Gw udh nyampe Madrid kmrn jam stngh 3 mlm! Sumpah, udh g kebayang dh gmn capenya gw, abis seharian jln2, trus tngah malem gw flight sendirian k Spanyol.
Gw udh g peduli dh, gw g peduli apa2 lg. Gw g peduli Iker ngelarang gw flight sering2, gw g peduli d Spanyol lg menyebar wabah flu babi, gw g peduli hrs pergi lintas samudra tengah malem sendirian! Gw cm pngn ketemu Iker.
Jgn heran, gw tiba2 udh d Madrid aja. Emg sebenernya gw g ada rencana sma sekali bwt k Madrid. Waktu ntn El Clasico pun gw msh baek2 aja d London… yg bikin gw lngsung loncat dr kursi trus tereak “gw mw k bandara skr!” itu waktu udh beres El Clasico, pas gw liat review-nya lg gol2 Barca k gawang Iker. Huh, g tw gmn gw g mikir klu Spain beribu2 kilo dr London, tiba2 aja gw pngn langsung terbang plg k rmh.
Ok, Real Madrid kalah 2-6 dr Barcelona. Gol Madrid d cetak Higuain ma Sergio Ramos. Gol2nya Barca 2x dr Henry, 2x dr Messi, 1x Puyol, 1-nya lg Pique. Tp walawpun klh, gw seneng bgt ntnnya. Gw excited, stress, tegang, sensitive, emg bener. Tp waktu ntn matchnya n liat tim Real Madrid maen all out bgt, gw bangga. Beda sama waktu ntn El Clasico 1st leg d Nou Camp. Waktu itu kayanya RM emg udh g berdaya bgt, kecuali Iker yg msh berjuang mati2an. Tp skr mrk maen dg berani. Nothing compare how I felt last night dh!
Smw jmpol gw plus jempolnya baby C gw acungin bwt Real Madrid dh, who bravely fought with all they have. Pernah liat g tim yg maen cm dg 3 defender? Gila, bnr2 gila dh. Itu jelas gambling bgt, waktu Sergio Ramos (g tanggung2 lho, Ramos yg di tarik!) d ganti sama gelandang serang lg, VDV. Jd coba itung dh, sampe akhir pertandingan RM ada 3 striker yg turun samaan: Raul, Higuain, sama Huntelaar yg br turun 30 menit terakhir; trus winger yg jd daya serang Madrid: Robben yg d ganti Javi Garcia—eh apa d ganti Huntelaar y? lupa ge, hehehe… sama ada Marcelo d kiri; trus 2 gelandang berahan: Gago sama Lass, yg menurut gw mereka hebat bgt bantuin nyerang mulu; terakhir kuartet defender: Ramos, Canna, Metzelder sama Heinze. Nah, klu Heinze ato Metzelder yg d tarik sh msh make sense lah. Duh tp Ramos lho yg g pernah d ganti seinget gw, malah d tarik. Wlwpun ngagetin n krg efisien, but it’s worth to try.
Yg jelas, I enjoyed last night game n not felt embarrassing at all. Real Madrid battled until the very end, but Barcelona were too much to handle at the Bernabeu. The absence of Guti and Sneijder in the midfield and Pepe in defense, the two sections of the pitch dominated by the Azulgranas. The defeat brings the impressive 18-match undefeated streak to an end and distances Real Madrid from the league title.
hyaahhh, yasud lah, pasrah aja jd runner up. toh msh ada musim dpn. o ia, berhubung gw g bawa barang apalagi koper sebijipun waktu k Spain, jd waktu landing gw langsung ngacir aja keluar, naek taksi. Pas nyampe dpn rmh gw, gw heran ko rmh gw gelap bgt, lampu g pd d nyalain. Iker kmn???
Untung gw bw kunci rmh, jd gw bs masuk k rmh. Pas gw msk, blm sempet nyalain lampu, tlp rmh gw bunyi.
A : “holla?”
Oh ternyata Raul yg tlp.
Raul (R) : “A? kpn dtg?”
A : “baru aja. Ada apa?”
R : “Iker ada? Drtd aku tlp hp-nya g d angkat, tlp k rmhnya jg g d angkat. Dy udh plg?”
Apa?!
A : “eh, g tw… aku baru bgt masuk rmh. Aku blm cek Iker ada d rmh ato g.”
