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bongo-clash · 1 year

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To Seem Like the Green Light (Burned Out)

Ectober week prompt: Soul Shredder

'The Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms sure is familiar with fear for someone who does not hold it within their domain. Fright Knight decides it’s time for a talk.'

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Fright Knight, if he’s being honest, does not understand his new ward in the slightest.

As the Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms, the boy is absurdly powerful. He had to be, to have defeated Pariah Dark- a ghost so fearsome it took an entire gathering of the Ancient Ghosts to seal him the first time- and to have beaten him with only his determination and a suit far too large for him, built by his human father. He’d heard of the boy’s abilities in extent amongst his allies in the Zone: his ice, his ectoblasts, his wail. Unbreakable, unstoppable, dimension-shaking. Yes, Prince Phantom was powerful indeed.

But it’s so hard to connect the image of him to this reputation that precedes him so. Because Phantom wears a too-big crown and a too-big cape and a ring that slips off his fingers, and if he looks anything it’s this: small, and skittish.

And scared.

Fright Knight knows a lot about that.

Fear is his domain, after all; it calls to him like a siren song calls to sailors on the open ocean. The taste of it is all allure- dread like a sweet wine, terror strong and honeying- he lives beyond living for it, just as he lives beyond living to serve the Realms’ Keeper, sacred and gratifying as such a duty is. Fear is his greatest delight- but this fear is his liege’s, and it is… sour. Sour to be exposed to, sour against the reach of his senses, the boy’s extending aura. Sour, perhaps, because the boy is royalty won in combat and powerful beyond belief, but he is still a boy. Younger still as a ghost than he is as a human.

Impossibly large shoes to fill, and an overflowing well of mistakes to rectify that he hasn’t even existed long enough to have witnessed in the first place.

Fourteen. His core isn’t even a year old, he’s a child.

Fright Knight may relish in the terror of his opposition, but this boy is not his enemy, and this fear should not have to exist. And if there’s something he can do to abate it- well, that’s only his duty, as the Crown Prince’s most loyal knight.

It’s not often that he finds himself in the human world, but the King’s Keep is thrumming with anxiety, and lairs are bound to their keepers in a way few things are, an indicator of the state of their hosts. The moment he takes stock of the shift, Fright Knight is making his way towards the artificial portal the Prince’s human parents created, looking for the disturbance in the Zone’s atmosphere and finding it soon enough.

From there, all it takes is a few seconds of intangibility upwards, and he finds himself in the room of the Prince. The Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms, in his human form, hunched over in bed with a blanket curled around him, expression exhausted but equally sleepless.

“I sensed trouble within your Keep, Prince Phantom.” He says simply.

The boy startles slightly, as if he hadn’t even noticed Fright Knight was there. “Ah- I, uh, hey- hi? Wait, did you say trouble?”

“The Keep reflects its Keeper,” Fright Knight explains, not unkindly. “Your Keep is not in trouble; it seemed as if you were, my liege.”

“Oh,” Phantom breathes, shoulders unwinding from where they’d begun to climb towards his ears, less from a total relief and more from a weariness. As if to prove it, his shoulders do not stop once they’ve receded, drawing further and further into himself as if intending to disappear. “Oh, sorry. I’m not- I’m not in any trouble, or anything. Sorry if you thought something was going on.”

Fright Knight has not had a ward beyond Pariah for a long, long time, but even then, they were never so young- either when alive or dead. They tended to be well beyond childhood before their death (if they were ever alive at all), and their cores fully formed for decades, centuries prior to taking the mantle. Not for the first time, he wonders how it can possibly be seen reasonable, fair to push a responsibility meant for immortals who have tasted that immortality on a child who hasn’t even had his first death day.

But Fright Knight doesn’t control what’s fair, and he doesn’t control how the Keep chooses its holder. He can only control what he does in this moment. “But there is something going on. You’re afraid.”

Whatever thoughts had been turning over behind Phantom’s expression pause at the statement, face all at once becoming bewildered, overwhelmed with the unexpected. He looks like someone with a weapon pointed between their eyes; a realisation, and a cautiousness trying not to reveal a dread.

“Right, yeah, you sense that stuff- you’re the Fright Knight- how did I forget? I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that; I’ll be better about it! I swear you won’t have to deal with this or anything, it was just…”

Oh. He looks like someone with a weapon pointed between their eyes because he thinks Fright Knight is going to draw his. He acted wildly and without a thought when he was freed by the boy some months ago, seeking his Soul Shredder, and likely cemented no assuring reputation when fighting under Pariah. He is not a spirit that tends to dwell on his regrets, but privately, he winces at the reminder. There are very few ways to apologise for such a dismal first encounter in any meaningful fashion; there may be very little point in apologising at all, at least not in this moment.

