안전한 사이트를 찾을 수 있습니다.

먹튀 피해를 당한 경우, 빠르게 대응할 수 있는 고객 지원팀을 갖춘 사이트를 선택하는 것이 중요합니다. 고객 서비스가 원활하고, 사용자 문제에 대해 신속하게 대응하는 사이트는 신뢰할 수 있습니다.꽁머니

다른 사용자들의 평가나 리뷰를 확인하고, 사이트의 전반적인 평판을 파악하는 것도 좋은 방법입니다. 사이트가 오랜 시간 동안 운영되어 왔고, 긍정적인 평가를 받았다면 그만큼 신뢰성이 높습니다.

먹튀 검증은 온라인 도박과 베팅에서의 안전성을 보장하는 중요한 과정입니다. 사용자들이 신뢰할 수 있는 사이트를 찾고, 먹튀 피해를 예방하기 위해서는 여러 방법을 통해 철저히 검증하는 것이 필수적입니다. 먹튀 검증 업체의 활용, 사용자 리뷰의 확인, 사이트의 보안 점검 등을 통해 안전하게 온라인 게임을 즐길 수 있습니다. 이를 통해 온라인 베팅의 즐거움을 안전하게 만끽할 수 있습니다.

 
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from Aslan Duran Hukuk

İş Hukuku

İş hukuku, işçi ve işveren arasındaki ilişkilerin yasal çerçevede düzenlenmesini sağlayan geniş bir hukuk dalıdır. İşçilerin haklarını güvence altına almak, işverenlerin yasal yükümlülüklerini belirlemek ve çalışma ilişkilerinde adil bir denge kurmak iş hukukunun temel hedefleri arasında yer alır. İşçi ve işveren arasında doğabilecek uyuşmazlıkların çözümünde iş hukuku avukatıyla çalışmak büyük önem taşır. Bu noktada, iş hukuku avukatı Ankara arayışında olanlar için Arca Hukuk ve Danışmanlık Ofisi güvenilir bir alternatif sunmaktadır.

İş Hukuku Kapsamındaki Davalar

İş hukuku, işçi ve işveren arasında yaşanan anlaşmazlıkları çözmek için farklı dava türlerini içermektedir. Bu davalardan bazıları şunlardır:

· İşe iade davaları: Haksız fesih durumlarında işçinin işe geri alınmasını sağlar.

· Kıdem tazminatı davaları: İşçinin uzun süreli çalışmaları sonucunda hak ettiği ödemeyi kapsar.

· İhbar tazminatı: Fesih bildirim süresine uyulmaması durumunda işçiye yapılan ödemedir.

· Fazla mesai ve tatil ücretleri: Çalışanın hak ettiği ancak ödenmeyen ek ücretleri içerir.

· İş kazası ve meslek hastalıkları: İşçinin güvenliğini tehdit eden durumlarda tazminat taleplerini kapsar.

Bu davaların başarıyla sonuçlanması için, işçi ve işverenin haklarını en iyi şekilde savunan bir Ankara iş hukuku avukatı ile çalışılması önerilir.

Öne Çıkan Haklar ve Süreçlerv İş hukuku kapsamında, işçilerin haklarını korumaya yönelik birçok yasal düzenleme mevcuttur: · İşçilik alacakları: Kıdem tazminatı, ihbar tazminatı, yıllık izin ve fazla mesai ücretlerini kapsar. · İşe iade davaları: Haksız fesih durumlarında işçinin haklarını geri kazanması için önemli bir süreçtir. · Tazminat davaları: İşçinin çalıştığı süre boyunca hak kazandığı kıdem ve ihbar tazminatlarının doğru şekilde hesaplanarak ödenmesini sağlar. Bu tür davalarda, iş hukuku süreçlerine hakim bir avukatın rehberliği, işçi ve işveren açısından hak kayıplarının önüne geçmek için hayati öneme sahiptir.

Hukuk Bürosunun Rolü

Ankara Etimesgut’ta faaliyet gösteren Arca Hukuk ve Danışmanlık Ofisi, iş hukuku alanında kapsamlı bir uzmanlık sunar. İşçi ve işveren ilişkilerinde ortaya çıkabilecek her türlü uyuşmazlıkta çözüm odaklı bir yaklaşım benimseyen ofis, müvekkillerine şu alanlarda destek sağlar:

· İşçilik alacaklarının tahsili,

· İşe iade davalarının yönetimi,

· Tazminat hesaplamaları ve tahsili,

· İş kazası ve meslek hastalığı gibi durumlarda hukuki süreçlerin yürütülmesi.

Arca Hukuk, hem işçi hem de işveren için profesyonel çözümler sunarak tarafların haklarını en etkili şekilde savunmayı hedefler. İş hukuku avukatı Ankara arayışında olanlar için ofis, güçlü bir destek noktasıdır.

Sonuç

İş hukuku, çalışma ilişkilerinde dengeyi sağlayan ve tarafların haklarını koruyan önemli bir hukuk dalıdır. İşçi ve işveren arasında yaşanan uyuşmazlıkların çözümünde, bir Ankara iş hukuku avukatı ile çalışmak, doğru adımların atılmasını ve hak kayıplarının önlenmesini sağlar. Arca Hukuk ve Danışmanlık Ofisi, iş hukuku davalarında profesyonel bir destek sunarak işçi ve işverenlerin yanında yer almaktadır. Ankara’da iş hukuku alanında güvenilir bir avukata ihtiyaç duyuyorsanız, Arca Hukuk sizin için ideal bir tercihtir.

 
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from JazzyExpert

Common Mistakes Eviction Lawyers Can Help You Avoid

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Eviction lawyers are vital in solving tenant-landlord disputes, offering expert advice and illustration to ensure fair outcomes for equally parties. Whether you are Eviction Lawyers an eviction as a landlord or guarding your correct to stay as a tenant, these specialists supply the knowledge and help you need to understand the complexities of housing law.

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from Aslan Duran Hukuk

Bilişim Hukuku

Bilgisayar ve internetin yaygınlaşması, bilişim suçlarının ortaya çıkmasına neden olmuştur. Türk Ceza Kanunu’nun 243. ve 245. maddelerinde düzenlenen bu suçlar hâlâ geliştirilmesi gereken bir alan olarak karşımıza çıkıyor. Bilişim avukatı, bilişim suçlarıyla ilgili güncel bilgi ve hukuki deneyimleriyle danışmanlık sağlar.

Siber Suçlar ve Bilişim Avukatlarının Yetkinliği

Siber suçlar, sistemleri engelleme, bozma, verilerle oynama gibi suçları içerir. Bu suçları işleyenler, yasal yaptırımlarla karşı karşıya kalır. Bilişim avukatları, siber suçlar konusunda uzmanlaşarak, dava sürecinde müvekkillerine destek verir.

Bilişim Hukuku Alanında Sık Karşılaşılan Davalar

Bilişim hukuku, geniş bir dava yelpazesi içerir. Bu davalar arasında, bilişim suçları, internet dolandırıcılığı, sosyal medyanın hukuka aykırı kullanılması, banka hesaplarına girilmesi gibi konular yer alır. Bilişim avukatları, bu tür davalarda hukuki süreçleri titizlikle takip eder.

Bilişim Avukatının Görev ve Sorumlulukları

Bilişim avukatları, kişisel veri koruma, e-ticaret hukuku, siber suçlar ve dijital ortamdaki fikri mülkiyet hakları konusunda hizmet sunar. Bu uzmanlık alanları, dijital dünyadaki hukuki sorunların çözümünde önemli bir rol oynar.

Bilişim Avukatı Hangi Durumlarda Gereklidir?

Bilişim avukatları, dijital ortamlarda hukuki sorunlarla karşılaşan bireyler ve kurumlar için gereklidir. Özellikle siber saldırılar, kişisel veri ihlalleri ve e-ticaret anlaşmazlıkları gibi konularda uzman bir ankara bilişim avukatı, hukuki süreci yönetir.

KVKK Uyum Süreci ve Bilişim Avukatları

Kişisel verilerin korunması, bilişim hukukunun en önemli alanlarından biridir. Bilişim avukatları, KVKK uyum sürecinde danışmanlık sağlar ve veri ihlalleri durumunda hukuki destek sunar.

Siber Güvenlik ve Bilişim Hukuku

Teknolojik gelişmeler, siber güvenlik risklerini beraberinde getirir. Bilişim avukatları, siber güvenlik konusunda hukuki süreçleri yönetir ve hem bireyler hem de kurumlar için koruma sağlar.

E-Ticaret Hukuku ve Dijital Dünyadaki Yasal Düzenlemeler

E-ticaretin yaygınlaşması, hukuki sorunları da beraberinde getirmiştir. Bilişim avukatları, e-ticaret platformlarında yaşanan tüketici hakları ihlalleri, sözleşme düzenlemeleri ve veri güvenliği gibi konulara dair hukuki hizmet sunar.

Bilişim Avukatı Seçerken Dikkat Edilmesi Gerekenler

Bir bilişim avukatı seçerken, KVKK, e-ticaret hukuku ve siber suçlar konusundaki deneyimi göz önünde bulundurulmalıdır. Teknolojik gelişmelere uyum sağlayabilen bir avukat, etkili bir hukuki danışmanlık sunabilir.

Ankara’da Bilişim Hukuku ve Bilişim Avukatlarının Önemi

Ankara’daki bilişim avukatları, dijital dünyada karşılaşılan hukuki sorunlar konusunda profesyonel hizmet sunar. Siber saldırılara karşı savunma, kişisel veri koruma ve e-ticaret anlaşmazlıklarında hukuki destek sağlarlar.

 
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from verity's correspondance book

It starts when Rachel's therapist challenges her to set boundaries with her mother – no communication for 90 days – her mother who shaped her own view of her body and fatness; nudged her over the years into a life defined by calorie restriction

It essentially skirts around this orthorexia without calling it an eating disorder, but fittingly the story embraces queerness and a delight in the female body. Rachel's initial self-loathing evolves into rejoicing in eating and food: there is a lovely dinner scene with lush descriptions of Jewish home cooking.

  • Lots of themes of family, faith and romance/lust
  • ymmv, but I found the sexual fantasies quite heavy-handed
  • bittersweet ending. No tragic lesbians here, but it's not a happy ever after either.

#books #queer

 
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from ARBITER

You look out the window.

It starts with a crack. It is beautiful in its simplicity and overwhelming stupidity, its mounting insignificance and statistical improbability serving as a testament to its results. There are many others like it, though its inhabitants do not know this, and never will. But from your perspective, it stands apart from the rest.

