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Rindu Rumah

 Sebentar lagi PSBB, dan ini membikin saya makin sedih beberapa hari ini. Terbayang-bayang suasana hangat di rumah, meski kadang saya merasa tidak betah jika mesti berlama-lama di rumah. Saya juga rindu Ayah. Kalau weekend, pagi-pagi sekali setelah jalan santai, biasanya saya langsung ke ruang baca (well tidak ada yang spesial di ruang baca ini, hanya buku, lemari, meja dan kursi baca, radio, DVD player dan speaker, beserta satu matras berukuran single, maklum saya biasanya akan menghabiskan waktu dari siang sampai malam di sana). 

Hal pertama yang saya lakukan adalah menyetel radio dan mendengarkan oldies mancanegara, alih-alih duduk santai dan membaca buku. Lalu dilanjutkan dengan sarapan, ngobrol ringan bersama keluarga saya, beres-beres, dan menyetel koleksi Josh Groban di DVD player. 

Pada lagu berjudul My Confession dan Per Te, Ayah biasanya akan duduk di samping saya sambil membuka contekan lirik lagu, dan mengajak saya bernyanyi bersama. Kami bukan penyanyi yang baik, tapi kami akan mencoba bernyanyi dengan baik jika kedua lagu itu diputar. Kebiasaan itu berlangsung sejak saya kelas 6 SD hingga kelas 3 SMP.

Ketika Ayah berada di luar kota, atau saya belum pulang ke rumah, biasanya Ayah akan bilang, "Duh dulu kalau dengerin Josh Groban, Ayah paling suka dengerin My Confession sama Per Te. Kalau kangen, Ayah inget Muti. Kadang dengerin di YouTube, terus pingin nangis." Mendengar curhatan seperti ini, hati siapa yang tidak meleleh. Semoga nanti bisa segera pulang ke rumah meski tidak lama.

Oh ya, kita sama-sama mengupayakan hal paling sederhana untuk menjaga kesehatan selama masa pandemi, misalnya mencuci tangan dengan sabun selama dua puluh detik, segera mandi dan mencuci pakaian sehabis bepergian, kenakan masker dan atau face shield jika hendak keluar rumah, minum air mineral, makan buah dan sayur, aktif berolahraga, dan tidur yang cukup. Jika kesehatan fisik penting, maka kesehatan mental juga penting. Keduanya harus saling mendukung dan dijaga. 

Tabik dari saya.

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