Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I Shared My Love with Kim (Part I)

(The refraction of a true story)


“Vi! Viola!”
“Yes, Mom?” Vi closed her door immediately at the moment she came up and answered her mother as if she’s hiding something in her room.
“Did I miss someone coming?” asked her mother who was passed her door by chance.
“Kim.”
“Your friend from Miami?”
Vi nodded.
“Why didn’t I notice her coming? Or maybe she didn’t want to see your mom just to say hi?”
“She’s tired, Mom.”
“Was she just landing from Miami?” Vi’s mother was frowning.
“No, uhm, she’s coming ‘bout five months ago. She just has time for visiting us right now.”
Vi’s mother just took a long breath and leave her daughter.
Vi went back her room and found Kim looked at a photograph she just found on the floor.
“I thought we’re friend,” said Vi.
“Course, you’re more than just a friend. You’re like my sister,” Kim answered.
Vi stared at Kim with her cold and flat expression.
“Wait! You’re upset because I looked at his picture, right?” asked Kim.
“Not at all.”
“So, why are you so mad?” Kim had no idea.
“I’m not mad, Kim,” Vi took the photograph from Kim’s hand. “Even I’ve told you that I would let him belongs to nobody. Yet if I had to, the one should be you, no exception,” said Vi staring down Kim’s eyes.
“You’ve told me that a thousand times, that you allow me to have him. No, Vi, I mean, I was never made for him. It’s only you. And if there are two women who deserve to him, they should be you and you,” Kim emphasized.
“Then you should stop hurting me,” seemed Vi brought her friend to another direction.
“What? I never hurt you!” Kim had no idea about what they were talking about. “Why you think I’m hurting you?!”
“You know, I always get crush on him in every single breath of mine,” Vi didn’t straightly answer her friend’s question.
“Andry? Sure. You know I’ve always been your biggest supporter to keep you near with him. And I always will be, Vi,” Kim uttered.
“Then stop hurting him! I don’t want you to harm his life again.”
Kim was speechless.
“Have you ever thought that everytime you hurt him, you know, you only brought me so much more pain. You successfully tortured me and always got me close to death,” Viola’s eyes were watery.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean... listen, all I did all along is to make him sees that you’re always there for him, that you are the only one deserves to him ever. And…”
“By paying some guys to kill him, ruin his job till he got fired?” Vi was pretty mad. She didn’t even let her friend finished her words, yet she tried her best to chill herself.
“Vi, I always told everything to you, so you could help him like usually. I designed all of these stuffs because I had to make him depends on you! He’s gonna love you, believe me!” Kim convinced her.
“Kim, you gotta stop it,” Vi begged.
“I’m sorry, I can’t… I must do this for you. I don’t wanna see you like this forever, Vi.”
“Like what?”
“You know what.”

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Me, Shinchan, and Cinderella

People around me were in minor key, where they had a lump in each throat of them about the same disaster that’s caused by a person. It drove me mad honestly. Not only because I was one of them, but also all the bad things at bad time. Alright, seemed I got double allotment, guys…
I really wanted to boohoo (Arrroooo, like a wolf), but I didn’t. Nor did I try to tell anybody ‘bout this feeling, for I guessed “there’s nothing to explain if no one heard”. I was exactly standing by myself on a stage corner shined by the footlight. It reminded me ‘bout a scene on Shinchan cartoon serial. He, Shinchan, was so desperate that time, yet I laughed over and thought how came that serial’s been so theatrical. Then, I was sorry for Shinchan. I just felt what you felt.
Guess I might not ask you if you had seen Cinderella story. Just know it, that girl (I mean Cinderella) was so much lucky than me. I was just like her, but I lost my shoes’ pair before I proved something to the Charming, or if I was a guy, I must be a guy who was making his princess a big boat that had to be finished before the dawn but all the woods he got were burnt down in front of his eyes, and nothing’s left. It’s painful.
I was down, down, and down. Feeling like a star-crossed damsel (then I praised “Astaghfirullah...”). Yet I believed a thing, guys, I would have a good reason for this stuff.