By the River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept

Hi Sweetie,
Lagi ngapain my angel ?? ayah lagi di manila nih, liv…udah tiga hari di sini…ada Regional Brand Team meeting SCC…tapi besok juga udah pulang ke Jakarta sih, terus jumatnya kita semua mau ke anyer…ayah inget libby seneng banget main ke anyer.. padahal nggak ada apa-apa di sana… mungkin bagi kamu yang penting ada pantai udah cukup kali ya liv ?? Cuma memang kamu lebih suka Bali sih… walaupun the thrilled pergi ke bali adalah karena bisa naik pesawat kan liv ??

Ayah baru pulang dari Mall nih, liv … nggak beli apa-apa sih… tokh barang-barang di Jakarta juga udah komplit, bahkan mungkin lebih komplit dari manila.. Cuma kamu inget nggak minggu lalu ayah cerita sama kamu bahwa ayah beli buku banyak di Borders Singapore… ternyata setelah ayah bandingkan, harganya jauuuuuh lebih murah di sini, liv…. Ayah beliin Mommy buku Harry Potter The Deathly Hollow, yang di Jakarta harganya 325 ribu, terus di Borders 290rb, eh ternyata di Powerbooks sini cuma 250 ribu.. wah ayah langsung saja borong banyak banget buku… ayah beli buku-buku Blues Clues dan Disneys untuk Aliyya, terus ayah beli buku Roald Dahl lagi untuk Adelle… sambil ayah sendiri beli beberapa buku business dan beli semua buku Paulo Coelho karena muuurrraaah banget deh di sini… (masa buku Paulo Coelho Cuma 50 ribuan).. akibatnya… koper ayah nggak bisa ditutup dan berat banget… belum lagi ayah beli dried mango kesenangan si mommy buanyak banget….susah deh nutup koper nya…ayah juga beli banyak banget DVD original Hi5 kesenengan Aliyya.. di Jakarta nggak ada soalnya…

Oh iya… ayah lagi baca salah satu buku Paulo Coelho yang ayah beli tadi judulnya By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept…ini cuplikan nya nih liv…

By THE RIVER Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river- leaves, insect, the feathers of birds- is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.
By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. The winter air chills the tears on my cheeks, and my tears fall into the cold waters that course past me. Somewhere, the river joins another, then another, until- far from my heart and sight- all of them merge with the sea.
May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him. May my tears run just as far, that might forget the River Piedra, the monastery, the church in the Pyrenees, the mists and the pasts we walked together.
I shall forget the roads, the mountains, and the fields of my dreams- the dreams that will never come true.
I remember my “magic moment”- that instant when a “yes” or a “no” can change one’s life forever. It seems so long ago now. It is hard to believe that it was only last week that I had found my love once again, and then lost him.
I am writing this story on the bank of the River Piedra. My hands are freezing, my legs are numb, and every minute I want to stop.
“Seek to live. Remembrance is for the old,” he said.
Perhaps love make us old before time- or young, of youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moments? That is why I write- to try to turn my sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance. So that when I finish telling myself the story, I can toss it to the Piedra. That’s what the woman who has given me shelter told me to do . Only then- in the words of one of the saints- will the water extinguish what the flames have written.

All love stories are the same.

Excerpt from the Book “ By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept” by Paulo Coelho

Bagus banget ya liv… cocok banget sama cerita ayah sekarang ini… my love story with you…nanti kalau ayah udah selesai bacanya ayah cerita sama libby…

Udah dulu ya libby ku sayang… udah jam 23.00 di sini..ayah mau beres-beres dulu, karena besok ayah harus bangun jam 4.30 pagi waktu manila (yang artinya jam 3.30 waktu Jakarta). Mudah-mudahan besok nggak hujan karena tadi pagi di sini hujan nya kenceeeeng banget sama angin sampe banjir di mana-mana…

Big hugs and lots of kisses…you’re still in my dreams, dreams that will never come true..

ayah dicky..