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Rumah

Ingin rasanya aku pulang. Dia pula telah lama memanggilku, menyuruhku pulang. Namun, kakiku tak kunjung melangkah. Entahlah..
Pulang, aku ingin rasanya pulang. Rumah itu, begitu syahdu..
Apa aku pulang sekarang? Aku rasa aku masih kurang. Masih banyak, banyak sekali yang harus ku cari disini. Bukan hanya untukku tapi untuknya.
Aku khawatir pada rumah. Takut, takut ia ada yang menaksir. Keberadaannya yang strategis, banyak orang yang sudah lama melirik, aku tragis.
Rumah..
Aku tak berdaya. Berdirilah disana, kokoh. Jangan hiraukan aku. Aku masih berusaha. Untuk kembali.
Jika kau bosan, jika kau marah. Maaf aku tak pernah menggubris. Rumah, aku sungguh. Aku rindu kembali.
Rumah, ini caraku. Jika kau tak suka, apa dayaku. Jika kau ingin pergi, aku mohon jangan. Tetaplah disana, menungguku...

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