SEMACAM DUNIA GEMERLAP

Duduk di kolong Booth turntable dj sambil bengong ternyata rasanya gak asik lagi. Banyak kabel, dan suara musik mixingan Bohay yang kenceng banget ngalahin bunyi baling-baling pesawat.

”This is so sool.”
”Whaaa?”
”The musics you play just now, so cool”
“I can’t hear You!”
“THESE BEATS ARE SO DAMN COOL BOHAY!”
“Ogey, thanks”

Padahal gua merasa nggak cool karena males ikutan jojing jojing jojing, dan agak mati gaya karena gak ngerokok dan dah stop minum sejak patah hati yang ke ahemm lets say seratus tiga belas kalinya. Berawal dari ajakan mematikan dari DJ Bohay Jaya Makmur yang sekarang malang melintang di Pulau Dewata lewat sms di sabtu yang basah.

Hi Perek, can i see you? I’ll be in Jakarta this afternoon,
mo nge dj di Naga Terbang. Be there or be spanked
Sender:
Bohay
0878xxx

Dan gua bingung mo jawab apa. Apparently i was not in some sane conditions to hang out with a friend but i actually had nothing to do that night so i said yes, anyhow it’s been almost eight months since our last hooked up. So there I was, duduk aneh sambil nyender terngantuk-ngantuk di kolong meja DJ ngeliatin Bohay yang sibuk mixing. (padahal aktivitas nongkrong di kolong meja dj dulu begitu menyenangkan, sambil nunggu di rekamin mixingan yang cihuy-cihuy---kenapa sekarang enggak ya?)

gua mo ngobrol
gua mo minum coca cola bareng
gua mo maen Uno bareng
gua mo Bohay tetep tinggal di Jakarta

“Perek…are you olra’?
“I’m cool, can I go home now?
“Whaaa?”
“Can I go home now? I have to work tomorrow!”

And he didn’t hear me, so i went back home.

It’s so funny when i realize that my friends come and go but stay the same and i am standing still but change a lot.
Funny…not fun at all.