Instead, he simply lowers himself to the ground, feet meeting carpet from where they’d previously been floating. “I am a spirit who thrives upon fear, and upon summoning it within my enemies, but I am also a spirit who thrives upon the prosperity of my ward. You are in a place of rest, in your own domain, and you have the power to fell any who may cross you, and yet, it is not prosperous. This requires intervention, but it is not punishable.”

Phantom’s eyes turn downwards to avoid his gaze. “You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“Fear is fear; it cannot be stupid.”

A moment passes before the boy’s reservations draw back, and he attempts to explain.

“I keep getting these nightmares. I think it’s just ‘cause I’ve been stressed recently; I always used to get nightmares when I was stressed as a kid. But I keep getting these nightmares of just- I dunno, everything. Some ghost beating me into the ground and hurting the people in Amity; some ghost beating me into the ground and hurting the people in the Zone; being a monster, being a bad ruler, being a bad son. I wanna tell my parents about being half ghosts but they still hate ghosts- and they love me so much, but I can’t really be sure if it’s safe, can I? It feels like everything’s just wrong lately and- and I’m scared!”

It had started subdued enough, but as he carried on speaking, the boy’s voice progresses from a mumble to a cry, ending with tears reflecting off the glow from Fright Knight’s figure.

And Fright Knight is intimately familiar with fear, but he’s far too used to being the cause; he doesn’t know how to soothe it, is unused to wanting to. Slowly, making sure to leave enough time between steps that the Prince has the opportunity to tell him to recede, he makes his way towards the boy’s bed, and sits down at the edge. Slower, slower still, a cold hand makes its way to the boy’s back, motionless but steady once it’s taken its place.

He waits until Phantom has calmed enough that the trembling abates even if the tears haven’t quite finished, and then speaks. “I am a spirit of fear,” He starts quietly. “And I have seen every manner of being afraid, regardless of how strong. Most much older than you, many more imposing- none of them, none of these beings, have I seen able to face the nightmares of your reality unshaken. You are afraid; I believe every time I have met you, you have been afraid- but you have never faltered for it. You are young, and you may be terrified, but there is something about that that perhaps makes you braver.”

“And you have friends. You have your human loved ones here, and your allies within the Realms- and if being a good knight to you means being a friend, then I am your friend as well. You are not alone, Prince Phantom, and I don’t believe you ever will be.”

There is a moment of silence thicker than the blizzards of the Far Frozen, and eventually, Phantom leans to his side, looks him in the face. The fear is not gone (Fright Knight wonders idly if it ever will be, and figures not), but it’s calmer, now. More willing to settle in lieu of raging against any other emotion.

“Thanks, Fright Knight.”

“It is my duty, Prince Phantom.”

His eyes flicker with some kind of amusement. “Can you call me Danny, though? Prince Phantom’s still kind of weird.”

“…Very well, Prince Danny.”

Fright Knight is unsure whether he’s ever made another being smile before, but looking at the child grinning snidely at him between eyes rimmed red-green from past tears, he thinks he could tolerate doing it again.

#ectoberweek2022 #day27 #Title is from Today Today by Jack Stauber's Micropop!!#Shorter than my last two prompts but I started it late and I also Did Not Know where I was going with it lmao #Either way it's done!!! Very Cool for me #dp au #danny phantom au #dp fic #dp fanfic #danny phantom fic #danny phantom fanfiction #ghost king au #ghost king danny #danny phantom #danny fenton #fright knight #Bongo's Writing!!!

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kodalacar · 1 year

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Snack 🧁

#inktober 2022 #inktober #day27 #snack #arcane netflix #arcane jinx #arcane caitlyn #arcane #kodalacar #fanart

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artistoftales · 6 months

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Day 27 Renenutet! #renenutet #goddessoffertility #abundance #digitalart #harvest #egyptianmythology #digitalart #akhtober #egyptian #drawing #mythology #art #day27 #digitaldrawing #magic #pagan #witchcraft #illustration #simple #kemetic #firealpaca #artist #artistoninstagram #myart #dahkyarts #artistoftales #artistonig

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kadiwright · 2 months

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Day 27: Gift/Present

Prompt belongs to KatiAmel

Pokemon (C) Nintendo

Art (C) @kadiwright

#romanticuary2024 #katisromanticuaryprompt #day27 #gift #present #lopunny #luvdisc #pokemon fanart #digitalart #traditional art #myart #artist on tumblr

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maxthedrawingperson · 1 year

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INKTOBER #27: Turnabout Snack.

