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Saturday, March 7, 2009

“Jay please listen, this is important!”

He stopped walking and turned around. Finally. For the last couple days I have been trying to tell him about this. But he always said, ‘can we talk about it later?’ or ‘I’m very tired’ or ‘I still have a lot of things to do’ or thousands other reasons.

“This better be really important, ‘cause I have an important meeting at eight”, he said.

“Can we sit down for a while? I…”

“Just say it”

“I’d rather telling you this while we sit and..”

“Just say it”

I have made him stop to listen to me. Do I need to push him to sit down, but then he would walk away instead of listening to what I am about to say?

I took one deep breathe, “I am pregnant”

I knew I wouldn’t find a smiling happy face. But still I was disappointed when I didn’t see it. He opened his mouth, not saying a word. But his eyes asked questions, “What? Are you kidding? Are you crazy? Do you realize what you are talking about?”

I didn’t need to hear anything. He opened the door, got out, and slammed it, left me standing facing it.

***

Pregnant.

Years ago it would have been a good reason. It would make a guy you were crazy about and dying loving, but didn’t love you that much, willing to marry you. You wouldn’t care about what happen next. You could see a divorce right after a baby born. But you always thought you could still hope it wouldn’t happen.

A pregnant would make your parents let a guy you were crazy about and dying loving, and loved you the same 0r more; but they didn’t like, to marry you. You would hope a baby would defrost the ice between you and your parents, and more babies would make them finally see you and your guy were meant to be.

I made myself believe I could use the same reason to make Jay stay. Marriage has been so plain in the last year – if you are too afraid to call it bitter. This house, and me, were no longer home to Jay. I meant, he still came here to go home, and nowhere else. But conversations didn’t go further than ‘where’s my shirt’ or ‘good night’ or ‘I won’t be home for dinner’ or ‘I have to go’.

I couldn’t see what was wrong with us. Things were so good in our first years. He didn’t want children until he reached manager level. Now he has, but still he told me to wait a ‘little more time until we have our life settled’. We never talked about how ‘settled’ was to him or to me. I could take whatever life we had but he still had plans.

I still tried to think positive, until few months ago when we both were ready for bed. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Listened to his heart beat as I always liked to do.

Dee, do you still love me?”

I raised my head and looked at him, “What did you just ask me? Off course I still do”

“I’m sorry. Just asking”

He took his arms off me and turned around, and slept. Or, pretended to.

***

It was date 17 last month. We were having a candle light dinner I have arranged two weeks before. A 5th marriage anniversary should be romantic. I did my best cooking and dressing. Jay, as I asked, got home earlier from work.

He sat across the table. I took his hand and waited for flowers and glittery hearts falling around us. But the love song I played from the CD sounds like a choir of a group of cows. Air freshener lost its power. And I felt so dummy.

“This won’t work, Dee. I’m sorry”, Jay said, and pulled his hand off.

I did my best not to cry. But I couldn’t help my self not to ask why.

“Why, Jay? What has gone wrong? What did I do?”

He shook his head and sighed.

“I don’t know Dee. I can’t tell what is wrong. Or what you did. Nothing’s wrong, and you did nothing. But I just felt this is no longer right. I can no longer feel the comfort staying beside you. I… I… don’t have it no more”

“You don’t have what?”

I wished I hadn’t asked. He didn’t have any feeling for me any more, but he couldn’t tell why.

It just didn’t make sense to me. There is always a reason for everything. I was ready for the worst one. So I wasn’t hurt at all when I, from a corner of a cafe I knew he usually went after work, saw him kissing my best friend.

***

“Please Dee, I can’t”

“I won’t ask for more after this Jay. Make love to me for the last time before you really decide to leave”

Dee, even if I do it, I wouldn’t do it with love, I can’t hurt you that way. I…”

“I don’t care. I will put all my love in it. Please…”

So we did it. I, as I promised, gave all my love through the play. I cried.

“Why are you crying? See? I shouldn’t have done this if it only made you cry”, Jay felt guilty.

“Did you ever hear about tears of happiness?”

He believed they were tears of happiness. But I knew what they exactly were.

