Tolong lihat aku

See at me. Itu mungkin kata yang tepat buat sebuah cerita yang mau aku ceritain.
Ini bukan cerita tentangku ataupun teman-temanku, tapi ini adalah cerita tentang imajinasiku.
Kita mulai sekarang
Musim hujan di kota yogyakarta mulai turun. Sebuah mobil melintasi jalan sepi di jalan kota yogyakarta. Mobil itu berhenti disebuah panti asuhan. Panti asuhan kecil yang mungkin tak terlihat. Panti asuhan yang berada disudut kota yogyakarta. Di dalam mobil itu keluar seoarang pria dan wanita. Dengan payung hitam mereka, mereka melintasi jalan untuk masuk ke halaman panti asuhan itu. Wanita itu menggendong seorang bayi kembar. Raut wajah wanita itu berubah ketika sang pria mendorong wanita itu untuk meletakkan bayi kembar itu ke halaman panti asuhan.

"Kau yakin akan melakukan ini? Mereka masih kecil, kita tidak bisa meninggalkan mereka sendiri." Wanita itu mulai menangis.

"Kita sudah pernah membahas ini bukan? Kau ingin mereka kita berikan kepada orangtua mereka yang asli? Mungkin orangtua mereka akan menjual mereka seperti kakak-kakak mereka sebelumnya." Pria itu mulai mendesak wanita itu lagi. Wanita itu berfikir sejenak dan melangkah masuk kehalaman panti.

"Maafkan kami ya nak." Air mata wanita itu menetes lagi, dan sekarang makin deras.

"Sudahlah bu. Ayo!" Pria itu menarik tangan wanita yang masih saja tetap menangis. Setelah menyematkan kalung berbentuk bintang dan bulan,wanita itu segera pergi dengan pria itu.
Hujan semakin deras dengan ditambah tangisan bayi kecil yang berada di halaman panti.
Bersambung............................................

English version

See at me. That's probably the right word for a story that wanted me to tell.
This is not a story about me or my friends, but this is the story of my imagination.
We start now
The rainy season in the city of Yogyakarta, began to fall. A car crossed the quiet street in Yogyakarta city streets. The car was stopped at an orphanage. Small orphanage that may be invisible. The orphanage is located the corner of the city of Yogyakarta. In the car it came out a man and woman. With their black umbrellas, they crossed the street to get to a page orphanage. The woman holding an infant twins. The look on her face changed when he pushed her to put the twins to page orphanage.
"You're sure going to do this? They are still small, we can not leave them alone." The woman began to cry.
"We've been discussing this right? You want them we give them the original parents? Maybe their parents would sell them like their brothers before." The man began to urge her again. The woman thinks for a moment and stepped into view the first orphanage.
"We're sorry, kid." Tears trickled her again, and now increasingly heavy.
"Come on. Come on!" The man pulled a woman's hand that still remain to weep. After pinning the stars and moon-shaped necklace, the woman immediately went to him.
Increasingly heavy rain squall with a small plus in home page.
Continue ............................................

Disparate

When all was silent I could still talk
If I was silent all still talking
I feel like erased
 From their
 I though there was never any
 Such as wind blown dust

I do not know why 
I like removed
 As a slave 
Maybe they are angry
 Maybe they are not happy 
Seeing is different from


And they feel different from me
 And I feel the same as those 
I'm afraid
 I'm undecided
 Will I have to be with them
 But ........ 
They turned
 Do not look towards me 
Towards other people 
Other people who look the same to them
 Not with me
 What's wrong?
 I did not do anything
 They hurt me
 I do not hurt them
 Please explain all this 
I do not understand 
I do not want to own
 I want to be with them
 Help me......
 I dimming
 I'm not useful anymore
I'm alone