24 December 2011
There’s something about Damian..
As he put on his black-leather gloves, tightened up the silver shoe laces, and sprayed on the amber-wood fragrance on his neck. Damian was ready to go.
He was going to dance back and forth to an “Electric Chapel” track, worshiping sins and the temporary euphoria, sipping some ‘Illusions’ while kissing the strangers and hugging the enemies. He was being a holy fool tonight.
“Damian!” tepuk Keith. “How dare you start the party without me!”
“No. How dare you come late to my Pre-Black Christmas party! Here, let the DJ hug you!”
“Haha. Great crowd, AttaBoy! Eh, I’ve brought my friend. Gapapa kan?”
“Oh please, makin banyak pengikut gua, makin bagus lah. And his name is?”
Cyrus maju. “You look familiar from far away. By the way, gua Cyrus.” Jabatnya.
“You must have got the wrong person. Probably that was my twin brother.” Senyumnya lebar sambil menawarkan ‘Illusion’ gratis ke Cyrus dan Keith.
“Ahhh.. Mikha kembaran kamu ternyata?” Cyrus takjub.
“Iya kembar identik. Cuma beda tabiat sama kodrat. Tau sendiri kan Mikha kaya apa anaknya…” Jelas Damy.
“Iya saking identiknya sampe sama-sama binan yak.” Keith tertawa.
“Haha right! Just dance, shall we? I’ll put on my best music tonight.”
There’s something about Mikhail..
As he poured pure water onto his hands, rubbing it on his face then dried it. He decided to wear his new clean-white shirt, grabbed his red Rosary and held his rusty bible : Mikhail was ready to go.
He was going to praise his Lord, singing it out loud, raising his hands-the higher the hands, the closer to God -and yelling His name, munching a host from the cup, kissing the Rosary, hugging himself. He was being an angel for tonight.
“Kalian, sehabis ini jadi kan gathering dinner dirumah aku? It’s Christmas eve?” tanyanya pada kelompok kecilnya yang berjumlah lima orang.
“Is it okay kalo kita nginep sekalian? Besok subuh kan kita harus nyiapin ibadah lagi sebelum semua jemaat datang.” Tanya sang ketua.
“Already prepared. Everything for Christmas.” Sahut Mikha antusias.
Made in Hell.
“What are you doing here?” semprot Mikha yang mendapati Damy ikut duduk di meja makan. “And you have brought your friends! Perfect!” sinisnya. Cyrus dan Keith duduk dengan hati bergidik.
“Heaven and Hell are full, God has sent me to earth, again. Hi there, temen-temennya Mikha, ini teman saya. And by the way, Mikha, I live in this house too. Then again, let’s have a wonderful breakfast.” Damy membalasnya dengan senyum terlebar.
“So… Acara natalan ngapain?” tanya Damian.
“Di kapel seharian. Kamu berniat ikut kami?” jawab si ketua choir tadi.
“No thanks, I have a six-hours party to host.”
“Oh ya? Pesta apa?”
“Black Christmas. You know, disco heaven theme, sinful saints, drag queen Pete, free-flow liquors and I am the DJ. Care to join?”
Tiga pria sebaya disebelah Mikha merapat sambil berbisik. Lalu si ketua tadi menengahi. “Kamu… Agamanya apa, Damian?”
Damy mendengus, “Please don’t start…”
Cyrus mengangkat dagunya, “He’s an atheist and so are we. Is this wrong? No. The only wrong thing of being an atheist is that there’s nobody to talk to during an orgasm. And note this, I PRAY. I NEVER FORGET MY GOD. I always scream His name every time I got a great great great climax.” Keith dan Damian serentak menahan hamburan tawanya.
“Beda jauh ya sama adik kembarnya, yang satu kaya malaikat, yang satu… muka tipikal pendosa.” Sahut salah satu dari mereka.
“Daripada temen elu, ujung-ujungnya homo juga.” Tembak Keith. Meja bulat besar itu pesertanya tiba-tiba diam semua.
Keith menyikut Damian. “Whoops, keceplosan. Orang kaya gitu ga bisa dibaikin. If the best revenge is to kill them with kindness, then I must be some kind of serial killer lately.” Bisiknya.
“Apa? Bener itu Mikha? Kamu tahu kan itu dosa besar?” sentak si ketua choir.
Leher Mikha serasa tercekat. “Errmm… But I do my best in church. Itu enggak kalian hitung?”
Keempat orang dimeja itu berbisik semakin tajam. Membuat Mikha makin terpojok dan Damian –sesungguhnya- merasa tak enak hati.
Damian loved Mikha, but Damian also didn’t like Mikha. “Now who’s lost?” mata itu menyudut seraya mendesis pada Mikha.
Keempatnya berdiri, mengambil jubah putih mereka masing-masing. “Mikha, sorry, you’re out of our choir. You have committed a sin. Do come back when your heart has been purified.” Kata si ketua.
Damian maju menhgampirinya. “Don’t bother to wait. Sing as you want, cuz in the end, I will be the DJ in your funeral.”
Keith dan Cyrus saling pandang tak enak hati.
Heaven can’t wait.
“Can I make it up for you?” tawar Damian dari pantulan sosok Mikha di kaca.
Tatapan Mikha layu. “No sweat. You’ve showed me their devilish faces, anyway.” Damian tetap merasa tak enak hati kepada kembarannya.
“Kamu tau, dari kecil aku paling suka main peran jadi malaikat. Pake sayap. Pake halo dari kawat. Pake jubah putih kebesaran.” Lirih Mikha.
“You have always been the angel… even I don’t believe in angel.” tambah Damian.
“Cuz they don’t exist?”
“Only one… his name is Mikhail. He’s always forgiving. He’s an angel compared to these family members”
Mikha tersenyum lebar. Ada sedikit celah dingin dalam bara permusuhan mereka setahun belakangan. “Heaven must be missing something… Cuz you’re an angel now.”
“Oh brother. I’m just being a saint for a day. I’m nothing compared to an angel. Hahaha.”
Damian masih merasa tak enak hati. “So… Christmas eve ini nganggur dong?”
“Maybe I’ll go to bed…”
“Or maybe not.” Damian memberikan leather gloves kesayangannya.
“You're gonna go to my party tonight, and blast your sins. After that, you can decide what do u want to be : a saint or a sinner.”
Mikha agak ragu. “When I say heaven can’t wait…. Well screw it, I don’t even know what heaven feels like, anyway.” Sigap dia memakai gloves kebesaran itu.
“Oiya kamu berangkat dulu aja.. I’ll be late to host the party.”
“Mau kemana, Damy?”
“Chur…ch….”
Mikha terbahak keras. “Like seriously?”
“Nyante aja, gua bukan niat tobat kok. I just find myself being thankful a bit, and who else I've got to say this to? Our super busy parents?” Damy menggenggam tangan kembarannya.
“By the way… Tau caranya doa gak elu, hayo…”
Mikha memutar bola matanya. “Ermm.. Maybe I’ll start with : Dear God, I’m a big fan of Your works…”
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Cyrus dan Keith hanya bisa mangap di ujung bar. “Did I just see Mother Mary in disguise or that is just Male-Mary Magdalena in leather pants?” tunjuknya pada sosok Mikhail yang memasuki ruangan dengan aura luar biasa.
“From holy water to liquors…
From praying to self worshiping…
From a chapel to a dance floor…
From a choir to a disco heaven… Nanana…”
By,C