We have gone to the marriage counselor these last two weeks. Things didn’t work well, Jay has really lost his eager to stay with me. I couldn’t think of any other way…

***

He was packing his luggage. Nothing left in the closet. And he didn’t say a word.

“Jay…”

He still didn’t answer me.

“Jay please. I was just trying what I could to make you stay. Jay, give me a chance….”

He walked here and there picking up things and put them in his travel back, while I was following behind him, begging him to stay.

“Jay… I thought a baby would be nice. It will make you a daddy… we will be a real family. We can start all over again. I promise…”

He turned back and yelled at me, “Well you thought wrong! Now will you please step back so I can finish packing and leave?”

I stepped back. I sat on the bed edge. I watched him finishing packing. I watched him walking out the room.

I didn’t follow. I didn’t want to see him walk out the door…

*****

for this weeks sundayscribblings prompt: Listen up, because this is important!

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Friday, January 30, 2009

Happy birthday, honey….


I said the words to you, then I kissed your chubby cheek, and I hugged you close and tenderly.

Should have been. That’s how it should have been. At least, that’s how I’ve imagined should have been. But look at what I did then. I said this in front of your gravestone. No birthday cake with candle you’d blow with your tiny mouth. Or the warmth of family sitting together. No laugh, spoil pout, funny look, fussy lips and your cheerful face.

Only red soil heap, piled with a stone, written on with your name, your birthday and your pass away date, which even still in the same year. Pain covered my time and space. Tears, sadness, heartache, sorrow….

I spread out the last grab of flowers I brought. I rubbed your epitaph once again, and I sent you a warm loving kiss.

***

You have become my life since the first second I saw you. More than the time I realized your existence inside me. Yes, finding that you are a part of me that I finally could touch and hold. Seeing you so frail, I had to take care of you, protect you. You have became my everything.

Miracle by miracle you brought to my eyes has filled my life and my heart. Endear me, eager to always give you the best, to sacrifice. To give you anything you wish, nothing no for you.

I could still hear you laughing. Your innocent eyes that wouldn’t let me let you hurt. Your humbly mumbling, but I could understand what you desired.

I could still remember every single movement you made, from the simple one, to your first ever step. How you slowly rose up. Then you looked at me who was few steps away. You looked at me like trying to say,’ Mommy, I’m coming to you. Reach for me, don’t let me fall…’ So I reached to you and you move slightly. One step, one more step... faster…. Faster… until you hit me. I hugged you as a congratulations for you effort, and you looked at me with shiny eyes, ‘I did it… I did it…’

I never thought it was the beginning of your end. As you walked more steady and stable, you desire became stronger. You wanted to stop crawling. And you wanted to explore more, to satisfy you curiosity of everything you see, and everything you wanted to see.

***

I stared at you photo again, with the wild flower crown I made for you. The flowers we picked from the garden behind our house. You stood still and let me put it on. Your puffy tiny nose, tell me that you are the most beautiful girl in the world.

‘beauty, na…’

‘Yes, my dear. Na beautiful…’

You, are the most beautiful princess in the world. You are the world to me. Your pass away have grabbed my world, that have became alive with your presence, it grabbed even my whole life before it….

I looked away to the street, through the opened front door. I regret, though I know it is no use, the day I let it open and left you play here alone in this room, while I was preparing water to bathe you. I could still clearly hear the wheels squeaking, and a neighbor screaming.

Frantically I ran out the house and screamed, seeing your little body laid right before that white sedan’s nose, splashed some red on it. My sight suddenly darkened…

I hold your picture tighter close to my chest and feel the pain again. Losing you, my little angel. Everybody told me not to blame myself, but how can I tell myself the same?. Today you should have been one year old. I never wanted to make a big party, with balloons filling the room, or guests bringing presents. I only wanted to be with you, and your dad, thank God for all blesses He gave us, and wish for more to fall over…

I tried to face the reality. But I still can not stop these tears from overflowing each time I remember you, and I remember you in every single beat of my heart….

Happy birthday, Na….

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for this week's sundayscribblings prompt: regrets

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Friday, January 2, 2009

live amazes me every time...

for this week's sundayscribblings prompt, for richer or poorer

Part one


Live amazes me

Like this time. I sat before this amazing bike. It is pink and white with a bell on its right handle. And a basket in front of it, with a picture of a girl wearing pink dress and holding a basketful of wild flowers.

