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The morning was already sending its warmth when the ringing of the phone turned to unbearable anguish. A word has arrived in a locked chest. You are going in unexpected ways. There is no hint, or the people around you are too busy with their respective worlds.

It turns out that this is how it feels, and it is not for me the first time when two beautiful angels stop for nine months in his wife's stomach, then they go away as a child I haven't had the chance to have. It felt like hanging in a bubble of wind, moving from point to point, controlled by God.

And we can never control the wind or control the sails. It is they who control us in various forms, then we try to adapt them. Sometimes it works, but more often it fails. However, never stop trying.

Sadness and happiness come and go, and we try to take the wisdom behind them. Sometimes it works, but more often it fails, but we keep trying.

This departure was like a dream, but the pain was real. I thought about the evil people in this world, whose lives were to cultivate power and accumulate wealth by tormenting others. So many, why don't they just go that way?

But God works in ways that are inconsistent with human logic. God calls the best people in a tragic way, but that tragic word comes from the heads of humans who don't understand the wisdom behind it.

_Lorong Asa, September 14, 2020_
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# Pergi
Pagi sudah mengirimkan hangatnya ketika dering telepon berubah menjadi derita tak terperi. Sebuah kabar telah tiba dalam peti terkunci. Engkau pergi melalui jalan yang tidak pernah disangka.  Tidak ada secuil tanda, atau orang-orang di sekitarmu terlalu sibuk dengan dunianya masing-masing.

Ternyata beginilah rasanya, dan bagiku bukan yang pertama ketika dua bidadari cantik singgah Sembilan bulan dalam perut istrinya, lalu mereka pergi sebagai anak yang belum sempat kumiliki. Rasa seperti bergantung dalam gelembung angin, bergerak dari titik ke titik lain, dikendalikan Tuhan. 
Dan kita tidak pernah bisa mengatur angin atau mengendalikan layarnya. 

Merekalah yang mengendalikan kita dalam berbagai bentuk, lalu kita berusaha menyesuaikannya. Kadang berhasil, tetapi lebih sering gagal. Namun, jangan pernah berhenti mencoba. Kesedihan dan kebahagiaan datang silih berganti, dan kita berusaha mengambil hikmah di baliknya. Kadang berhasil, tapi lebih sering gagal, tetapi kita terus berusaha.

Kepergian ini seperti mimpi, tetapi pedihnya nyata. Aku berpikir tentang orang-orang jahat di dunia ini, yang hidupnya memupuk kekuasaan dan mengumpulkan harta dengan menzalimi orang lain. Begitu banyak, kenapa bukan mereka saja yang pergi dengan cara demikian? 

Namun Tuhan bekerja dengan cara yang tidak sejalan dengan logika manusia. Tuhan memanggil orang terbaik dengan cara tragis, tapi itu kata tragis muncul dari kepala manusia yang belum memahami hikmah di baliknya.[]

_Lorong Asa, 14 September 2020_
 
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