This is the next “stepladder vs ladder” debate, I guarantee it.

#fanart #fanart drawing #inktober #comic #inktober2022 #fan comic #halloween #videogame #ace attorney comic #ace attorney fanart #ace attorney #phoenix wright #maya fey #phoenix and Maya #snack #day27 #inktoberday27 #lol memes

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astaldis · 10 days

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@whumpril

Chapters: 2/3 Words: 3,256 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Geralt of Rivia, Angoulême Additional Tags: whumpster-dumpster's Whumpril 2024, chaos-company's Angstpril 2024, Head Injury, Blood and Injury, Spoilers for The Tower of the Swallow, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, swaying, Cry for help, Geralt's knee injury, Limping, Dizziness, Trust Issues, drained, panicked, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Whump

Summary: The fighting in Belhaven does not go well for Geralt and his companions. Cahir is injured and they have to flee. (The scene from The Tower of the Swallows chapter 6 told mostly from Cahir's POV, but also some Geralt POV.)

Inspired by Angstpril and Whumpril prompts.

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theroguequeenaniki · 4 months

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December Day 27: Hot Drink ☕

#KimickaPhotoADay

We had hot chocolate bombs on Christmas Adam (December 23rd), mine was Belgium chocolate and it was SO RICH. It was very tasty, but so rich and overwhelming I couldn’t finish it 😭 Also, our Internet is back! So the LAST video of vlogmas, the LAST video of 2024, will be live tomorrow at 3:30pm(CST)! And as a bonus I also included Christmas Day! (Usually Vlogmas ends on Christmas Eve, but since our Internet went out, I decided to include Christmas Day as a consolation lol) So look forward to that tomorrow!

#hotchocolate #hotcocao #hotdrink #chocolate #marshmallows #christmas #day27 #december #december2023 #photo #photoaday #photoadaychallenge

#December Day 27: Hot Drink ☕#KimickaPhotoADay #hotchocolate #hotcocao #hotdrink #chocolate #marshmallows #christmas #day27 #december #december2023 #photo #photoaday #photoadaychallenge

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rainydaywhump · 4 months

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Whumpcember Day 27: Bleeding Out

@whumpcember @i-eat-worlds @pigeonwhumps (lmk if you'd like to be added or removed!)

A snippet from Kel's shady and tumultuous backstory. I had Bleeding Out (Imagine Dragons) playing throughout writing this, lol.

CWs and themes: spy mission gone wrong; female main character; medical whump; bullet wound; bone break; bleeding out; character preemptively accepts death (she's still alive though)

Something had gone wrong. Something always did, and that was why it was Kel and Tallmadge who had been assigned to this mission, because that was who could be counted on to improvise as needed. The two of them had successfully stolen back the object of their mission -- an innocuous-looking flash drive -- but their established contact in the building had ghosted them, and suddenly they found themselves running as fast as they could through the industrial mess underneath the building's northern facade, hoping against hope to meet up with a drone as soon as they could get out.

It was halfway across a catwalk overhead that their pursuers caught up with them. They might not have known what the two agents had taken, but they obviously knew it wasn't anything good.

Bullets ricocheted off the metal rails and Tallmadge slipped on the grated floor. Kel grabbed his arm and kept running, but --

"No!"

Pain blossomed in her thigh and warmth pooled out from its front and back sides. Kel collapsed, realizing a second delayed why she'd fallen and why Tallmadge had yelled out: she'd been shot.

Blood spurted out, staggered and quick, from the two wounds. The bullet had smashed through her bone and hit an artery on the way. Not wasting any time, she reached into her pocket...

...and handed the flash drive over to Tallmadge.

"Go. Just fucking go," Kel hissed. Good god, she hadn't realized there was so much blood in her body, and now it was spilling out onto the grated metal catwalk.

Tallmadge didn't hesitate to leave her behind. Kel knew he wouldn't, had counted on it when she partnered with him for the mission. Vaguely, she hoped he'd get some agency-mandated therapy for all this. She watched his fingers clench around that damned flash drive as he sprinted away. The clean white drive was a stark contrast to the stained metal around her.