I turned the pedal forward, the back wheel was turning, hypnotizing.

This bike was a present for being upgraded. Not for me, but for Enny.

***

Enny was my neighbor. She was such a lucky girl. Her parents were rich, and she was the only kid. They lived in the big house in front of ours.

I mean, our house was big. But it was still unfinished. The wall was naked, the windows didn’t have glasses, but covered by multiplex. The floor wasn’t concrete or ceramics or wood. It was soil. My dad was still trying to collect more money to finish our house.

Enny’s house was a castle to me. It has two pillars at the front. The windows were wide and all had glass blocked. That’s how our windows would be like, my father said. The curtains were double. First layer was white transparent, the outer layer was glittery and smooth. The floor was shiny and cold. That’s where I and Enny played every time after school.

Enny was a very kind friend. She shared everything she had with me. Her dolls, her cooking toys, her magazines.

She lent me a harmonica. She couldn’t play it but she had the manual book and let me read it. We would be happy if I found a notation of a song and play it. Our favorit song was a Japanese, Kokoronotomo. We didn’t know the words, at all. It just sound good and soft.

In the living room, she had a grand piano. It was kinda weird to me, since nobody in that big house could play it. I wanted to try but wasn’t allowed.

“My Dad said you can play anything I have, but that one”, Enny said.

“It’s. okay, En. It must be so expensive. I’m afraid I would break it, my father wouldn’t be able to pay the reparation bill”

I felt lucky enough to have some of her used dresses. They all were still beautiful, even better than my new ones, dresses that my mother bought in a traditional market.

***

Enny sat across the pink bike and let me admire it.

“Can I borrow it, please?”, I asked, hopefully.

“Sure. But I will try first, you can try after me”, oh wasn’t she an angel?

“Yes. I won’t go far. I will only ride until that cross and turn back. Then we could ride together around the village, what do you think? I will use my own bike”

She nodded.

My bike was just as big as hers. But it was a used one, when my father brought it to me as a new bike. He bought it from a friend. My bike was red, but it’s been faded and turned into brown in some parts. My Father bought a bell and put it on. But it doesn’t have a basket like Enny’s. And the chain cover was gone. But it’s ok, my chain loosen a lot. A case would be an inconvenient to me when I had to fix it up.

Live Amazes me every time.

Enny got this bike for her upgraded from 3rd to 4th. I’ve been the 1st rank since my first report to the last during my three years in elementary school, but my father never gave me any present as an award.

I knew exactly how our condition was. And I would never protest. My father was just a labor while Enny’s father was a governor’s officer. But I was just an eight year old girl, with a jealousy that some times came out, if only Enny wasn’t that kind to me.


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Part two.

Live amazes me.

Like this time.

A sunny Sunday morning. As my habit I had made, I visit my father at least once a month. I and Dad were sitting in front of our house. The house was now perfect, at least at father's measurement. The walls were covered. The windows had glasses, and the floor was covered with ceramic tile

Enny came out of her house. She smiled at me and said. “Morning, Nil. When did you come?”

I walked closer to the fence so I didn’t have to yell answering her.

“Last night. Where are you going?”

“See my shop”

“Oh, the cafe. How is it going?”

“What café? It’s just a coffee shop. Almost zero visitor. I guess I’ll have to close it in a mean time. But as long as it is open, I have to run it, right?”

I nodded and waved my hand as she went away with her motor bike

I looked at the house and try to remember when was the last time I explored farther than guest room. It is still big. The curtains have been changed. But I really had no idea what was more inside.

Since I was in high school, I had less time interacting with Enny. I was too busy. Busy studying. My father promised me, I could go to college but only if I got scholarship. Of course, my father wouldn’t have money to pay my study in university without it. And busy working as a part timer, because I needed more money to buy books and all my needs.

My father has retired four years ago. I have finished studying and so has my little sister. I’ve got married and work at a lawyer firm with my husband. And I have two wonderful children.

