Bayangkan suatu tempat yang membuat lo merasakan suatu perasaan aneh, Benci dan Cinta pada saat bersamaan. Kalo buat gue, tempat yang membuat gue benci tapi cinta adalah airport.
Kenapa gue benci airport? Karena disitulah tempat perpisahan. Gue benci harus bilang "Goodbye, have a nice trip. Hati-hati yah, jangan lupa ini itu ini itu.. dll". Gue benci perpisahan, gue benci jauh dari orang yang gue sayang. Gue jadi inget, dulu pas gue SMA, orang tua gue pernah pergi ke Korea untuk urusan kerjaan, dan gue nangis bombay aja gitu di airport. Padahal mereka cuma pergi seminggu! Heheheheh :D itu mah gue yang cengeng yah.. ;) But to be honest, I hate to see the one I love so much, left me... I hate to imagine that one figure just disappears behind those tall white cold walls with huge glasses that keep a distance between my loved ones and me. I hate waiting outside the glass door; stay there for about 15 minutes and hoping that my loved ones would show up again, waving, saying that they love me and felt sorry to leave me. But then I thought, it must have been so much harder for them right, to be the one who left all he loves behind, begin a new life with new people that that he never known before, while his heart stays home. It was hard for them, I thought.
On the other hand, I must admit that I love airport as well. I love the atmosphere in the arrival lounge. I love to see those worried and full of hope faces that were waiting outside the arrival gate. Looking around to see whether their loved ones had arrived. I love to see couples with smiles on their face, which just got back from their honeymoon perhaps. I love to see a man returning home, with his child screamed happily “Papaaa..” and his child will run to him and hug him and that man can’t hide his smile and his love for his child, with a big brown bag on one of his hand, bringing a gift to his child. I just love that so much. I love airport, as a place that make those things happen.
It makes me think. If I were them, If I were the one whose going to leave, will there be someone who had the same feeling as I did? That hatred feeling to say goodbye to me and felt very sad just to see me go, and on the other hand, can’t wait to see me going back home? Will there ever be that chance? I wonder.