All for a tiny flashdrive. But it wasn't really tiny -- the codes and data stored in that thing (that thing that shouldn't have been created in the first place, that thing that counterintel dropped the ball on) held lives in their lines.

Matthew Greene. That was the name of the agent who had double-crossed them and stolen all of that data. He'd tried to hawk it to two other countries' intelligence agencies before striking a deal with the Saudi government. Current Saudi tech could brute force the password in roughly eight months. After that, even with all the mitigation Kel's people could do, it would be over for any number of the people whose information was stored there. Friendlies and full agents alike, foreign politicians and civilians, and the families of all of them -- they would be at risk, and so would the incredible network of contacts and information flows that the Organization had accumulated via Greene's teammates in the past year.

Kel looked down at the bleeding. She knew her life was worth getting that flash drive back. She'd known when she'd been briefed on its contents.

There were footsteps rattling the catwalk, and Kel couldn't help but smirk when she looked up at the approaching pursuers. They were too late. She was dying and she didn't even have what they were after. Her stomach was nauseous, her skin was cold, and her leg was all but numb. The adrenaline was probably the only thing keeping her awake, she figured.

As the figures drew closer, Kel's world faded to gray.

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Ooh how does Kel escape? I mean she obviously does considering we know she's alive in my ongoing fic but she really thought that was it for her then....

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #whumpcember #day27 #whumpcember2023 #whump prompt #whumpcember2023day27 #gun tw #guns #action writing #action scenes

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boxthoughtsblog · 6 months

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My Sky Today - September 27, 2023 6:37-6:38pm Hawaii Join the MY SKY TODAY project!

#myskytoday #2023 #September #DAY27 #TIME1800 #UTC0400DATE20230928 #Hawaii #USA #sunset moon #moon #moonrise #waxing gibbous moon #97%#BoxThoughts

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numenskog · 2 years

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#day27 of #middleearthmonth #Arwen , doing her best #elf parade #cartoon #conceptart #fanart #fantasy #fantasyart #halfelf #hero #elven #lordoftherings #swordandsorcery #tolkien #tolkienverse #artistofinstagram #art #ink #artober #inkandpaper #art #middleearth #lotr #thehobbit #silmarillion #forest #imladris #rivendell #elf #elven #noldor #horse https://www.instagram.com/p/CkObdKUq76p/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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desyilmi · 1 year

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Melangkah Lebih Jauh

Apakah kamu tim “hidup mah mengalir aja kaya air”? Membiarkan yang sudah berlalu, biarlah berlalu? Betul sih, yang sudah lewat tak dapat kita perbaiki lagi. Namun dengan melihat yang telah lalu, bukankah kita dapat memperbaiki yang ada di depan? Jadi, mari coba tengok sejenak hari yang telah lalu.

Akhir-akhir ini, circle saya sedang banyak membahas tentang “memaafkan”. Selain manis-manisnya nikmat Allah, pasti ada saja pahit getir kehidupan. Hal itu tentu Allah hadirkan sebagai pelajaran, termasuk: memaafkan. Sudahkah kita memaafkan segala kepahitan itu? Orang-orang yang menyakiti, skenario yang tak sesuai keinginan, apa lagi kira-kira? Hehe.

Semua yang Allah beri itu selalu positif. Negatif hanyalah cara pandang kita.

Kalimat mutiara di atas juga meyakinkan kita untuk menebar maaf. Karena seyogyanya, yang dari Allah, itu pasti yang terbaik. PR kita saja untuk lebih husnudzon dengan segala takdir. Saya jadi teringat pesan menenangkan dari Ustadz Syatori Abdurrauf (semoga Allah merahmati beliau).

“Takdir yang terjadi, adalah rambu yang membimbing kita meraih ridlo Allah. Namun, ia hanya akan menjadi rambu, ketika kita mampu menerima semuanya dengan hati yang lapang.”

“Takdir itu undangan dari Allah agar kita memiliki kesempatan untuk mengenakan pakaian hidup bernama: KEBAIKAN.”

Ustadz Syatori selalu berpesan. Untuk segala hal yang menguji kita, tanyailah diri, “amal baik apa yang bisa kulakukan dengan ujian ini, ya?” Setelah segala maaf dan penerimaan tadi, baru kita melangkah dalam penyelaman selanjutnya: refleksi diri.

