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ada ga yang nyobain past life regression dan lo jadi budak di kehidupan lo di masa lalu .. apa cuma gue doang
aku mau cerita .... aight so it was the 1800s or smth, the moment i opened my eyes gue nunduk liat ke bawah n felt the ground beneath me,, o ternyata gue nyeker. ok. when i looked up i found that gue lagi di KEBUN PISANG ... rambut gue disanggul, gue pake kebaya && bawa keranjang
keranjangnya isinya herbs yang habis gue petik karena disuruh sama âhead maidâ disitu .. sebenernya ga budak2 amat sih soalnya kebaya gue itungannya masih bagus dan gak lusuh?
cuma ya gue punya majikan i was working for a dutch house .. a dutch family ... kayaknya several, sih bc the house was BIG big like imagine bank indonesia VIBENYA KAYAK GITU
kayak dulu status gue pribumi or something. balik ke KEBON PISANG, cowo yang jalan di depan gue looked nice. feeling yang gue dapet sih status dia tinggi, like bokapnya bangsawan or something. pake blangkon selop etc pokoknya jawa banget .. dan kelihatan well-groomed dan mahal
meski [pribumi] gitu kan
and he was my lover or sum shit .. cuz iâd sneak out n meet him n heâd make up excuses to come see me/go with me to places or to run errands kayak errand kebon pisang
n when i tell you our relationship brought me pain ... it fucking DID .. kalo jujur sih it was kinda toxic tapi kita bergantung pada satu sama lain whenever we meet each other in that brief range of time untuk âkaburâ dari segala penat yang dirasa cuz we had each other
karena pada akhirnya when i got beaten up ditendangin sama the dutch guy who lived there IN FRONT OF MY MAID FRIENDS dia cuma ngelihatin dari jauh and walked past WHILE MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH ME .. when i tell you that shit hurted ......
padahal he had the power to stop the guy .. gila sakit banget gue kayak cuma bisa ngomong âmaaf tuanâ sambil berusaha keras banget buat ga nangis tp liat LAKI GUE kayak GITU lgsg ambyar
men r shit
i died a peaceful death, though. i didnât endure all that pain for nothing. i remembered the road to my place, kanan kiri sawah. iâd lived in a joglo-styled house with a bunch of other women whose husband either died in battle, unmarried, or their husband was âawayâ
i was OLD old. keknya i was the oldest among all the women who lived there. we were all sitting by a gazebo/pendopo yg kl kesitu mesti ngelewatin sawah, n view belakang tuh danau/sungai gt .. pretty as fuck. milah-milah cabe, sayur. ngobrol. terus gue senderan n died like that...
bener-bener adem, damai banget gue meninggalnya. dan meninggalnya karena faktor usia aja, bukan karena sakit keras atau dibunuh or anything like that
yaudah. end of thread. that was the result of my past life regression meditation
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