Tanya
Tama pernah ditanya, begini kira-kira:
“Who loves the most between you two?”
Tama mengerti, dan sebetulnya bisa menjawab langsung tanpa berpikir. Tapi lelaki itu memilih untuk diam sejenak sebelum menjawab.
“It's her.”
Lalu, pertanyaan lainnya datang bersamaan dengan kerutan di dahi.
“I was expecting you yourself would be the answer.”
Kemudian, Tama melanjutkan.
“It's her. She loves me all the way she could do. She loves me most of the time, with no excuse. She loves me in the purest way, in the loveliest way. Among us, she loves the most.”
Pertanyaan lain datang.
“What about you?”
Tama kembali terdiam sebelum mengutarakan kalimatnya.
“I just love her.”
Dia melanjutkan, matanya menerawang.
“I just love the very least thing about her. I just love the most unimportant story she tells me in the middle of the night. I just love to see her laughing for the cheapest joke she finds. I just love to hear about her daily routines as if she's never told me those things. I just love her for being the worse version of her self. I just love her for being the most breakout and broken soul of her self.”
“I just love her. I just always love her.”