Enny has finished colleging too. But still hasn’t got a job. She hasn’t got married, more over having children. And she still lives with her father who has retired two years before my father. She opened a café, I can barely remember when. But she said it didn’t give enough benefits. She kept running it just to give her something to do. She just said that she might have to close it.

“I often feel sad about that friend of yours”, Dad said, I get sat back beside him.

“Why?”

“Can’t you see?”

“I might see it, but in other way”

“How do you see it?”

I raised my shoulders.

“I can not explain it exactly. It’s just… ugh… how live has turned upside down. I used to feel jealous to Enny when I was kid”

“Do you think Enny’s the one who is feeling jealous to you now??”

“I’m not saying that. But, seeing how she is now… “ I shook my head again, ” I’d rather be who I was and who I am now. I was poor then, but I can have all I need now. More than I’ve ever hoped for, more than my child hood dream”

“What was your child hood dream?”

“My kids to have a better live than I had”

“Has it been?”

“It has been, a lot”

Live amazes me. Like now. My younger kid run while laughing, and ploughed into my lap.

“Diane Mom… Diane...”

Behind her, Diane, my eldest, run over and hugged her from back.

“Hey… hey… what is this...?”, I asked.

“Diane wanted to kiss me with her nose..”

“What is wrong with that?”

“She put dried snot on it....”

I held Diane’s chin and raised her face up. Oh, I could see a big one. How gross. I flicked it away and she spontaneously looked for it.

We all haw-hawed.

I pierced to the house across the street. The house, that I didn’t know why, has lost its grace beyond my eyes. All my child hood memories of its luxury have faded away with time.

My live now is far below the glory that once overshadowed that house. But really, happiness, in the end, wasn’t all about it, at all.

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Saturday, December 20, 2008

a cloudy saturday afternoon

for this weeks sundayscribbling's prompt, late

In the middle of a schoolyard, in the edge of the village, a group of boys were playing baseball. The sun was about to fall to the horizon line, but the game was in the climax. The hitter group almost had their players run home. Pitik the last hitter, hit the ball so strong, straight to Bayu's hand. Bayu held the ball, but he suddenly frozen. The supporter out of the area screamed and shouted, told him to do something with the ball.

“Yu! Over here! Throw the ball to me!!”, shouted Wawan who was standing next to the last base.

But Bayu just stood there still.

His friends screamed at him again. The other group players have one by one touched all the bases.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four runners run across the home line. Only Pitik left to touch the last base.

“Bayu! Stop daydreaming! The ball the ball the ball…!!!” his friends started to get mad.

Bayu haw. He threw the ball to Wawan who caught it right and ready to stop Pitik.

Bayu didn't care about the ball anymore, he didn't care about his friends, he didn't care about the game. He run like a thunder, left the field straight to his house. Left Wawan completely dazed. Left Pitik who was still running to the last base and did a home run.

Pitik and his group cheered and jumped for their winning in the last inning. The ball was still in Wawan's hand, fixed in enchantment of their defeat He slammed the ball to the ground, no mercy. “Stupid Bayu!. Crazy boy! What is wrong with him?”

***

Bayu kept running like a ghost was chasing behind him. He turned twice, run over a bridge, scattered a bunch of chicken, let Mbah Tumi shouted, “Yu! why are you running like that…?”

Dad's come, I can't be late. Dad's come, I can't be late. Dad's come, I can't be late.

Those words echoed in his head. His step got slower as he got into the street in front of his house, slower as he entered his house gate, and stopped few feet before the door.

He stood still, stared in. It was so quite.

Slowly he stepped into the wide quite living room. He continued walking entered the living room with the same situation he caught. Doubtfully he opened the west room, it hasn't been open for a long time.

Dark. Musty. And there was nobody. No sound, only his ruffle breath after running along the way home.

Bayu turned around and walked to the kitchen. Grandma was fixing the wood and blowing the fire in the stove.

“Mbah…”, he called his granny gently. Still she was a little bit shocked.
“Hey, Yu… I didn't hear you coming. What is wrong with you?"

Bayu walked approaching Grandma in sat next to her.

“Where's Dad?”

Grandma put the wood down, wiped his hands on her ashy skirt, and stroke her beloved grandson's head tenderly.