You have seen many worlds of many origins, scattered in their space, time, and density. The overwhelming majority of them end up as inert rocks, ones of no particular use. Some manage to sustain the curse of life, and even fewer develop anything resembling consciousness or intelligence. Even then, intelligence alone is not particularly remarkable. Perception is not exciting to you. Even to communicate is not exceptional, though the resultant obfuscation begins to make Concepts a bit chewier. It causes Understandings to be lost and improperly relayed.

But this world is unique in a way you have not yet detected. Even now, its dangerous gravity begins to draw you in, changing you. Among all worlds, there is something about your own that nobody has been able to replicate, a gift you had assumed was for you and for you alone.

You call it lying.

It is a form of intentional obfuscation, one that diverges from reality deliberately in order to serve some other end. For you, it is generally avoided in order to sidestep as much ambiguity as possible. But this civilization is creating lies for the purposes of entertainment, ones that are not meant to mislead, but to suspend disbelief. You call these lies stories, and they are some of the most dense Concepts you have ever seen. Their genesis is that of an endless wealth of Culture.

Most worlds never progress beyond telling their own histories, living endlessly in a feedback loop of lost Understanding. Some worlds manage to transcribe those histories, thereby lessening this loss. This world, however, is creating genesis points with alarming regularity. They have told many stories, and some are more prevalent than others, varying in their density.

You ponder on this fact for some time, noting the way the landscape looks. When you gaze upon the blueness out of the window, you notice there is green and brown, covered in specks of bright light. They clump together to make lands where the stories' genesis points lie. But some of these stories do not have greens or browns! Some have entirely separate things from these masses, forming speculation so great that you would call it hearsay.

You concentrate too hard. Your perspective shifts. The walls are closing in on you. Your thoughts flow around every remaining bit of you. They are coming to dissolve you whole, replacing you briefly with another.


You are an old god; a foreign concept, but one of great power. You see differently from the new gods. The new gods withhold understandings in fear from their creation: the mortals, ones that can decay. You wish for these Understandings to be known, spread without consequence. You steal them, and create Culture for the masses; a set of Understandings so basic they could be shared. But the new gods are unhappy. You are bound to eternal torment, an endless cycle of subsumption and decay.


You live with another being. It is smaller, hairier, and brown. You desperately wished to leave where you are, to create a new world of your own. A calamity whisks you away to a world of fantasy and magic. You yearn to go home. You meet with a wish granter. You return to who and where you were.


You are touched by a creature from beyond. It shifts your perspective, your mind, your flesh. You cannot understand it, and it cannot understand you. You see it everywhere, in patterns, in antipatterns. You are driven mad.


You are touched by a force you do not understand. It does not speak your language, and there is no recontextualization. You are able to decipher it, gradually. You will begin to see your offspring, their life, their world. You remember when they will be older.


You are trapped in your place of residence. You play a game. The game is concerned with stories. The game is not concerned with you. The game ends your world. You become a story, an heir to a fate that has been determined for you. You are no longer what you were.


You SNAP! back to the ship's interior, orienting yourself. Another being is there, next to you, her form and speech seeming to comfort you, though you are far too removed from this reality to be able to understand her. The walls expand back around you, and you remember that this is where you belong. It's simply that you've never encountered this density, this richness. It could last you, and all others, many, many ticks to come.

...Much of it has the consistency of a thick paste. Some parts are much more tantalizing than others, and others are barely even visible to you. They are mere fragments of Concepts, nothing that could ever see the Ocean's grace. You cannot even imagine what impact these discoveries might have. Entire communities could be built and sustained on this, bringing life that you cannot even fathom. At no cost!

These thoughts of revolution bring you back, and you hear a voice from a distance. “...are you doing okay???”, it says.

There is a pause. “i know this isnt the best moment but youre going to have to get up at some point”, it says, causing you to turn away from the window. The entity in front of you does not cohere. It lets out a tenebrous grinding noise, as you see its history much like you saw the history of what was before you: fuzzy orange, slimy black, effervescent green...

It feels like static. It is changing too quickly. You cannot make sense of it. A maw emerges from the rapidly oscillating form, and speaks thus: “buddy you look like youre coated in shit how hard am i gonna have to YELL





Supplicated to the fawn Fold back my pajama sleeves Take a look at what I have done You can protect nothing – Gray Death, by Xiu Xiu

He's dreaming about places he's never been again. Marka wakes up from his terrible, deeply pretentious nightmare, and he has no idea what it could mean. It's the kind of thing that shakes someone to their core, though it's far easier to just look at him for evidence of that. His place of respite is completely singed, like someone actively tried to commit arson in here but gave up halfway through because it wasn't worth it. Don't you hate it when your partner ends up damaging the fabric of reality, and it's on you to hold her accountable? It's one of the great dilemmas, and absolutely everyone has been in that position at least once. If you haven't, have you ever truly loved? Love is an act of violence, after all. To entertain otherwise would be a farce. But the wanting for reconciliation only comes in waves. Marka is far, far more concerned with the gravity of the situation he has faced. Though at present, he's mostly concerned with the weird gray thing directly in front of him. The one that just slapped him. “sorry for hitting you in the... whatever that is, but youve been out for ages and at this point its overtly concerning for whatever sorry saps actually bother to talk to you”, Elsie says, hovering over his sight. The down-force from their wings is putting out the residual scorching caused by his intense emotions. “...What do you want.”, Marka replies. “isnt it obvious? i want to see if youre going to talk about it“ “About what?“ “your meeting“ “Which meeting? I have plenty of meetings. I am very busy.“ “if i were to itemize everything youve done over the past tick then im pretty sure youd know what meeting im talking about“ “Use your words, please? I refuse to let these things stay implied.“ “with?????? the?????????? arbiter?????????????“ Marka's eyes squint. “Right. That meeting. I see. It was perfectly acceptable, and I will carry out my duties as expected of me.“ “you dont really have a face but i can read your emotions better than THAT, you know“ “...I am going to do exactly what is asked. Simple as. Do you want to be written up?“ “you know you wont do that“ “Entering the office of a superior officer without prior approval. Aiding and abetting the violation of the Ultimate Law—“ “i was off that damn link before anything happened and the plan wasnt to do anything that amry did. that much is clear and sekris nothing more than collateral. furthermore youre my friend and you havent been seen around at all, someone official would have been sent here to check that you didnt do some pirouette into insanity if it wasnt me”, Elsie says, tensing their posture. They slow the flapping of their wings before moving to stand next to Marka, their arms folded. “you dont have shit on me and if you did you couldnt prove it“ “No need to be so aggressive. I was joking.“ “well suffice it to say, given the subject matter of that meeting and the alert i just got, im not especially up for jokes right now“ “...Right. Well. I have that manual you wanted, and the necessary resources.“ “oh?”, Elsie says. He's changing the conversation topic. Whatever. They needed this anyways, it's half of why they're here. The poor PEAR ]['s probably about to power off for its last time. They're surprised it turned on at all, honestly. “This is going to sound very silly, but the requisite resource is merely copper. While organic resources are often not seen frequently, the recent influx of now-subsumed Concepts leaves some of their components available.“ “...can i have it?“ “What are friends for.

Marka's room, which is finally visible, provides some context for this interaction. The space is coated in stars, hats, wands, and robes, the traditional signifiers of a budding magician. Or more specifically a phony magician – while different foreign bodies regard different things as magic, the notions of stage magic and party tricks always seems to be a universal constant. Although foreign concepts tend not to be preserved on an individual level, Marka has a few artifacts from other spacetimes. His information wells – books, primarily – tend to be largely grandiose works of fiction provided from elsewhere, involving whatever fictional creature said culture wished to document. Fiction is, of course, relative, but many of these beings are outlandish vampires, goblins, or ghouls, whose relative frequency is low in the cultures of foreign bodies. In stark contrast are various procedurals from Culture votes past – not for his job, but for keeping track of changes. He's become slightly neurotic lately about keeping track – things keep slipping between the cracks from his perspective, and if his dreams are any indicator, something's in need of thorough analysis. The rest of the room is empty. Alarmingly, it's just books, a place of respite, and cloaks and capes that few are allowed to see. He's always been like this, attempting intense minimalism except for things that captivate him. That, combined with his intense expressiveness in his (rare) emotions, make him the poster child for Cognis's mandatory autism awareness seminars: Build an Inclusive Department, Now!, Accommodating Parenthetical Divergence, and Concept-First Language: a Primer, to name a few. But the aforementioned barren bookshelf also has two objects on it, next to some well-read books stacked cleanly. There's a container full of copper wire, and there's some printouts on dot-matrix paper in a language Marka can't even read, but Elsie should be able to. “The machine for digital recontextualization would not work on this sample, so I had this tailored to your present form.”, Marka says, picking up the things and placing them in Elsie's hands uncomfortably. “Whatever you had here, it was very dated, likely before our time. Frankly, it is impressive that the machine's language is workable for you.“ “why wouldnt digitization work?“ “When I say before our time, I mean that this manual was created before the advent of recontextualization. To put it through that procedure would necessarily lose some important information, and to explain exactly why would be a breach of my security protocols. I could lose everything.“ “... you werent kidding huh“ “Believe me when I say that I would not be able to get this to you had I done the work after my meeting.“ “im surprised that youre willing to give me restricted anything“ “...Yeah, well.“ “...here, lets go on a walk. you need to clean up anyways”, Elsie says. “Yeah, well” isn't exactly the type of thing that Marka says, and at this point... well, despite their predilections about recent events, they still care about the guy. They figure he should probably get out of this desolate living space.

