Invisible Child

When I was so young....., kira-kira setahun sebelum gue masuk SD, gue pernah tidur waktu Maghrib. Dulu kebiasaan gue adalah bobo siang sampe mau Maghrib (I was so kebo till now).

Waktu itu, gue kebangun persis setelah adzan Maghrib selesai. Kamar gue dalam keadaan gelap karena lampunya dimatiin. Terus... gue ngeliat ke arah pintu kamar yang terbuka lebar jadinya ada semburat-semburat cahaya yang masuk ke kamar.

Ngga tau kenapa gue waktu itu merinding.

Dan...., gue denger anak kecil ketawa seneng banget.

Gue ngeliat ke sekeliling tapi ngga ada apa-apa. Taaapiiiiii, akhirnya mata gue fokus ke lemari putih besar yang ada dideket tempat tidur.

Ada anak kecil, keciiil banget! Gedenya se-anak TK gituu... Kepalanya botak. Badannya dekil, kusam. Ngga pakai baju, cuma pake bawahan warna hijau ke hitam gitu. Giginya putih.

Dan anak itu terus ketawa-ketiwi dengan senangnya sambil lari keluar masuk lemari, tanpa pintu yang dibuka. Kaya Casper yang tembus gitu aja. Bedanya.... Casper itu lucu. Nah ini? .........

Aseli. Gue takutnya banget gapake aja. Gue teriak-teriak manggil Nyokap sambil nangis kejer gitu. Sedangkan anak itu teruuuus aja keluar masuk lemari sambil ketawa.

Feeling gue saat itu merasakan kalo dia itu lagi ngajakin gue main sama dia. Yekali dahh T-T

Mama akhirnya masuk ke kamar tanpa sedikit halangan dari 'anak' itu. Disaat Mama gue udah duduk di sisi gue, anak itu masih terus ada disana. Gue masih nangis.

Gue inget banget jerit kaya gini, "Mamaaaaa, Ade ngga mau main sama dia!! Mamaaa, Ade takuuuttt. Mamaaa, usir diaaaa...."

Gue melihat jelas banget bentuk 'anak' itu. Seluk beluknya. Seringai seramnya. Dan...... disaat gue melihat dengan jelas, Mama ngga melihat apa-apa. T-T

Gue terus jerit-jerit kaya gitu sampe akhirnya Mama gue baca Al-Fatihah. Terus dia ngusap-usap kepala gue sambil bilang entah kemana, "Jangan ganggu Nita yaa... Nita ngga mau main sama kamu. Kita saling menghormati aja ya, duniamu duniamu, duniaku duniaku. Kita ngga saling ganggu."

Setelah Mama bilang itu berkali-kali terus baca Ayat Kursi lagi....., suddenly...

Anak itu masuk ke lemari dan ngga keluar lagi.

Awalnya gue masih ngga percaya kalo 'anak' itu udah keluar, dan meminta tolong Mama supaya beliau mengecek lemari. Persis adegan Monster Inc. deh... -_-

Akhirnya gue yakin kalo 'anak' itu udah kembali ke dunianya. Dan itu adalah 'sesuatu' yang gue liat untuk pertama kalinya yang terus tersimpan didalam memori selama belasan tahun sampai detik ini.

-_-

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