R : “tolong cek y keadaan Iker, aku khawatir sama dy. Dy yg paling ngerasa bersalah mlm ini. Kamu tw kan, td dy kebobolan…”
A : “ia Raul,, don’t worry. I’ll find him.”
R : “blg sama dy, itu bkn sepenuhnya salah dy. Ok, I’m glad u’re here. Take care of Iker n urself, A. bye.”
Hhh, pikiran gw udh makin kalut nh. Gw muterin lantai 1, trus langsung naek k lantai 2, periksa kamar. Iker g ada tanda2nya d situ. Masa sh Iker g plg? Trus dy dmn? Gw buru2 naek lg k lantai 3, gw cek smw ruangan.
Finally, pas gw k theater room Iker ada d sana. Dy lg duduk d sofa, ntn tv. Fiuhh, lutut gw udh lemes aja…
A : “honey..?”
Iker ngeliat gw d dpn pintu, tp dy g keliatan kaget. Mungkin dy tw gw bakal dtg kali, g tw lah. Gw langsung deketin dy, cium dahinya trus duduk d pangkuannya. Astagaaaaaa, dy msh pake celana seragam kiper! Atasnya sh emg cm tinggal dalemannya aja.
A : “I’m proud of what u did couple hours ago.”
Iker cm ngehela napas, MBFH : “kamu banggain apa? Qt kalah telak, aku kebobolan 6 kali.”
A : “kalah ato menang, itu cm mslh hasil. After all, that was a very great match. U did the excellent job as a keeper, n I’m proud of u. Hey, let’s not think about the result. Aku tw qt kalah, tp Real Madrid maen bgs bgt, beneran dh. Tim kamu, bener2 all out semalem, very classy.”
MBFH : “apa gunanya classy klu akhirnya kalah. What we have fought trough the last 18 game, come to an end.”
A : “g perlu nyesel sweetpie, musim ini mungkin punya mereka, tp inget musim kmrn u’re the champion! Every team must have its ups and downs. Msh ada musim brikutnya, yg pasti beda situasi dan kondisinya, tergantung presiden baru nantinya. There’s always a hope in every situation.”
MBFH : “Losing the way we did is very painful. Barcelona are a great team and little more can be said. Congratulations to them. Despite getting off to a good start, Barcelona dominated the match. I am saddened because we have working very hard. I think Barça was sensational. They are a great team and nothing can be done against them. There are still twelve points in play, so let's see what happens. Madridista fans can demand a lot from their players when up against a team like Barcelona in the Bernabeu, but little more. We couldn't stop the never-ending movement by Xavi and Iniesta.”
Iker terus ngacak2 kepala gw, MBFH : “makasih y baby, udh dtg. I really need u. tdnya aku mw langsung k London secepatnya, tp aku udh g punya tenaga lg.”
MBFH : “apa, sugarpie?”
A : “aku g nangis lho smlm. Aku g down, aku g kecewa sama sekali waktu ntn El Clasico. Anehnya lg, I really enjoy it. Last night game was a very interesting one!”
Iker cm ketawa aja dengernya, dy tw bgt waktu El Clasico pertama gw terpuruknya kaya apa. Gw nangis seharian, mata gw bengkak, pokonya lbh parah dh dari yg maen bolanya sndri! Hehehe…
A : “tp klu kamu setuju, kau bs ko pasang bom d Nou Camp, qt ledakin dr sini. Hihihi… gmn?”
Iker cengar cengir aja denger gw setengah ngelindur.
MBFH : “jgn ngaco honey, sjk kpn kamu jd kriminal gini?”
A : “itu mwnya baby C ko sweetpie, aku ngidam nh. Ngidam ngbom Nou Camp. Hahaha…”
MBFH : “dasar y, bawa2 baby C lg. anak aku pst g kriminal gini, kamu aneh2 aja.”
A : “iiiih, knp sh g pada percaya smw sama aku? E jg sering blg gt tuh. Dy sk g percaya aku ngidam yg aneh2.”
MBFH : “emg kamu pernah ngidam yg aneh apa, babe?”
A : “aaaaaaaah… hmm, macem2 dh. Eh, aku siapin air bwt berendam y? kamu hrs mandi dulu sana, liat tuh msh ada rumput2 yg nempel d lutut, celana, ma tangan.”
Truuuuuuuuus, gw kabur dh k kmr mandi demi menghindari pertanyaan aneh2 lg... Hehehe…
Love, A…
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