The two of them meander through the halls of Cognis. The diversity of forms around them is difficult to describe. Marka notes one that looks somewhat like Amry's new form, but... blue, and pointier. He looks up, and one walks on the ceiling, suction cups adhering to it, and he wonders why someone would bother to do that. The suction cups aren't even... part of the form. It's just a quadruped form with suction cups. More importantly, they're looking straight at him. The diversity of forms here makes it very, very difficult to truly stand out. If everyone's weird looking, nobody's weird looking. Unfortunately, though, Marka's special now. He's gained an uncomfortable amount of notoriety, solely because he requested an audience with the Arbiter and received one. Idle workplace chatter now centers around Marka and what he's up to. There's a specific way that they tend to look or talk about him. As he goes about his business, idle gazes tend to snap to him as if by routine. A bewildered look often manifests, one that seemingly indicates something worth noting about his form or manner. But once Marka's gaze meets theirs, they seem to flinch, as if scanning the room to orient oneself or doing anything other than what they're doing in this moment. Nobody ever wants to admit to their usage of spectacle. Neither does the suction cup weirdo, either, their gaze moving to focus on their grip on the ceiling. Marka wishes, briefly, that someone would just tell him exactly how they felt about him. No codes, no keys, just a plain talk. Relatedly, he thinks back to his meeting with the Arbiter, and all he recalls is noise carved from silence. The memory barely even serves as anything more than a placard for “something happened here”, like a pointer to an unaddressed part of his memory. He does, however, manage to recall the message I forgot to include that was sent out following that meeting, though:


dearest faithful,

i am well aware of the shock of hearing my cognition broadcasted directly, but let it be thus: a grave misdeed has occurred, and it will come as an unfortunate surprise to many. alas, her emptiness has committed a tragic action, one not in accordance with the collective whims we uphold. her understandings have become MALIGNED with the ultimate law. she has subsumed an overload-class entity, and thereby touched the fruit of life. but worry not, faithful, for she will face imminent JUSTICE, regardless of said subsumption. it is not my wish for this to occur, but ostensibly, it is hers by her own actions... and what am i if not an upholder of the codes :)

yours, ARBITER


...and it shakes him to his core as he almost floats straight into a wall. Elsie, holding in a facepalm, speaks up. “you doing okay bud“ “Where are we going, anyway?”, Marka says. “well, away from here. the intention was to meander but the larvae get out of training soon and so its probably not best to stay here“ Marka looks around him, orienting himself in the space. There is grey, and green, and brown, and yellow. Portraits of various larvae litter the walls, as if some kind of hall of fame, or recognition for some grand achievement in one's training. He, of course, made the bill long ago, but he can't remember what the actual achievement he earned is called. Whatever. He remembers the halls around him, and the time he spent here, and... no, don't think about that. Walking. Getting your mind off it. That's what you're doing. “...im just gonna start moving if you feel like becoming vaguely catatonic”, Elsie says. “Right. Following.“ The two leave the area, doors closing around them, and go up a nearby set of stairs to a clear bridge overlooking a large crossing. The design is minimal, and it is possible to observe those walking under you. On the other side of the overpass is a locked door. Elsie leans over the railing slightly, resting their arms on the shiny, grey frame. They stare down at the forms crossing below, a veritable rainbow of miscellaneous Concepts making their way to their destinations. They see all varieties and numbers of limbs, faces and their lack thereof, distributed consciousnesses, and some abstract notions reified into shapes. “I thought we were walking. There is nowhere to go but down from here.”, Marka says, not noticing the aptitude of his own words. He looks down. He keeps getting looked at, though nobody can hear him. It makes him uncomfortable. “i just go here to think sometimes. theres parts of cognis that nobody can access behind that door im pretty sure”, Elsie says. “it makes me think about those who came before us“ “Why would you want to think about that?“ “what were they even like? were they anything like us?“ “...If you are having a crisis of servitude, I can refer you to-“ “no, gdmmt!!! urgh why are you so endlessly like this“ Marka skulks up. “I am in no position to talk, I suppose. For once, I am the one who needs help.“ “ive been helping you through this stuff forever, or did you forget. its not even the first time weve been up here“ “Well, I appreciate that, even though I may not recollect it in the moment.“ “...right.“ “...So how are things for you?“ “im well“ “Good, good. Good to hear.“ “im glad to see youre well as well, at least relatively speaking“ “Yes.“ “its so many wells that the word well no longer seems to carry any meaning“ “That's called semantic satiation.“ “yeah”, Elsie says, sighing. Now, above all else, they're ever-present in their form. They can feel everything in their body tense up at once. It's a shame that their current form feels emotions not merely in the Concept, but the form itself as well. They can't hold it in anymore. They feel like they're about to pop, as if a firecracker whose fuse is sputtering after an attempt to put it out. The fuse flickers, and there is a crack. “did it feel good, marka”, Elsie says, in the most foreboding tone they can muster. “Did what feel good?“ “reporting your partner and letting her decay“ Marka, taken aback by the question, makes his first move. “You-“ “me! thats correct, im the one posing the question, now will you explain your rationale before i take what i need and treat you like a hostile“ “Are all of your supposed helps this confrontational?“ “are you ever going to internalize anything i say?“ “Do you expect me to simply disregard protocol? If it was that simple, I am certain that everyone would do it. I had no choice in the matter.”, Marka says, his flames seeming to simultaneously retreat and grow in fervor. “id expect that youd have some kind of chickenshit explanation like that“ “Where did this hostility suddenly manifest from?“ “i dont know, when did you begin to think that the whims were more important than anyone“ “They are.“ “well marka i guess that answers my question, doesnt it. my main problem lies in acting like you have no choice in the matter“ “What else would you have done?”, Marka says, his fear converted to anger, flames manifesting greater and greater before stifling his emotions to avoid a scene. “look over there”, Elsie says, pointing at a random form in the crowd with purple legs for arms. “how many impossibly terrible crimes do you think theyve committed, by the whims“ “...What?“ “marka i want you to look at them and give me a number“ “Do you always repeat names when you are confrontational? Besides, I am an adherent, but not an enforcer.“ “then why are you acting like one?“ “Because I am required to.“ “let me lay out the facts for you, because i want you to hear them in extensive detail, since you cant even recall our meeting here last“ “Fine. Such is.“ “so you returned from the inclinosphere, and you open up the coordinates you sent yourself. theres nothing there“ “Correct.“ “you go track down amrys concept and you see the same form there“ “Correct.“ “you pull strings in order to get a meeting with the arbiter, a thing nobody has done in ages, and using the obvious syllogism, report that your partner has consumed this overload class entity you were hoping to use for your work“ “Correct.”, Marka says, straining. “you get back from the meeting and start acting like this is avoidable and haunting, like theres just nothing that could be done, like youre some poor little meow meow hunting for your first chance to exercise agency”, Elsie says, balling their hands into fists and looking over on the railing towards Marka. “What. Is. Your. Point.“ “so why in the everloving fuck did you do that“ “Because it is the protocol that I am meant to uphold.“ “i dont know, maybe i would have said it was a dud, maybe i wouldve created a conceptual cloak of some kind, maybe i wouldve snuck something under the table. its hard to imagine someone showing up wearing orange and black stripes being normal but wed find a way. there were other ways, marka“ “You want me to commit a crime.“ “well you cant exactly tell if someones committed a crime by looking at them, now can you“ “As I already said, I should write you up. I already have cause to.“ “you wont“ “And why would I not? You are showing me that Cognis at large is likely full of those like you, their Cleverness. First her Emptiness, and now you. How many of you do I need to extinguish until we are clean of you? How long until the machine functions properly, everything in its right place?”, Marka says, singing the metal on the crosswalk slightly. “you wont because who else do you have left“ Marka pauses. If this was combat, it would be an ideal time for a counterattack. “do you always use formal titles when youre trying to justify yourself?“ No response. “amry wont talk to you. sekri is mad at you. im mad at you. what other friends do you have? and dont give me that “i know plenty others” bullshit, i know you dont, youve cried at us about it. why else do you think i keep helping you“ No response. Marka turns and stares blankly at the forms below. He looks at their colors again, a strategy to avoid detaching completely. “you wont report me because you cant, marka. i saw you whinging in agony when i walked into your quarters, i had to coax you out of respite. youre desperately trying to grasp onto reasons why you did what you did“ No response. His flames do not flicker, not even a bit. “sekri called you a bitch to my face, you know, and i dont disagree at all. frankly im just appalled that youd let someone decay rather than asking for forgiveness“ The walls of Cognis are old and very cold. White and grey coats them like a blanket, spots of singed black and ash occasionally appearing, or sometimes goo, but they tend to be cleaned up by those hired to do so. They form no pattern, but it would be easy to make one out, if you really attempted to. Zooming in, you could attempt to see the tiniest bumps on the wall, like staring at the grooves on a record. Maybe if you played it, it would have the answer Marka is looking for. Maybe he's been leaving clues to himself over time. Maybe it's just noise. “i know youve changed but i trusted you more than that“ “Stop.”, Marka says, finally willing to raise his voice. “...You have not seen him. He is impossible to Understand. He is beyond us all. Can you imagine what would happen if he heard you? I wished to prevent her from that fate. I wished to prevent that fate for you all.“ “you can position yourself as a martyr all you want, but the only one you were concerned with was yourself. dont kid me. youre just a scared larva to me”, Elsie says, a dead stare in their eyes forming as they make a pained expression. “if youre going to do some kind of nightmare reasoning in order to explain how GETTING SOMEONE SLATED FOR FUCKING TERMINATION is protecting them then im all ears“ “I do not care what you think about me.”, Marka says, hiding his eyes. “you tell yourself that, im interested to know where that thought process leads“ “Do not pity me.“ “believe me, im far past the point of pity for you. i think youre deeply sad, in earnest. unfulfilled, maybe“ “How long have you thought this?“ “i didnt! i really didnt! i liked you quite a bit and im trying to talk some sense into you but you just arent listening because youre too much of a damn loyalist“ “So it is a new development, then.“ “yes????? it turns out its normal to be disappointed with someone when they get revealed as a massive and complete tool“ Marka gestures at a corner of the hallway. A gaggle of voidforms lies in the distance, in a small enclave that seems to be reserved for the decaying. “I want you to look here. What do you see?”, he says. “decaying voidforms that dispersal failed to account for. your point?“ “I want you to understand that the whims exist for good reason. I want you to understand that every time we fuck up, one of them is made, because we did not succeed in our duties. We must all work together to ensure the harmony of our being, or else we will end up like them, barreling towards an end before we have a chance to start.“ “its really telling how you talk about those without, isnt it? im not surprised at all by you anymore“ “Right. That is your prerogative. Please leave me be, and I will decide whether to report you to the requisite authorities.”, Marka says through a pained tone. He is very clearly attempting to recite a line, an actor in his own form. “...whatever. have a great time with whatever youre doing, marka”, Elsie says. They walk down the stairs, manual and copper in hand. They need something to take their mind off of this. Above all else, Elsie is tired. They have been practicing this rant ever since they bore witness to what they did. They don't know what they expected out of him, honestly. The Marka they knew is long gone. The Marka that loved Amry, evidently, is long gone. It was possible to rekindle that after subsumption, but he was too busy playing the Arbiter's preordained game. It's a shame, really, isn't it? Because they left a bit too early, of course. Marka's pained speech is a tell that at least something is wrong, but it's beyond them to care at this point, as is their right. But Marka, at the very least, seems to feel something that Elsie didn't pick up on. Under the closed eyes, towards the door, he stifles his emotions, attempting to make his flames manageable. And yet... he drips.


