Hujan Pasti Berhenti

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It was an unforgettable concert.

We both went, each with the intention of having a good time. I never got to ask him if he got what he came for. Though I was later told that he didn’t seem to enjoy himself. Then again, he might have much on his mind, having gotten more than what he bargained for.

It was a great concert. Unfortunately, what will remain unforgettable for me is not likely to be the great music. Instead, the unforgettable is the impossible loneliness I felt at that concert. It proves that it is possible to feel lonely although you are not alone.

Is it really that scary to be lonely? I guess it is not so much the fear of finding myself lonely. I do not anticipate loneliness. Sometimes I am alone, but not lonely. Other times I’m not alone but lonely. It happens when it happens. And when it does, it could hit me like a ton of bricks. When the ton of bricks drop on me in the middle of the night, there is no one out there who can help. So I’d lie awake hoping that the night will pass quickly and for the weight to disappear with daybreak.

Whats unforgettable are the last verses of the last song in that concert, which today remain the last song that escaped my mouth. (It is possible of course that my memory failed me; this may not have been the last song, but certainly is the one that’s been playing in my mind ever since). It went like this:

Satu, Dua, Tiga, Do Re Mi
Apa nak jadi, Alif Ba Ta, A B C
Apa nak jadi, akan terjadi
Hujan Pasti Berhenti

How apt. Mendung Akan Berarak. Hujan Pasti Berhenti. As usual, when it rains, we know from experience that it will stop sooner or later. But at its heaviest, it’s impossible to predict when it will stop. So we sit and hope that we are on a ground high enough that we will not be swept away by the floods while we wait for the rain to abate.
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