Rubah Beternak

 They said, when you are attracted to someone, there will be this electric shock, electric spark , that will appear when you and them were in close proximity. I think it was nonsense. After all, electricity, static or otherwise, has rules. It doesn't just happen for no reason. But then, there it comes that Physics class. The immensely boring class  that was basically just the teacher yapping, yapping, and yapping  about every little things in the world. Like, why are we overthinking this anyway? I looked at the whiteboard boringly. The professor had written an equation on it : I rolled my eyes. The Coulomb's Law. Aren't we all familiar with it already? The equation that we use to calculate the force of attraction or repulsion between two electrically charged particles . Counting in the factors that affect the magnitude of the force. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. We have learnt this since middle school. I have graduated that place since three years ago. It's not like I eve...

“Goblok lu” adalah ‘panggilan sayang’ Beeroo untuk sahabat sembilan tahunnya. ‘Sahabat sembilan tahun’ di sini maksudnya mereka umur persahabatan mereka sembilan tahun. Bukan si sahabatnya itu yang umurnya sembilan tahun. Yah, pokoknya begitu. Eric, bestie Beeroo sejak mereka masih di kelas 2 SMA, adalah target dari panggilan sayang tersebut. Si goblok ini beberapa waktu lalu baru saja bilang ke Beeroo bahwa cewek barista di cafe dekat tempat tinggal mereka adalah ‘Yero-nya Eric’. Yero sendiri adalah nama pacar Beeroo. Umur hubungan mereka baru beberapa bulan. Tapi kita sekarang bukan lagi ngomongin tentang Beeroo dan Yero. Tapi tentang Eric dan ‘Yero-nya Eric’. Jadi, kenapa Eric gak bilang cewek itu ‘gebetan’ dia aja? “Dulu tuh gue sama dia tetanggaan” kata Eric sambil fidgeting gitu. Idih. Kayak anak SMA aja lukh. pikir Beeroo. “...Lu sama Yero juga dulu tetanggaan, kan?” Mata Beeroo berkedut, “Yaa… iya sih…” “Nah, iya makanya” kata Eric, menjentikkan jari, “Makanya gue bilang di...

 “I think I know that person,” Eric said, crossing his arms. “Who?” Beeroo glanced up from his cup of coffee. Following Eric’s gaze. “That barista. The girl that’s on the same shift as your girlfriend” Beeroo frowned, staring at the girl with a ponytail behind the counter that was talking to his girlfriend, “Jessica?” he said, “Yero had talked about her several times before. She said she is a smart cookie. Still in college. Maybe she was one of your underclassmen?” Eric frowned, shaking his head. “No… she was not” “What?” “No, she was not my underclassmen,” he repeated. “How do you know, man? You barely remember your herd.” Beeroo teased, “Maybe you met her in one of your clubs? You keep going in and out different clubs when you were in college” “No…?” Eric’s frown deepened. “I don’t think so? I think she’s…” His voice trailed off. …Huh…? He looked up at Beeroo slowly, his eyes widened as he spoke in a low voice, “I think… I think she is my Yero” “ ...What? ”

 “I want to kiss you” She blinked and laughed, “What?” It was a nice day in the cafe. The jazz music hummed in the background when this weird guy suddenly waltzed inside and blurted such an absurd claim. First of all, what the fuck? She frowned, looking at him up and down. It’s not like she doesn’t know this guy. She had known Eric almost her whole life. The first born son of the madam that lived next door when she was four. They grew up in the same neighborhood, going to the same kindergarten and primary school. Less to say, they were no stranger. But what the frick frack made him come and decide that it’s a good time to say such nonsense? Eric didn’t blink. The smile stayed on his face as he repeated, “I want to kiss you, Jess” She grimaced. What the hell? “We are not that close, Eric” she said, “Don’t just blurt out things like that out of nowhere” She glanced behind Eric. Trying to find some sort of camera, or people who seemed to be Eric’s friends. Maybe it was a stupid prank...

 Hello, I am writing this because I am trying to write about a toxic relationship. It was about… someone who… well, I actually have no idea how to explain it. But basically, A and B are dating, B was nice to A, then they slowly become toxic. In a way that B kept dismissing A’s feelings. And they gradually become distant. But they did not break up. I need to say that towards the end of the relationship B is still trying to be nice to A by love bombing(?) them, like, doing things that make A remember how much they enjoyed spending time with B. My problem with this is… I always cut off… toxic people? Sometimes I wonder if that makes me toxic too? Because I am so easy to detach emotionally. I don’t know. So I just… can’t… understand why A could not cut B’s off even though I have made it clear that B sometimes still acts sweet. So I… am going to write about you again. Someone who I perceived as toxic. Maybe I am the toxic one in this relationship. I know I have hurt you. I do think it’s...