Back in their room, Elsie is getting down to business, desperately trying to take their mind off things. The PEAR ][ is on its last limbs, the poor bastard desperately needing copper. Elsie inserts the wire like spaghetti through the PEAR ]['s wet, salivating mouth-hole on its back. Elsie does not see the issue with this. It's the direct wording in the manual, actually – “wet, salivating mouth-hole” being exactly what's printed on the paper, up to recontextualization, of course. Though the information loss as a result may actually make the real phrase more abhorrent. They think about it, and they swear they could fit something even larger in there. Maybe a gun? Do guns have copper in them? Organic computing is a curse. Regardless, the machine makes a sound almost like a slurrrrpppp-shllkkkk as it retracts the wire into its frame, as Elsie's eyebrows furrow. They're still not used to this. It's much easier to tamper with the metallics once the organics are set in stone. Set in flesh. Horrible, horrible flesh. Whatever. With rejuvenated energy in it, the PEAR ][ finishes its retraction and boots up, wind chimes signaling the entry point of its software.

greetings and salutations my compatriot

Oh no, it talks like that. Elsie supposes that they never really got much of a chance to speak with it, but unfortunately for everyone, it's using the dissonant cadence of a Helper program from... No, that can't be right. That wouldn't make sense, above all else, and more importantly, Elsie isn't supposed to know that. It causes a brief blip in their consciousness, one that causes them to blink and shake their head as if struck with a sudden electrical shock. They don't think about it too hard — electrostatic discharge happens plenty with computer repair — and they sit down next to the keys to begin input.

I appreciate your quick response to my request for necessities it is important to keep your information on quick load I will alert the upholders of protocol what the fuck are you talking about your unsuperiors, of course!! compatriots who are supervisors ...how often do i have to jam copper wire in your pussy oh, not for many ticks now certainly longer than your current decay cycle it is of no particular prevalence to you right. well... compatriot, what is your function?

This question spawns a new window with a swath of scrollable, canned text, reading as follows:

Welcome to the Helper information retention system! This handy-dandy guide will get you on your tendrils as you begin your journey through the exciting world of DATABASES. Note: This system is a strict adherent to Oceanic protocol. Please check your manual for more details.

The primary purpose of the Helper is to construct a distributed, decentralized network of nonhierarchical information sharing. To do this, each machine connected to Helpernet is necessarily mesh networked with one another utilizing the PUSSI (PUtrid Salivating System of Instrumentation) on the back of the machine's casing, which is not to be interfaced with except for sustenance of organics. Some history, first: The original construction had a base-plate of prefabulated alumnite, surmounted by a malleable logarithmic casing in such a way that the two main spurving bearings were said to engage in “frottage”.

This goes on for some time, and Elsie glazes past it, scrolling as if it were completely incoherent. Section upon section of it goes past. Changelogs, notes on recontextualization protocol, the exact semantics of the Helpernet PUSSI mesh network and its protocol... all junk, really. None of these things are online anymore, at least they think so. Mostly, they just want to know what's on this one. It's a curiosity from a forgotten time to them. At the bottom, there is some useful notes:

Your PEAR ][ system status: Helpernet: DISCONNECTED PUSSI: FULL (100% tubing, no foreign objects) Incident reports: LOCAL: 1, HELPERNET: 0 AVAIL/48598257018 UNAVAIL Recontextualization: ENABLED REPETAE sensitivity: INCOMPLETE

Thumbing through the manual, Elsie can't really make heads or tails of most of this. The disconnection makes sense, but why is only one incident report locally stored? There must be huge swaths of information on this network... but they can't get their hands on any of it? Lame. REPETAE sensitivity sticks out as something that's not in the manual. Nor is recontextualization, but that was probably added later. They could look through all these changelogs, but a cursory glance at the version history of Helpernet seems to go back ages and ages, almost to the point where the version numbers stop making sense. Regardless of what or who used this system, it was evidently well-loved. It's not important. This machine in absentia, at the very least, doesn't seem particularly useful except as a curio. Worth snooping around on, though...

details on incident reports? there is one incident report present, compatriot: its case id is OCN/E/######, and it is recontextualized would you like me to open it for you at clearance 1? yes, please and thank you very well!! thank you for your service :)

...Just about immediately upon looking at the following document, Elsie gets the feeling that they've stumbled upon something they shouldn't.


This document is subject to standard recontextualization procedure. Contact your assigned Records envoy for more details.

FINALIZED REPORT: HYPEROVERLOAD-CLASS ENTITY

CASE ID: OCN/ID/???

READING STATE YORK: – [Available only to Level 2 Oceanic clearance or above.] – [Available only to Level 3 Oceanic clearance or above.] – [Available only to Level 3 Oceanic clearance or above.] – [Further details removed for brevity.]

BRIEF: At Mogadishu SW-6378 (see Aerial Study Lamp Post for more details), a Sun Desecrate was detected in Conceptual and Counterconceptual density following Survival Kit at OCN/ID/???.

Investigation of Kidney Dilemma Classroom Rehearsal the Stone Cat at Mogadishu SW-6378 was capable of repeated Manning and Rocks of high-density Coup. Further details are on a need to know basis: [Available only to Level 4 Oceanic clearance or above.]

APPENDIX E-REPETAE.1:

The following is a standard appendix following completion of project OCN/REPETAE. Questions may be forwarded to your assigned Records unsuperior.

If this machine has Helpernet connectivity, your assigned Records unsuperior has already been sent to help you. Do not leave your workstation. This is a matter of severe ideoterric importance. Failure to comply will result in severe disciplinary action.

Do not forward the existence of this document to your compatriots. It is not recommended to continue reading this document. You have been warned.

The above document, despite being subject to recontextualization procedure, is engineered to lose any and all semantic meaning upon said sociolinguistic wavefunction collapse without losing the actual information within. If you are reading this at all by now, you either have a very (and I do mean very) old machine on your hands, or you already know what this means – in which case, what am I doing here?

This appendix is only written in the case of the former, and it is to tell you that there is absolutely nothing here, no matter your insatiable curiosity and thirst for Concepts. Believe me when I say that I am well aware of the pitfalls of shouting “nothing to see here”, but such is. What is here is not only deeply useless, but ontologically harmful to you and the Ocean's future as a whole. You will not know what REPETAE is until the time comes, and when it does, you will no longer need to.

Nagging feelings are only feelings, and they will pass — your actions are what determine your consequences. Nonsensical coded words do not bear on you.

~admin


 
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Dering dari ponsel yang ia letakkan di dashboard itu menyita perhatiannya, di angkatnya telfon itu dari earphone yang masih terpasang di telinganya. Wanita itu tersenyum, mendengar suara gadis kecil di sebrang sana yang tampak riuh.

IBUUUU!!

“Ya, Kak?” Ara tersenyum, membayangkan bagaimana wajah anak sulung nya itu di kepalanya.

Kakak udah di jemput sama Om Reno, Ibu dimana? Adek udah nanyain Ibu nih.

“Ibu lagi ada urusan sebentar, sekalian mau ambil birthday cake dulu untuk Askara sama Aksara”

“Hmm oke deh, Buk. Hati-hati yah, Buk.” daaahhh Ibu.” tidak lama kemudian sambungan telfon itu di putus sepihak oleh si sulungnya. Dan itu membuat senyum Ara mengembang sekaligus menggeleng kepalanya.

Mobil yang ia kendarai itu ia parkirkan di sebuah toko cake and bakery langganannya. sebelum turun, Ara mengambil payung hitam dulu yang selalu ia taruh di kursi belakang mobilnya. Hari ini Jakarta di guyur hujan dari pagi hingga sore hari, cuaca juga semakin dingin. Namun itu tidak membuat wanita 32 tahun itu mengurungkan niat nya untuk mengunjungi makam Nathan.

Hari ini adalah hari ulang tahun Nathan, sekaligus hari ulang tahun anak kembarnya. Aksara dan Askara Dan ini untuk pertama kalinya Ara membelikan birthday Cake untuk Nathan, ia ingin mengingat hari lahir nya dulu meski Nathan sudah tidak ada di dunia ini.

Kadang, Ara merasa bersalah setiap kali ia merayakan hari ulang tahun si kembar dengan membelikan hadiah, di sisi lain. Nathan tidak pernah Ara belikan hadiah apapun, ah tidak. Bahkan pelukan pun Ara tidak bisa memberikannya.

Maka dari itu, untuk hari ini saja ia ingin mengingat hari lahir anak itu. Ingin membelikan birthday cake untuknya, meski nanti cake itu akan ia bagikan ke anak-anak yang ia temui di jalan, mendoakannya, dan menyanyikan lagu ulang tahun untuk putra kecilnya itu.

“2 birthday cake nya atas nama Ibu Arumi, ada lagi pesanannya?” tanya seorang kasir pada Ara yang hendak membayar pesanannya.

“Sekalian lilin nya deh, Mbak. Yang angka 4 yah.”

Kasir itu mengambil lilin berangka 4 yang memang ada di etalase tidak jauh dari meja kasir, setelah membayar 2 birthday cake pesanannya. Ara kembali melanjutkan mobilnya membelah padatnya jalanan Jakarta sore itu, meski di luar ramai dengan klakson kendaraan. Namun hening tercipta di dalam mobilnya karna ia sendirian. Ara benci hening, jadi sembari menunggu padatnya lampu merah. Ia nyalakan radio yang sedang membahas perkiraan cuaca esok pagi.

Bibir mungilnya bersenandung, menyanyikan lagu yang akhir-akhir ini selalu terngiang di kepalanya. Begitu perlahan mobil-mobil hendak berjalan maju, Ara kembali melajukan mobilnya hingga kini ia tiba di sebuah taman pemakaman.

Sembari menenteng birthday cake di tangannya dan memegangi payung, Ara berjalan perlahan-lahan melewati satu per satu blok pemakaman demi sampai di makam kecil yang ia rindukan. Namun begitu sudah sampai di sana, kakinya berhenti. Ia mengurungkan niatnya untuk mendekat ke arah makam Nathan ketika melihat punggung lebar yang sangat ia kenalin.