Sebenarnya tak ada waktu khusus untuk kita melakukan refleksi diri. Dapat dilakukan di mana saja dan kapan saja (namun beberapa orang juga butuh momentum). Mungkin ada yang berpendapat bahwa melihat masa lalu, adalah suatu hal yang tak perlu. Namun hei, kata siapa? Bukankah itu adalah kebutuhan kita untuk bertumbuh?

Mundur satu langkah, untuk maju dua langkah.

Sepertinya itu adalah kalimat yang tepat. Mundur dan melihat yang telah lalu, mungkin terlihat tak berguna. Namun itu diperlukan untuk menyiapkan langkah yang lebih mantap kan? Mungkin refleksi berisi diamnya diri. Namun sebenarnya itu adalah momentum untuk recharge dan develop kan?

Sekarang, mari kita simak salah satu materi kuliah Mba Birrul di Edinburgh University. Reflective Thinking: consiously thinking about and analyzing. Wah, yang begini ada mata kuliahnya juga ya, ternyata :D Nah, kita perlu diam sejenak untuk memikirkan beberapa hal berikut: 1) Apa saja yang sudah kita lakukan? Sudah benarkah? 2) Apa pengalaman yang sudah kita dapatkan? 3) Apa pelajaran yang kita dapatkan dari sana? 4) Dan bagaimana kita belajar dari semua itu?

Kehidupan selalu membutuhkan check point. Gunanya? Untuk kalibrasi bagaimana ia telah berjalan. Apakah bekal kita masih cukup? Kalau kurang, kita bisa isi bahan bakar terlebih dulu. Lalu apakah kita bergerak di jalan yang benar? Jika memang mulai melenceng, kita bisa segera membenarkan langkah. Dan begitulah refleksi diri bekerja dalam hidup.

Bagaimana nih, diri? Sudah sejenak hening untuk melejit lebih jauh? Yuk ambil jedamu! Berdiam, merenungi apa yang telah terjadi, dan mengencangkan sabuk untuk masa depan yang lebih indah. Namun saya tak pernah bosan mengingatkan (diri sendiri). Kita boleh membuat rencana terbaik versi kita. Tapi versi Allah, itu yang paaling baik. Karena Allah pencipta kita, jadi pasti Allah yang paling tahu kita. Ya kan?

Selamat hening!

------------------------- Jogja Istimewa, 12/01/2023 | 9:02 WIB

#day27 #30dwcjilid40 #fighter30dwc #refleksi #evaluasi #melangkah

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zulfazzakiyah · 1 month

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Si Sulung Mini

Aku hadir ketika sang putri masih usia belia Amat muda sebab tahun pertama pun belum menyapanya Datang ketika seluruh keluarga tengah berbahagia Sebab ia telah tumbuh sebagai karunia Menjadi pusat dari semesta raya dunia Kehadiranku menambah suka cita kerabat Lantaran semakin bertambahnya ceria ia buat Senyum berseri selalu menghias dengan matanya yang bulat Tawa ceria tak pernah luput dengan aku yang selalu terlihat Semakin menambah bahagia pada kehidupan yang hebat Fungsiku saat ini semakin bertambah Yang utama tetap sebagai sang pengunyah Lantaran sang putri semakin suka memamah Selain itu aku pun juga berfungsi dalam proses berbicara dan berkisah Sebab kini sang putri semakin senang berceloteh meriah Meskipun yang diucap masih amat patah Aku tidak selamanya hidup dengan sang putri Sebab hadirku nanti akan terganti Lazimnya kala ia telah merayakan hari lahir tujuh kali Aku akan tergantikan dengan yang abadi Meski begitu fungsi utamaku tiada bertikai Sebagai sang pengunyah juga menjadi sumber berbagi narasi Aku datang dan hidup pada mulut mungil ini Sebagai gigi susu yang tumbuh amat mini Meski hidupku singkat tetapi aku memiliki fungsi tersendiri Sebagai bekal masa depan gigi dewasa sang putri

#30dwc #30dwcjilid45 #day27

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wardhanikusuma · 1 month

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Selamat Datang!

Selamat datang di kehidupan sesungguhnya, kehidupan nyata yang sebenarnya.

Perkenalkan namaku azura, seorang perempuan berusia delapan belas tahun dan baru saja lulus dari Sekolah Menengah Atas, aku tinggal di kota kecil, namun merupakan Kabupaten Terluas di Provinsi Jawa Tengah, dan kini sedang mendaftar kuliah di kota tetangga yang jaraknya hanya lima puluh kilometer.

