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She’s a cactus

Tidak biasanya sahabatku menelpon meminta ditemani minum di apartemennya di hari sibuk begini. Beruntung aku tidak mendapat ekstra pekerjaan dari atasanku jadi aku bisa langsung ke tempat Jane setelah tentu saja membeli berkaleng-kaleng bir pesanannya. Jane tidak akan merajuk kalau tidak ada hal yang benar-benar mengganggunya.

“So what happened now? How long did Laurent ignore your text?” todongku tanpa basa-basi setelah melepaskan blazer dan mengambil pakaian ganti di kamarnya. Kami sudah terbiasa saling menginap jadi urusan meminjam pakaian tidak menjadi masalah.

“I don’t know, two weeks? Three? And today one of my smartest student gave me a gift for saving her doll from the other kids. That,” Jane menunjuk sebuah pot kecil di kitchen counter. Aku memicingkan mata untuk memastikan bentuk dan jenis tanaman yang ada di dalamnya, lalu terbahak.

“Is that…? Okay, J. I guess your student is indeed the smartest or simply a little shaman.” Sebuah bantal meluncur dan mengenai mata kiriku. “Ugh, damn you.” Gerutuku. Kusorongkan kaleng bir untuk Jane lalu membuka satu untukku sendiri.

“She said she knows that I’m busy so she chose a cactus. One with pretty flowers on it. Isn’t that sweet?”

“But bitter too,” aku masih tidak bisa menahan tawaku meski Jane terlihat menderita. Pandangan matanya menerawang ketika meneguk kaleng keempat. Kecepatannya minum memang luar biasa meski toleransinya terhadap alkohol sedikit memalukan.

“So I don’t have to water it. So it’s okay if I ignore it for days or months. It’s alright even if I don’t fertilize, uh, I mean nurture it. It won’t die. It will be fine. Because it has some adaptations to promote water use. I just need to put the pot outside and the plant will be fine. I don’t need to check it everyday. Hell, it will still stay alive even I leave this place for a century,” Jane mulai meracau.

“Are you talking about yourself, or that cactus?” Tidak ada jawaban, Jane hanya meremas kaleng yang ia genggam lalu melirik ponselnya.

“He said that I’m like a cactus. With the sharpest spines. You know what spine is, Meg?”

“No. Don’t start the cactus philosophy with me unless it can make my boss raise my salary not his voice,” kutolak tapi Jane tidak peduli.

“It’s a modified leaves that protect cactus, sometimes as a camouflage. It also helps conserve the water. We see them as something that can hurt us, but actually useful for the-” aku menarik pipi Jane untuk menghentikan ocehannya.

“Enough with the lecture, champ, I’m tired and you’re insane so go wash your face then hit that comfortable bed.”

Sempoyongan, Jane menuruti perintahku dan berjalan ke kamar mandi. Kudengar dia bergumam sebelum menutup pintu, “Well, setidaknya menjadi kaktus tidak merepotkan. And it lives an easy life I guess so that’s fine. I’m a cactus, I accept my fate God.”

Aku menyeringai mendengarnya, kadang Jane memang terlalu pintar dan menilai hal di sekitarnya dengan cara pandang ajaib. We are, J. We are two sad cactuses who get ignored by our boyfriends who live across the world because they thought we don’t need water and can protect ourselves alone because we have spines. Ugh. Should I blame the beer or Jane for this sudden cactus oriented mind?

Because they are cactuses secretly needing a hug

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