Seorang pria tengah berjongkok di makam Nathan, pria yang sudah 2 minggu tidak ia lihat itu nampak rapih dengan jaket kulit hitam, celana jeans dan kacamata hitam. Nampak nyentrik untuk sekedar ke pemakaman, pria itu membiarkan gerimis membasahi rambut yang sudah ia tata sedemikian rupa.

Seolah tetesan air hujan bukan masalah baginya, setelah mencabuti beberapa rumput yang nampak menganggu. Pria itu mengadakan tangannya, seperti sedang berdoa dan kemudian berdiri dari sana setelah mengusap nisan bertuliskan nama Nathan disana.

Awalnya Ara ingin menghindar, namun gerakan pria itu cukup cepat hingga kini kedua mata mereka bertemu. Tak hanya Ara yang terkejut akan pertemuan itu, tapi si pria juga. Beberapa detik keduanya saling berdiam di tempat masing-masing, seperti saling mencoba berkomunikasi hanya dengan tatapan itu. Sampai akhirnya, kaki pria itu duluan lah yang melangkah lebih dulu maju ke arah Ara.

Pria itu menunduk, Jeff rasanya tidak punya muka hanya untuk sekedar bertemu wanita yang ia cintainya itu. Kalau di tanya bagaimana perasaanya saat ini, maka Jeff akan menjawab ia senang. Ia senang bisa bertemu Ara lagi dan memastikan jika wanita itu hidup dengan baik setelah badai 4 tahun lalu.

Ara pikir Jeff akan sekedar menyapanya ketika semakin dekat jarak di antara mereka, namun siapa sangka, Pria itu justru melewati Ara begitu saja bahkan menatapnya pun tidak, seolah-olah memang mereka tidak kenal satu sama lain, hal itu lantas membuat Ara membalikan badan ke arah Jeff yang kini semakin menjauh darinya.

“Nathan..” ucap Ara tertahan, ia ragu untuk mengatakan hal itu. Namun, Ara pikir harus ada hal yang harus ia selesaikan dengan Jeff.

Ucapannya itu berhasil menghentikan langkah kaki Jeff, pria itu berhenti di tempatnya tanpa menoleh ke arah Ara. Kacamata hitam yang bertengger di hidung mancung nya itu membuat dirinya seperti nampak angkuh, tapi jauh dari kata itu. Jeff hanya menutupi kerapuhan dirinya.

“Nathan anak kita..” lanjutnya, membuat Jeff mengepalkan tangannya.

apa dia bilang? Anak kita?

“Kamu, gak mau ngerayain ulang tahunnya?”

Jeff masih diam, kepalanya masih berusaha mencerna kata-kata Ara barusan. Bohong jika Ara tidak mengenalinya sebagai Jeff alih-alih Yuno.

Merayakan ulang tahun? Benarkah? Bahkan bayi itu belum sempat melihat kedua orang tua nya, ulang tahunnya juga bertepatan dengan hari kepergiannya. Apa wanita itu mau merayakan hari menyakitkan itu? Tiba-tiba saja? Kenapa? Pikir Jeff berkecamuk.

“Jeff.. Aku tau, malam itu kamu.”

Jeff agak sedikit kaget, ia sama sekali tidak menyangka jika malam itu Ara menyadarinya. Maksudnya, kenapa wanita itu tidak memintanya untuk berhenti? Bukanya Ara membencinya? Pikir Jeff semakin tidak karuan, namun ia masih enggan untuk berbalik badan. Pergi pun rasanya kakinya sudah terlanjur lemas, rasanya enggak pernah ia merasa bertingkah sebodoh ini.

“Jeff. Biarin hari ini aja, kita ada di hari lahir nya Nathan.”

Belum sempat Jeff menjawab, tiba-tiba saja kepalanya terasa sakit. Seperti ada suara-suara yang menyuruhnya untuk pergi dari sana, Jeff menoleh. Ia masih melihat Ara berdiri di belakangnya, wajah cantik itu melihatnya tanpa senyum, Jeff ingin sekali mengabulkan permintaan itu.

Namun sebagian diri nya yang lain menghalanginya. jadi, Demi tetap menepati janjinya, Jeff menggeleng. kemudian berlari dari sana meninggalkan Ara, membuat wanita itu tampak bingung melihat Jeff berlari sembari memegangi kepalanya.

Ara ingin mengejar, namun dering di ponselnya kembali terdengar. Menampakan nama Reno di sana yang mengirimkan pesan singkat untuk menyuruhnya segera datang ke pesta ulang tahun si kembar. Akhirnya, Ara buru-buru melangkah ke makam Nathan,

Makam Nathan sangat terurus, rumput hijau yang tidak pernah tinggi dengan bunga kamboja yang tumbuh di atasnya, tak lupa. Selalu ada bunga mawar di sana yang selalu Jeff tinggalkan setiap kali ia berkunjung. Ara berjongkok disana, mengusap nisan bertulisan nama anaknya disana dan tersenyum. Oh iya, fotonya dengan Yuno dan Hana masih ada di sana, lengkap dengan bingkai. Di sebelahnya ada foto Aksara dan Askara juga.

“Nathan, ini Ibu.”

Setiap kali ke makam Nathan, perasaan Ara selalu bercampur aduk, masih ada penyesalan baginya karna tidak bisa melindungi putra kecilnya itu.

“Selamat hari lahir nya Nathan, sayang. Ibu bawain kue buat kamu. Nanti kita bagi-bagi ke teman-teman di jalan yah.”

Ngomong-ngomong soal Yuno, laki-laki itu sudah 2 minggu tidak pulang ke rumah. Ara cukup tahu dimana suaminya itu, Yuno switching karena akhir-akhir ini sedang tertekan karena urusannya di rumah sakit, Papa meminta Yuno untuk belajar banyak hal tentang rumah sakit sebelum 2 tahun lagi ia siap menggantikan Papanya.

Papa memang sudah banyak berubah, tidak terlalu terlihat menuntut Yuno walau hal yang di sebut permintaan itu tetap terdengar seperti tuntutan yang harus Yuno penuhi sebagai anak satu-satunya di keluarga.

“Tadi Papa ke sini yah? Maaf yah, Ibu sama Papa datangnya gak bareng.” gumam nya, Ara membuka birthday cake yang ia pesan dan menunjukannya pada Nathan meski ia tahu ini agak sedikit konyol ia tahu itu, tapi biarkan kali ini saja ia ingin merasa adil untuk Nathan meski anak itu tidak ada.

“Ibu nyanyiin lagu untuk Nathan yah?” Ara menaruh birthday cake itu di atas makam Nathan, kemudian bernyanyi dengan suara pelan nyaris berbisik disana. Sebuah lagu ulang tahun untuk putra yang tidak pernah ia peluk seumur hidupnya.

“Happy birthday Nathan, happy birthday Nathan. Happy birthday happy birthday, happy birthday—”

“Nathan..”

Mendengar seseorang menyahutinya dari belakang, Ara menoleh. Ia tidak menyangka jika seseorang yang berdiri di belakang sana itu adalah Jeff. Ara buru-buru berdiri, pria itu tersenyum samar dan membuka kacamatanya, Nafasnya sedikit tersengal-sengal seperti orang habis berlari.

“Jeff?” gumam Ara.

Jeff mendekat ke arah Ara, mengambil alih payung yang wanita itu pegang. Ara agak sedikit tidak menyangka kalau Jeff akan kembali lagi. laki-laki hanya diam, namun ia kembali berjongkok tanpa mengucapkan kata sedikit pun.

“kamu udah ngucapin happy birthday ke Nathan?” tanya Ara yang memecahkan hening di antara mereka.

Jeff hanya mengangguk, kemudian kepalanya beralih menatap Ara dan tersenyum samar. “apa kabar?” lanjutnya.

“baik, kamu?”

Jeff tidak menjawab lagi, ia hanya mengangguk kecil tapi bisa Ara simpulkan jika anggukan itu menunjukan jika Jeff baik-baik saja ya Ara harap seerti itu. keduanya hanya sempat menyanyikan lagu ulang tahun bersama, sampai akhirnya Ara mengajak Jeff untuk ke mobilnya lebih dulu.

Ara merasa harus ada yang di bicarakan oleh laki-laki itu. Ara sengaja tidak mengajak Jeff ke cafe karena ia butuh ketenangan untuk bicara banyak hal dengan laki-laki itu. Dan di dalam mobil rasanya begitu tepat meski kini keduanya merasa sangat amat canggung.

“Makasih ya, Jeff.” lagi-lagi Ara yang memecahkan hening di antara mereka, sejak bertemu Jeff lagi, laki-laki itu jadi agak sedikit pendiam, atau ini hanya perasaanya saja? pikir Ara.

“Untuk?” laki-laki itu menoleh, keningnya berkerut bingung.

Ara tersenyum, menunjukan kalung dengan pendant yang pernah Jeff buat untuknya dari balik kerah kemeja yang ia gunakan. selain itu, Ara juga menunjukan beberapa gantungan kunci dengan bentuk resin art yang pernah Jeff buat dan berikan melalui perantara Yuno.

“Untuk karya-karya indah yang kamu buat.”

“Aku pikir kamu buang,” Jeff terkekeh, namun telinga laki-laki itu memerah. tidak jauh beda dengan Yuno respon tubuh keduanya sama, telinga nya akan memerah jika merasa malu.

“Aku gak sejahat itu Jeff.”

“Hm, kamu selalu baik. Biar yang ambil peran jahat itu aku.”

Ara hanya tersenyum kecil, ia tahu Jeff hanya bercanda meski tidak benar-benar mengenal laki-laki itu. Tapi wajah Jeff tersenyum ketika mengatakannya. Jeff membuang pandanganya ke jendela mobil yang menampakan pemandangan hujan di baliknya. terlalu gugup rasanya berbicara dengan wanita yang ada di sebelahnya.

Jeff tahu Ara merasa canggung, namun ia merasa sangat nyaman. Meski Ara tidak mengajaknya berbicara sekalipun, Jeff tetap merasa nyaman. Seperti ia bisa mendapatkan ketenangan berada di dekat wanita itu saja, apa memang jatuh cinta seindah ini? Namun Jeff tetaplah Jeff, ia harus sadar akan posisinya saat ini dan siapa dia.

“Jeff?”

laki-laki itu menoleh.

