That I lived my normal life now, it's hard to believe, I didn't get used to it: There are people who have been deceived many times at street, at wicket, and many places. There are people who don't have trust at a paper, within a tape.
I'm asking why to the air. Because no one able to answer it.
I'm wondering where to fix it, prevent it. But the air leaves me, says "pathetic dreamer!"
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I remember a peaceful city called Ames. Where we trust each other, where no one deceive one another. And I miss it. I miss it so much.
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I remember 17 teenagers, who were going to be adult in no time, they have so much fun. They afraid of one dollar. I think they are lovable group.
I remember a woman who always picked everything herself, compliment everyone, and said "don't be shy!". I think she's one strong woman.
I remember a woman who always walked with her daughter and her son, she brought a plateful of carrot cupcakes. I think she's one wonderful mother.
I remember a man who always wore a bowler hat and a small bag, he laughed out loud many times and he knew everything. I think he's one cool man.
I remember a boy who has boxes of noodles, his voice tone a little high and he was a dance prodigy. I think he's one great boy.
I remember a woman with a furry scarf around her head, her cheeks were red when she laughed. I think she's one wise woman.
I remember another woman with scarf and pretty coat, her home was clean and smelled good. I think she's one cute woman.
I remember a woman who always danced when she taught her student in class, she has cute twins and a big health care problem. I think she's one tough women.
I remember two men who are siblings, they were quiet handsomely but they did many things. I think they both independent men.
I remember a man who always wore a golf hat and red shirt, he was waving his hand at the last time. I think he's one hardworking man.
I remember a man who was mistaken as frowning man most of the time, his smile was a gift. I think he's one considerant man.
I remember a girl who has slanted eyes, she always said "I've a question!". I think she's another cute girl.
I remember a woman who has big backpack and beautiful hair. She always began her sentence with "alright...". I think she's one friendly woman.
I remember a man, who always overacted and want to be the center of attention. He said "Ekaro!". I think he's one attractive man.
I remember a man who's old and was riding the bicycle all the time. He has a teaching motto which is "word has power!". I think he's one lonely man.
I remember everyone. I miss them so much. To die.
Sampailah selembar postcard nun jauh dari Raidah Intizar di Ames, Iowa, USA ke Raidah Intizar di Maros, Sulsel, Indonesia. Begitu melihat postcard ini, entah kenapa saya merasa haru yang teramat sangat. Saya jadi ingat janji lirih kepada diri saya sendiri, bahwa kalau benar postcard ini sampai ke Maros, maka Allah menetapkan saya akan kembali ke Ames, dan saya akan berusaha mewujudkan ketetapan tersebut. Apalagi postcard saya ke Sulawesi yang lain tak pernah sampai. Saya juga jadi ingat Juli 27, pukul 3 siang di tengah terik matahari musim panas Iowa. Waktu saya jalan sendiri, mengambil cyride #6 brown bus ke Welch Ave. Semua teman pada ke Goodwill, Walmart, North Grand Mall... tapi telah saya bulatkan tekad untuk jalan sendiri, apapun yang terjadi -kayak ada aja yang bisa terjadi. Lalu di sana telah menunggu saya sang Ibu Pos, dia memberi stamp untuk postcard saya sambil berkata "have a good day!". Benar-benar mengesankan. Kamu gak ngerti apa yang begitu mengesankan dari itu? Biarlah... biarlah saya saja yang ngerti.
