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Are You A Corruptor?

Apakah lo seorang koruptor? Photo by  cottonbro  from  Pexels Dari pertanyaan di atas agaknya kita langsung berpikir, "Loh saya nggak pernah pake uang orang," atau "Saya nggak mungkin jadi seperti para tikus berdasi di luar sana," dan macam-macam pikiran bersamaan dengan keterkejutan lainnya. Eits, tunggu dulu. Gue akan bocorkan hint dari konteks penulisan gue hari ini. Gue tidak akan membahas politisi-politisi yang melakukan korupsi di luar sana karena sejujurnya gue juga nggak suka membahasnya.  Gue akan membahas korupsi-korupsi kecil yang mungkin nggak kita sadari sudah mendarah daging di sekitar kita. Hal yang perlu kita pahami kemudian adalah sesuatu yang besar dimulai dari sesuatu yang kecil. Korupsi kecil ternyata juga bisa berdampak besar. Korupsi, tapi Bukan Tentang Uang Kita hidup di negara yang penuh dengan peraturan, regulasi, norma, dan adat baik tertulis maupun tidak tertulis. Sudah seharusnya masyarakat Indonesia yang hidup di atas negeri ini mematuhi

Iridescent

Let's talk about me and you.

Me.
I like something colorful.
Something that has more than one colors so dazzled me, and makes me don't want to quit.
It won't bother my retinas though.

You.
You are a yellow, who makes my life feels like a cheerful youth in every single day. It brights me up, so I could always see how beautiful life is.
You are a green, gives me serenity and savor, and it runs in my veins. Your grasp as my shield, that offers me a huge safety in each day.
You are a red, bold, fighter, and no one could against you when it comes about me. You are brave, and you want to protect me. I want to be a brave person too, so I could protect you.
You are a blue. Peaceful is your bloodstream, makes my heart fulled with something goods. Your humbleness which surrounds me, I don't want to take it off.
You are a white, because just with a pure heart, you love me. How a virtuous person you are.
You are a black. So unpredictable. Your life fulls of mystery. Cold as ice, and you already appeals me. Stories that just came up from your lips bring in a huge curiousity.

But sometimes I could see you from a contrast point.
You still yellow, but so pierce. You forget me when you are shining.
You still green, but not just for me. There are many girls you want to safe in your hands.
You still red, but you are too bold, and I can't even understand what you want.
You still blue, but another blue. I don't own your sadness. I wish I could help you but, I still can't. How pity I am.
You still white, but you can't take care of yourself to remain pure. You stains your heart with dark things.

And it makes you fit with black.

You still black, always black. In every thoughts you have, you already tortured me.

And if I sum up, it turns out with me : who like something colorful, and you : the colorful one, with thousands senses.

Xoxo

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