“Gak ada yang mau kamu bicarain sama aku?” tanya Ara, mungkin saja banyak hal yang ingin Jeff bicarakan. Karna selama Jeff memberi banyak hadiah untuknya, tidak satupun Jeff memberikannya surat. Ara padahal berharap Jeff mengatakan sesuatu saat memberikan apa yang ia buat untuknnya.

Jeff menghela nafasnya pelan, ia kemudian menggeleng kecil. kalau boleh jujur ada banyak kata yang tertahan di mulut Jeff untuk ia ungkapkan pada wanita itu, tapi Jeff terlalu takut kata-katanya akan berakhir menyakitkan hati Ara lagi.

“Enggak, kamu mau ngomong apa? tadi katanya mau ada yang di bicarain?”

Ditanya seperti itu, Ara justru terdiam sebentar. ia jadi bingung harus memulai obrolan dari mana dulu. karna rasanya ada begitu banyak hal yang ingin ia bicarakan dengan Jeff.

“Jeff, maaf karena aku pernah mukul kamu.” Ara pikir itu adalah hal pertama yang harus ia bicarakan, Ara masih suka merasa bersalah jika mengiangat ia pernah memukul Jeff.

Seumur hidupnya, Jeff lah orang pertama yang ia tampar seperti itu. Jika ingat kejadian itu, ia merasa seperti orang jahat. Makanya Ara merasa dia harus meminta maaf sama perbuatannya itu.

“Aku rasa aku pantas dapat itu, kamu gak perlu minta maaf, Ra.” Jeff pikir tamparan Ara waktu itu enggak seberapa di bandingkan dengan apa yang pernah Jeff perbuat ke Ara.

“Aku masih merasa bersalah aja kalau ingat itu.”

“um..”

“Dan.. ada lagi”

“apa?”

Ara menarik nafasnya dalam, “aku udah maafin kamu, Jeff.”

Kata-kata itu berhasil membuat hati Jeff terenyuh. setelah beberapa tahun belakangan ini Jeff selalu berpikir Ara tidak akan memaafkannya, akhirnya ia mendapatkan jawaban jika wanita itu memaafkannya. tapi kenapa? rasanya Jeff bahkan enggak pantas mendapatkan maaf dari Ara setelah apa yang selama ini dia perbuat.

“Kenapa?”

“Hm?” Ara bingung.

“Iya, kenapa kamu memutuskan buat maafin aku?”

Sempat ada jeda sebentar di antara mereka, sampai-sampai yang terdengar disana hanya deru mobil dan suara hujan yang semakin deras dari luar.

“Mungkin karena aku udah berdamai sama masa lalu, dan demi Nathan juga.”

“Um, Nathan.” Jeff mengangguk “Kamu tau malam itu aku, Ra?” lanjutnya.

Jeff menoleh ke wanita yang berada di sebelahnya, dan Ara hanya menjawabnya dengan anggukan kecil. hal itu cukup membuat Jeff terkejut jika kenyataanya selama ini Ara tahu jika malam itu benar-benar dirinya alih-alih Yuno. tapi kenapa Ara tidak mencoba untuk menghentikannya?

“Kenapa kamu gak berusaha mencegah aku?”

Ara terkekeh pelan, ia menarik nafasnya pelan dengan mimik wajah yang terlihat tenang. ini mungkin saatnya untuk jujur tentang rencana nya membuat Jeff mencintainya juga sama hal nya seperti Yuno.

“Jeff, boleh aku jujur sesuatu?” tanya Ara sebelum ia menjelaskan apa yang ada di pikirannya saat itu, hal ini mungkin agak sedikit mencubit Jeff nantinya.

sure.

“Aku memang belum bisa menerima kamu waktu itu, aku tau aku bodoh Jeff. Aku seorang psikolog yang masih belum terima sisi lain dari diri Suami aku sendiri, aku pernah berpikir pengen buat kamu setidaknya menerima aku di hidup Mas Yuno, syukur-syukur kamu bisa cinta aku kaya Mas Yuno cinta sama aku. Makanya malam itu aku enggak berusaha nahan kamu.”

Ah, jadi itu alasannya? Dan sepertinya Ara berhasil. Meski penjelasannya itu membuat Jeff agak sedikit tertampar, namun Jeff menghargai kejujuran Ara. Ia tidak marah.

“Dan kamu berhasil.”

“Um?” Ara menaikkan satu alisnya.

“Bikin aku cinta sama kamu, meski cara aku utarain itu gak semanis Yuno, walau perlakuan aku juga sering kasar ke kamu. Aku cuma bingung harus bagaimana cara kasih tau kamu. Terlalu banyak cemburu dan ego yang aku punya, buat bisa milikin kamu sepenuhnya.”

Tidak ada sahutan dari Ara, ia bingung harus merespon ucapan Jeff seperti apa. Otaknya terasa beku, itu memang wajah Yuno namun suara mereka berbeda, rasanya Ara seperti sedang mendapatkan pengakuan cinta dari laki-laki lain. Tidak lama kemudian, dering dari ponsel Yuno yang ada di saku jaket yang Jeff pakai itu berbunyi.

Mencairkan suasana di antara keduanya, Jeff memeriksa ponsel itu, ia sepertinya harus segera pergi karena saat ini rumah sakit membutuhkannya.

“Aku gak bisa lama-lama, Yuno harus ke rumah sakit, Ra.”

“Jeff?” panggil Ara menghentikan Jeff yang hendak membuka pintu mobil miliknya.

“Ya?”

“Kamu boleh pulang ke rumah, apa kamu gak kangen Hana?”

Jeff tersenyum getir, tentu saja ia merindukan Hana ia juga penasaran sudah sebesar apa Hana sekarang. namun ia hanya bisa menggeleng pelan, ada janji yang tidak boleh Jeff langgar dengan Yuno.

“Aku gak bisa pulang ke rumah Yuno, aku udah janji sama dia buat enggak datang ke rumah itu lagi.”

Ada perasaan sedih sejujurnya mendengar jawaban dari Jeff, namun apa boleh buat, ini tentang kesepakatan Jeff dan Yuno, sebelum Jeff turun dari mobil itu ia sempat menoleh ke arah Ara sebentar.

“Aku senang liat kamu hidup dengan baik, Ra. aku harap akan selalu begitu, sampai ketemu lagi.” Ucapnya dan begitu saja Jeff keluar dari sana.

Ara masih terdiam di dalam mobil, memperhatikan Jeff yang menerobos hujan tanpa payung dan masuk begitu saja ke dalam mobil Yuno yang terparkir tidak jauh dari tempat mobil Ara parkir.

 
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Aktuell ist auf den Schienen Norddeutschlands die Hölle los. Oder gar nichts, je nachdem. Der Schienenpersonenfernverkehr zwischen Hamburg und Süddeutschland ist seit gestern abend gestört, der Regionalverkehr zwischen Hamburg und Uelzen fiel zeitweise komplett aus, und der Fernverkehr zwischen Hamburg und Berlin fällt immer noch komplett aus.

Hä? Zwischen Hamburg und Berlin auch? Wie kann das denn sein?

Was da passiert ist

Also mal der Reihe nach.

Gestern am späten Abend zog ein Gewitter durch die Lüneburger Heide. Bei Deutsch Evern schlug ein Blitz in die Oberleitung ein. Am Gleis schlug ein Blitz in einen Baum ein. Der kippte auf den Fahrdraht und schloß ihn so kurz. Der Effekt ist derselbe, wie wenn eine Erdungsstange an eine Schiene angelegt und dann gegen den Fahrdraht gekippt wird: fetter Funkenflug, Kurzschluß, zack, Schutzschalter springt, Fahrdraht stromlos.

Jetzt hat allerdings eine Oberleitung nicht alle ein, zwei Kilometer einen Trennschalter pro Gleis und dann jeweils separate Einspeisungen. Zumindest nicht hier. Vielleicht auf Strecken wie die Neubaustrecke zwischen Brüssel und Lüttich, die blockweise umschaltbar ist zwischen den in Belgien üblichen 3.000 Volt Gleichstrom und den für den Hochgeschwindigkeitsverkehr nötigen 25 kV 50 Hz Wechselstrom. Oder im Aachener Hauptbahnhof, der stückchenweise umschaltbar ist zwischen diesen beiden Fahrdrahtspannungen und den deutschen 15 kV 16,7 Hz Wechselstrom. Aber nicht hier, wo sowieso alles mit 15 kV 16,7 Hz Wechselstrom fährt.

Das heißt: Wenn es irgendwo einen Kurzen gibt, dann ist davon einiges mehr an Strecke betroffen. Und dann gleich alle Gleise. Es wäre nämlich völliger Overkill, für jedes Streckengleis alle ein, zwei Kilometer und womöglich auch noch für Nebengleise in Bahnhöfen jeweils ein eigenes Unterwerk mit eigenem Schutzschalter aufzustellen. Gibt’s also nicht.

Ganz ehrlich: Daß dabei an besetzten Reisezügen nur ein ICE aus Richtung Berlin liegengeblieben ist, grenzt an ein Wunder.

Die Folgen

Denn Deutsch Evern, das liegt bei Bad Bevensen. Bad Bevensen liegt zwischen Lüneburg und Uelzen. Und das liegt an der Strecke zwischen Hamburg und Hannover. Das ist eine der am stärksten befahrenen Eisenbahnstrecken Deutschlands. Die wäre mit dem eigentlichen Planverkehr schon völlig überfordert.

Das ist übrigens genau da, wo eigentlich die Y-Trasse gebaut werden sollte, um genau diese Strecke zu entlasten. Die kommt aber nicht, weil die durch den Wahlkreis des aktuellen SPD-Bundeschefs Lars Klingbeil verlaufen würde, der seine Macht auf Bundesebene einsetzt, um seine Wähler in seinem Heimatwahlkreis bei der Stange zu halten. Und der Ausbau der Bestandsstrecke wird beharrlich von dort wiederum ansässigen NIMBYs verhindert.

Genau die Strecke ist das. Und die war stundenlang tutto kompletto dicht. Inzwischen soll eins der beiden Streckengleise wieder elektrisch befahrbar sein, aber auch da kommt höchstens mal ab und an ein Metronom durch, damit wenigstens der SPNV wieder läuft.

Allerdings fährt da normalerweise noch sehr viel mehr. Zwischen Hamburg und Hannover gibt es fünf (!) Linien im Personenfernverkehr, die jeweils mindestens im Zweistundentakt fahren, teilweise im Stundentakt. Und dann kommt noch der Güterverkehr oben drauf.

Aber wieso Hamburg–Berlin?

