Bapakku anggrek bulan, putih dari hutan. Ibuku mawar merah di taman, dekat pagar pekarangan. Bertemu suatu pagi di pelabuhan. Melahirkanku. Bayi merah muda kemboja. Bunga kuburan.
Bapakku bening air kelapa muda. Ibuku sirup merah kental manis buatan sendiri. Aku Bloody Mary. Jumat malam alkoholik, happy hours, Jumat pagi robotik.
Damn.... It has been 3 weeks that I read this novel, and I'm not quite finished it. Not even close. And more curse for it cause it has beautiful paragraph and I could not lacking interest to keep read it.
This novel is Sapardi's kind, when words and language's faith is being questioned as far as the contain of the story it self.