Pergi ke Kota ini sendiri adalah hal baru untukku, karena sebelumnya aku tak pernah keluar kotaku sendiri, dan meski hanya berjarak lima puluh kilometer atau setara dengan kurang lebih satu setengah jam perjalanan darat, kenyataannya aku tak pernah mengunjungi kota ini sebelum nya.

Melanjutkan pendidikan di kota ini, bukanlah tujuan utama ku, awalnya aku ingin melanjutkan jenjang pendidikan lanjutan di kota tempat kelahiran salah satu presiden indonesia, namun Takdir berkata lain, sekeras apapun berusaha dan berjuang agar bisa melanjutkan pendidikan disana, takdir Tuhan berkehendak lain, kini terdamparlah aku di kota pensiunan ini, julukan yang baru ku sadari setelah menetap beberapa waktu dan mengamati sekitar lingkungan kota ini.

Dan tempat belajar yang menjadi akhir dari pencarian, tidak lah sesuai dengan keinginanku sejak awal, dan lagi-lagi takdir Tuhan lah yang menentukan.

Sempat terbesit dalam benak, kenapa aku sekarang ada disini, di tempat ini perjalanan hidup macam apa yang akan aku jalani, dan ternyata selamat datang di kehidupan nyata yang penuh kejutan, teka-teki, tantangan, kebahagiaan, airmata, tangis, tawa, suka, duka, dan sedih menderita namun berakhir manis membahagiakan.

Perjalanan pertama dalam perkuliahan dilakukan dengan mulus dan lancar tidak ada yang berbeda dengan kebanyakan pelajar yang lain, semester pertama nilai indeks prestasi juga bisa dikatakan lumayan, karena metode belajar dari yang hanya mendengarkan guru menjelaskan ilmu nya, kini berbuah menjadi pengembangan diri, kemampuan berfikir pun berubah, serta keterampilan yang semakin diasah.

Hingga suatu ketika, dimulailah satu persatu kejutan kehidupan, yang pertama adalah masalah tempat tinggal, pada awalnya menumpang di tempat saudara menjadi jalan pintas untuk sementara waktu, karena pada saat itu saudara dari ibuku juga melanjutkan pendidikannya dikota ini, awalnya menjadi tempat transit saja, hanya sampai menemukan tempat yang cocok, pada kenyataannya justru membuka tabir kejelasan, bahwa tidak semua saudara akan berlaku baik sepanjang masa, lain di depan lain di belakang.

Singkat cerita untuk urusan tempat tinggal akhirnya sudah beres, terdampar di tempat yang baru, lingkungan yang sangat berbeda, dan cara menemukan yang ternyata itu adalah petunjuk dari Tuhan.

Pembelajaran yang dapat di ambil adalah tidak baik berharap lebih kepada manusia, karena mulai terlihat lah seberapa penting peran saudara, baik saudara kandung, saudara hanya segaris dengan kakek nenek atau saudara bahkan saudara jauh.

Setelah masalah tempat tinggal selesai, tenyata masalah baru muncul, kali ini masalahnya adalah tentang perasaan, cinta yang muncul tanpa di sadari, cinta yang tumbuh mungkin hanya sesaat, karena pada usia delapan belas tahun pola pikir dan hati masih tak tentu arahnya.

Pengalaman pertama hidup mandiri di kota orang, membuat ada rasa ingin juga mendapatkan kenyamanan, seperti di rumah orang tua kala sebelumnya, dan timbulah rasa suka pada lawan jenis, berharap kenyamanan dan sedikit ketenangan di dapat, tidak merasa sendiri dikota pensiunan ini.

Gayung bersambut antara perasaan, hati orang yang di suka ternyata juga memiliki rasa yang sama, alangkah senangnya hati ini, mulailah melambungkan harapan setinggi mungkin, hingga ketetapan Tuhan berkehendak lain, cerita cinta yang di rajut bahagia dan sesuai dengan harapan awal, kini luluh lantah, hancur tak berkeping.

Kejutan selanjutnya telah menanti, dan ini babak baru, paling dramatis dalam hidup, membuat kehidupan berputar seratus delapan puluh derajat dari kehidupan semula, perubahan pola pikir, perubahan keinginan atau cita-cita, proses meyakinkan diri pada takdirpun berubah, sempat terpikir selamat tinggal kehidupan ku yang dulu dan selamat datang kehidupanku yang sekarang dan yang akan datang.

#30dwcjilid45 #30dwc #day27

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