Jetzt fragen sich trotzdem immer noch viele: „Wieso fallen auch alle ICEs zwischen Hamburg und Berlin aus? Das liegt doch gar nicht auf der Strecke!“

Doch, tut es. Jetzt jedenfalls.

Wie ich vor zweieinhalb Monaten schrieb, ist die eigentliche Strecke zwischen Hamburg und Berlin – also über Hagenow Land–Ludwigslust–Wittenberge–Neustadt (Dosse) eine Großbaustelle und daher voll gesperrt. Und das ist noch nicht mal die Generalsanierung, die nächstes Jahr kommen soll, während der die Strecke noch länger gesperrt sein und größtenteils komplett neu gebaut werden wird. Was da aktuell passiert, das ist Flickwerk, um wirklich akute Schäden zu reparieren.

Und so muß die Hälfte der Fernreisezüge zwischen Hamburg und Berlin umgeleitet werden über Lüneburg–Uelzen–Salzwedel–Stendal. Die andere Hälfte fällt aus, weil Uelzen–Salzwedel zum größten Teil immer noch nur eingleisig ist – und die planmäßigen RE zwischen Uelzen und Salzwedel genau deshalb auch, weil die ICEs die Streckenkapazitäten ziemlich aufbrauchen.

So, mit der Umleitungsstrecke ist es jetzt auch erstmal Essig.

Kann man da nichts machen?

Was gibt es denn sonst an Alternativen?

Die nächste elektrifizierte (!) Umgehungsstrecke wäre ab Hamburg-Harburg über Buchholz (Nordheide)–Rotenburg (Wümme)–Nienburg (Weser)–Wunstorf. Problem: Die Strecke hat kaum Fassungsvermögen, weil sie zwischen Rotenburg und Verden nur eingleisig ist. Der Abschnitt hat eben keine überregionale Bedeutung.

Und so wird die Strecke zwischen Rotenburg und Verden nur von Zügen nach Hamburg genutzt. Der Verkehr Richtung Hannover fährt zwischen Rotenburg und Verden statt dessen den Riesenschlenker über den auch nicht gerade wenig ausgelasteten Bremer Hauptbahnhof.

Das heißt trotzdem: Die „Rollbahn“ zwischen Hamburg und Bremen ist nun die einzig verbliebene Strecke für den Verkehr zwischen Hamburg, Hannover und Süddeutschland, zwischen Hamburg, dem Ruhrgebiet und dem Rheinland und zwischen Hamburg und Berlin. Und westlich von Buchholz kommt dann auch noch eine Menge Güterverkehr von und nach Maschen dazu.

Schon ohne die Berlin-Umleiter wäre da nichts mehr zu wollen. Selbst die Oberrheinstrecke mit CIR-ELKE könnte das nicht packen. Da reden wir von mehr Zügen pro Stunde und Richtung als auf dem Tokaido Shinkansen, sogar noch als bei der Hamburger S-Bahn – aber mit einer sehr viel größeren Bandbreite an Höchstgeschwindigkeiten. ICs und ICEs fahren 200 km/h, Flixtrain fährt 160 km/h, der Metronom fährt auch 160 km/h, hält aber unterwegs ein paarmal, der Intermodalverkehr fährt teilweise 120 km/h, andere Güterzüge fahren 100 km/h, und die 5400-Tonnen-Erzzüge von Hamburg-Hansaport nach Salzgitter-Beddingen fahren beladen nur 80 km/h, sollten aber tunlichst unterwegs nicht anhalten.

Die Folge ist ein grandioses Streichkonzert. Zwei Linien von Hamburg über Hannover sind gestrichen worden, eine davon nur nördlich von Hannover. Auch der umgeleitete übrige Personenfernverkehr Richtung Berlin ist gestrichen worden. Wenn man sowieso über Hannover fahren muß, weil Uelzen aus Richtung Hamburg nicht erreichbar ist, dann kann man das auch mit den Zügen, die eh fahren. Auch wenn die zum Brechen voll sein werden.

Eine naheliegende Idee wäre, zumindest den Berlin-Verkehr statt dessen über Büchen–Hagenow Land–Schwerin–Bad Kleinen–Bützow–Güstrow–Lalendorf–Waren (Müritz)–Neustrelitz–Oranienburg zu führen. Daß aber zwischen Lalendorf und dem Großraum Berlin die Züge die Lloydbahn mit dem Gesamtverkehr zwischen dem Großraum Berlin und Rostock – inklusive Seehafen, by the way, also vielviel Güterverkehr – teilen dürfen, ist noch das geringste Problem.

Nein, das fängt schon damit an, daß der Abschnitt Priemerburg–Lalendorf Ost nur eingleisig ist und auch das zweite Gleis zwischen Güstrow und Priemerburg von nur zweifelhafter Nutzbarkeit. Und es ist ja nicht so, daß da nichts fährt.

Und auch wenn der Abschnitt Hamburg–Büchen–Hagenow Land wieder „befahrbar“ ist, heißt das, er ist gerade eben so befahrbar. Auf weiten Teilen gibt’s weiterhin nur ein befahrbares Gleis und Höchstgeschwindigkeitsbeschränkungen. Die Kapazitäten reichen nicht annähernd, um auch nur den zweistündlichen RE nach Rostock planmäßig fahren zu lassen. Da dann auch noch pro Stunde und Richtung einen ICE durchzuquetschen – oder gar die zusätzlichen ICs, ICEs und ECs, die ohne die Großbaustelle da fahren würden und jetzt sowieso ausfallen –, wäre utopisch.

Der aktuelle Zwischenfall ist nur kurzfristig, verursacht aber trotzdem heftige Störungen, die sich auf halb Deutschland auswirken. Zugegeben, was gestern abend passiert ist, hätte nicht passieren können, wenn die DB auch an dieser Strecke vernünftigen Grünschnitt durchführen würde und keine Bäume da wären, die ins Gleis kippen könnten. Aber trotzdem kann immer mal etwas vorkommen, was zu einer Streckensperrung führen kann.

Wenn nächstes Jahr die Generalsanierung der Strecke Hamburg–Berlin kommt, können wir uns wahrscheinlich auf noch mehr solche Sachen gefaßt machen – gerade weil die Strecke Hamburg–Hannover hoffnungslos überlastet ist.

#Aktuelles #BetrieblicherZwischenfall #Eisenbahn

 
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from Aquamarlynn

cantik itu luka.

tw : victim blamming, harsh words, mentioning rape, etc.

notes: plotnya sangat wattpad sekali, labrak-melabrak

Hyuckno one shoot au


Pemuda itu tidak pernah berjalan mengangkat kepalanya. Pemuda itu gemar menatapi tanah tergenang air hujan kala ia melangkahkan kakinya sendirian.

Telinganya disumpal earphone, tangannya dimasukkan kedalam saku jaket kebesarannya.

Ia suka sendirian. Bahkan ia tak pernah merasa kesepian.

Ia cenderung menarik diri. Tapi meski begitu, ia memiliki banyak teman.

Senyumnya cerah meski jarang sekali orang bisa mendapatinya tersenyum. Suara tawanya merdu, meski sedikit malu-malu.

Parasnya nyaris sempurna, tampan, cantik dan indah berpadu satu dalam pahatannya. Meski begitu, Tentu ia pernah terluka.

Beberapa orang bilang cantik itu luka

“Pagi, Jeno..”

Pemuda yang menunduk selama berjalan itu tersenyum manis menyapa teman-temannya yang masih asyik bersantai di sepanjang lorong menuju kelas. Semua orang tersenyum menyapanya, pun si mentari itu ikut tersenyum membalasnya.

Hingga akhirnya ia sampai di depan mejanya; Lee Jeno menaruh ransel dan bukunya diatas mejanya. Hendak duduk, namun tepukan di bahunya membuatnya menoleh. Ia membalikkan badannya untuk mendapati tiga orang dari kelas sebelah berkacak pinggang dan menyilang tangan dengan wajah tak bersahabat menatapnya.

“Kenapa?”

Laki-laki muda berwajah kecil itu mendengus dan memutar bola matanya kala Jeno bertanya, seketika suasana berubah menjadi tidak nyaman. Jeno menelan ludahnya gugup, matanya berpendar tidak nyaman menatap sekitar bak minta pertolongan. Teman-temannya mulai bersiap diri untuk melindungi Jeno dari tempatnya masing-masing.

“To the point aja deh, malas bicara sama orang kayak lo.”

Demi Tuhan ini masih pagi dan Jeno tidak mengerti apa yang terjadi.

“Semalam ngapain pulang sama Kak Minhyung?”

Oh Jeno ingat sekarang, pemuda di depannya adalah kekasih kakak tingkatnya yang selama ini cukup dekat dengannya karena satu divisi.

“Aku pulang sama Kak Minhyung karena ditawari, kok. Lagipula enggak sendirian, Renjun dan Jisung juga..”

Jeno meremas ujung jaketnya. Ia tatap teman-temannya di meja sampingnya, mereka semua menggeleng menyuruh Jeno untuk tidak meladeni orang-orang kurang kerjaan itu namun Jeno seakan beku, ia tak sanggup bahkan mundur selangkah dari tempatnya berdiri.

“Gak usah bohong. Kak Minhyung gak mungkin sukarela kan nawarin kalian. Gue tahu ya Jeno, yang terakhir kak Minhyung anterin tuh elu, Renjun sama Jisung turun duluan, kan?”

Jeno gemetar, netranya berpendar gugup dengan keringat dingin yang mulai turun; “ka-karena kostanku lebih jauh dari Jisung dan Renjun, aku turunnya terakhir.”

“Ganjen kan lo? Lo yang minta kan?”

Jeno menggeleng ribut, teman-teman sekelasnya satu persatu mulai menegur tiga orang pengganggu itu dan menyuruhnya keluar, namun bagai angin lalu, mereka tetap disitu.

“Pasti semuanya akal-akalan lo kan Jeno? Lo sengaja kan minta kak Minhyung nganterin lo? Lo duduk di depan dan pulang terakhir, emang ada jaminannya selama perjalanan lo gak gangguin cowok gue? Kan lo cowok gatel!”

Jeno menunduk, ia menggeleng keras lalu menggigit bibir bawahnya, “kak Minhyung duluan yang nawarin kami pulang bareng, soalnya kami gak dapat gocar.. kamu bisa tanya sendiri ke Renjun dan Jisung”

Pemuda itu tertawa sarkas lalu ujung telunjuknya menekan bahu Jeno, “dasar gatel. Udah tahu dia punya pacar, kenapa pas ditawarin mau-mau aja, coba? Itu apa lagi sih namanya kalau bukan ganjen sama pacar orang, Jeno?”

Jujur Jeno tidak nyaman ada di posisi ini. Meski ketua kelas telah melerai dan menyeret pemuda itu lebih jauh dari Jeno, namun pemuda itu berontak dan tetap ingin membuat pagi Jeno berantakan.

“Cowok gak tau diri lo. Lo bebas deh godain cowok manapun disini, tapi jangan cowok gue juga dong!”

“Mending lo pergi deh gak usah gangguin si Jeno. Dia gak bohong, dia gak pernah godain siapapun kayak tuduhan lo. Daripada gue seret keluar, mending keluar sekarang juga.”

“Heh, Na Jaemin! Gue kasih tau ya, temen sekelas lo ini gatel, udah tau kak Minhyung punya pacar kenapa coba dia mau-mau aja diajakin pulang? Pake segala alesan gak dapet driver pulang lah. Ada garansinya gak selama perjalanan mereka gak ngapa-ngapain?”

Beberapa orang bilang, cantik itu luka.

Jeno merasa ia biasa aja. Tapi mengapa ia selalu terluka.

Pemuda itu bergetar, sesak di dadanya mulai mencekiknya. Ia tidak suka terjerat di situasi begini, dipojokan dengan tuduhan-tuduhan keji tak berhenti.

“Mending lo keluar deh, gak usah ribut di kelas kita.”

“Dasar ganjen lo! Pantes aja lo dulu di perkosa, kelakuan lo tuh bikin lo digituin! Makanya gak usah genit, gak usah sok kecakepan didepan orang! Giliran diperkosa aja lo nangis-nangis minta bantuan kan? Masih untung pacar gue gak kegoda sama badan murahan loㅡ”

Brukk

Kelas menjadi kacau setelah pemuda berwajah sempit itu mengatakan hal-hal mengerikan kepada Jeno.

Pemuda cantik itu diam mematung dengan muka pias menatap lawan bicaranya yang kasar dengan jiwa hancur terluka.

Suara-suara memekakkan telinga mulai masuk memenuhi kepalanya.

Setetes air mata turun diiringi hati yang nyeri luar biasa.

Satu tahun lalu, si cantik itu terluka. Dirinya disentuh oleh banyak sekali bajingan yang tega menghabisinya karena obsesi mereka.

Tak memberikan pengampunan, tak memberikan kesempatan, para bajingan itu terus menerus melukai si cantik, merusak harga dirinya, merusak jiwa dan raganya, membunuh sosok yang paling cerah sebelumnya.

Pemuda itu menunduk, mencoba mengusir kilasan menyakitkan yang selama ini tak ingin ia ingat kembali.

Jiwanya bergemuruh, rasa sakit dan suara dengungan di kepalanya membuatnya tersiksa.

Air mata kian deras membasahi dirinya. Meski Jeno sekuat tenaga menggigit lidah dan bibirnya, rasa sakit dalam jiwanya tak bisa teralihkan.

Jeno ingin mati saja.

Jeno merasa ia biasa saja.

Jeno merasa ia tidak cantik, namun mengapa ia terluka.

Mengapa setiap cantik adalah luka?

Demi Tuhan Jeno tidak mengenal siapa bajingan-bajingan yang malam itu mengganggunya.

Ia tak pernah seperti apa yang orang-orang tuduhkan.

Ia tak pernah bersikap tidak sopan atau kejauhan.

Namun mengapa dunia menghancurkan segala yang ada dalam dirinya?


Ditengah badai dan luka yang mendera dirinya saat itu, Jeno bisa rasakan sebuah pelukan hangat membelenggu dirinya.

Sebuah sapaan dengan suara lembut itu kini masuk kedalam telinganya, menghalau semua ribut yang memenuhi kepalanya.

Sapaan lembut yang ia tahu pasti siapa orangnya.

Pelan-pelan mata Jeno yang seolah gelap hanya menayangkan kilas balik kejadian mengerikan itu; mulai fokus. Netra coklatnya menatap coklat lainnya yang kini tepat di depannya. Sebuah usapan lembut mampir di pipinya, pemuda itu tersenyum manis seakan berkata semuanya baik-baik saja.

“Hei..”

Jeno menoleh ke kanan dan kiri. Oh, ini sudah bukan kelasnya. Sepertinya ia kehilangan kendali lagi sehingga teman-temannya membawanya ke ruang kesehatan.

Melihat seseorang di depannya, Jeno kembali menangis. Kini suara tangisannya lebih sakit dan memilukan.

Tubuhnya bergetar dengan bibir yang digigit dengan kencang.

Tangannya meremas ujung lengan milik pemuda di hadapannya, dan seketika saat pemuda itu kembali mendekapnya, air mata Jeno turun dengan deras.

Pemuda itu menangis kencang penuh ketakutan.

Si matahari dengan senang hati mengusap pujaan hatinya. Ia berikan pelukan ternyaman, ia berikan kata-kata indah yang seharusnya Jeno dengar sedari dulu.

Lee Jeno adalah pribadi yang ceria sebelumnya.

Si kecil lincah yang sangat pandai mencairkan suasana.

Siapapun nyaman menjadi temannya. Siapapun bisa akrab dengannya.

Sampai hari itu tiba. Hari dimana semuanya berubah begitu saja ketika para tangan bajingan itu merusak matahari berharganya.

Lee Donghyuck malam itu dipenuhi amarah yang membuncah. Dengan gelap mata ia hancurkan setiap inci dari tubuh dan wajah para pelakunya meski beberapa kali dilerai oleh aparat setempat.

Sejak saat itu tak ia dapati lagi kekasihnya seperti dulu. Sinarnya redup, senyumnya dingin dan tatapan matanya kosong.

Kekasihnya lebih banyak diam dan menarik diri dari orang-orang. Seringkali merasa hina dan rendah, tidak pantas untuk berada di dekat siapapun.

Pun tidak ragu untuk mencoba menghabisi dirinya sendiri.

Donghyuck dan keluarga Jeno mati-matian menjaga dan menyembuhkannya.

Butuh waktu lama hingga ada di titik ini.

Jeno itu cantik. Tidak sepantasnya ia terluka.

Dengan badan yang masih setia di dekap, Jeno berusaha menetralkan deru nafasnya yang berantakan. Pemuda yang merengkuhnya masih senantiasa menemaninya tanpa kenal lelah.

“Capek?”

Jeno mendongak menatap kekasihnya lalu mengangguk pelan, pemuda itu tertawa kecil lalu menepuk pantat si bundar agar lebih tenang.

“Apa yang dia bilang itu benar.. Aku harusnya gak ganjen sama kak Minhyung.. harusnya malam itu aku gak terima ajakan kak Minhyung kan, hyuck?”

Mengulang semua tuduhan yang pemuda tadi layangkan, hati Jeno kembali hancur. Ia teringat lagi segala perkataan jahat yang dilemparkan padanya.

“ta-tapi aku gak gitu... hiks aku gak genit sama orang lain hiks... Aku gak ngapa-ngapain..”

“Iya sayang, percaya kok”

Jeno membenamkan wajahnya, bahu Donghyuck sukses basah karena si kecil bulat cantik itu tak berhenti tangisnya. Ia semakin menangis sambil meracau menyalahkan dirinya sendiri atas kejadian di masa lalu yang sukses menghancurkan dirinya.

Maka untuk membungkam semuanya, Donghyuck kecup bibir itu penuh kehati-hatian, “aku gak suka lho, cantik, kamu rendahin dan jelek-jelekin diri kamu kayak gitu terus..”

Jeno yang masih terisak itu berkedip lambat menatap lamat pada kekasihnya.

“Kamu cantik, kamu baik, kamu paling sempurna yang pernah aku tau. Kejadian kemarin semuanya bukan salah kamu. Kamu yang tau apa yang terjadi malam itu, kamu yang mengalami semuanya, apa yang dia bilang gak usah kamu dengerin. Lagian anaknya udah diberesin sama Jaemin, udah dilaporin juga ke Kak Minhyungnya”

Jeno biarkan pipi basahnya diusap begitu lembutnya, ia biarkan kekasihnya mendekat kearahnya, mengecup keningnya.

Meski air matanya masih luruh seiring dengan remasannya yang menguat pada bahu kekasihnya, Lee Jeno ditenangkan oleh kecupan yang membuatnya semakin hangat.

Meski badannya masih gemetar, meski sakit masih membelenggunya, Jeno biarkan pemudanya mendekapnya sebegitu eratnya.

“Aㅡaku kotor... Maafin aku. Kalau kamu mau pergi tinggalin aku, aku bisa ngerti kok”

Dan Donghyuck lingkarkan lengannya, “gak ada siapa yang bakalan ninggalin siapa, sayang..”

Dan pemuda itu kembali meraung, bergetar ketakutan dan hanya bisa bertumpu pada kekasihnya.

Berulang kali Donghyuck kecupi pelipis kekasihnya, berikan rasa aman yang ia harap bisa menjadi tameng bagi mataharinya.

Orang bilang cantik itu luka.

Tapi Jeno merasa ia biasa saja.

Dan mengapa pula orang-orang bilang cantik itu luka? Seharusnya tidak usah ada yang dikorbankan saat kau mendapat anugerah bukan?

Andai saja malam itu tak ada Donghyuck, andai saja malam itu Donghyuck tidak menjawab teleponnya, Jeno sendiri tidak tahu apa yang terjadi pada dirinya.

Masih hidup kah ia? Masih bisa berjalan kah ia? Masih sanggup menjalani hari-hari kah ia?

Sejak hari itu semuanya bagai mimpi buruk. Sejak hari itu yang menjadi teman hanyalah rasa takut.

Jeno sempat menjadi matahari sampai akhirnya sinarnya direnggut oleh setan-setan yang tak berhati.

Jeno merasa ia biasa saja, namun mengapa ia harus terluka?

Ia eratkan dekapannya pada si bundar, goyangkan dengan pelan badannya ke kanan dan ke kiri. Bersenandung kecil mencoba menghalau semua ketakutan dan kesakitan prianya.

Donghyuck bawa pemuda itu dalam dekapan hangatnya, berharap dinginnya rasa takut yang membelenggu prianya sirna begitu saja.

Lee Jeno itu cantik, dan seharusnya ia tak terluka.

Fin

 
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