“Your Dad is still in Lombok, Yu…”
“But I felt he was coming. I felt he was at home, and brought me lot of presents…”

Grandma grabbed Bayu into her arms.

“No, Yu. He's not coming yet”

Bayu cuddled up. Tears started to fall over his face.

“When will he be home, Mbah?”
“In three months, dear. Be patient okay..”
“I miss Dad, Mbah..”
“I know, darling. But your Dad has to work and gain money there. Be patient, in three months he will come and bring you a lot of presents…”

Bayu cried. His shoulders shook.

“Do you want to read your dad's letters again?”

Bayu shook his head, then got up and waked to his room.

He stared at a picture that's always been there on his desk. Dad, Mom, him.

Right after his parents got married, they went to find a job in Lombok. Bayu was born there and stayed with them for couple of years. But since he was five, his Dad sent him here to this village to accompany his lonely Grandma. Dad and Mom visited him twice a year.

These past two years, only Dad comes visit him every six months, Mother has died caused by breast cancer. These past two years, his Dad is the only one he waits for.

Bayu tried to remember again, and yes Dad has come three months ago. So Grandma was right, he has to wait for another three months.

He heard the sound of holy Al-Qur’an from the mosque behind the house as the dawn was falling. Maghrib is coming. Bayu put the picture back to the table, and went out to take a bath. He would go to the mosque to do sholat maghrib. After that he would pray to Allah, for Dad's health, so he could come and see him in three months...

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Friday, November 14, 2008

The stranger I've known

for this week's prompt in suncayscribblings, stranger
and I'm not worried about my bad English :D


***

The second our eyes met, time stopped. And I saw thousands fireworks sparkling, becoming an amazing background to a wonderful sight, as he walked to my direction in a slow motion. “Hi, I am Yusril’, he raised his hand to me.

“Kia”, I gave my hand to welcome his.

In my hart, I was still grumbling to the man who has sent me to this time and place. A Training for Health Database Management.

“But Sir, this is about health” I said.

“Yes, it is about working on health database. But what is required here is ability in using computer. That’s all.”, Mr. Heru tried to convince me.

“I don’t understand computer that much. All I can do is operating some programs”

“Oh that’s fine. We don’t need programmers. The program’s been built. This training is for trainer to work on the programs, which is about health data base management”

Mr. Heru isn’t my direct boss. He is the chief from the next room department, who has asked permission from my boss, to let me join this training, on his advice. Unfortunately, (or fortunately?) my boss said ‘yes’. “I like to see my kids improve themselves,” he said. O yeah, of course.

“Ratna said she wanted to go,” I still tried to find a reason for me not to go. Five days. If only the training would be held in one or two days, I’ll be glad to. But I never left my daughter Tiara, that long.

“O , I knew it. If I asked her, I’m sure she’ll say yes right then. But I prefer you to go. This training is a national level. We bring our institution’s name. There’s no way I will send Ratna”

“What is wrong with Ratna anyway?”

Ah, no need to answer, I already knew. She would be too busy hunting for men than concentrating on the training.

Now look at what’s happening here. This is a training for health database management. But aren’t we supposed to understand the components of the data? The first sessions was to generalize the perceptions of those. Mother’s mortality, baby’s mortality, K1, K4, preg-mom…

The training participants are doctors, nurses, midwives, masters in society health… I’m the only engineer. Along the session, I kept in silence.

“Kia, say something. Come on, what are you thinking?” the moderator of my discussion group tried to dig something from me.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m trying to figure out some thing. These problems are much too complicated for me. My knowledge about this is just too shallow. This shallow”, I made a space of an inch with my thumb and my point finger, “What is K1? I don’t know what K1, K4 are. What I know is K-225. That’s a concrete mix with the pressure capacity of 225 kilograms per square centimeters”.

No body could hold them selves not to laugh. And they made a nickname for me: K1 engineer.

***

Day two lunch. Yusril was having the dessert for this meal time.

“Why are you using your left hand to eat?” I asked.

The answer sounded like an echo to words in my head.

“I think I am basically left handed. But old people were right hand oriented. The said left hand wasn’t right. So it’s kind of something I was pushed to. I finally write with my right hand, so badly. But I play badminton with my left hand. I do hard things such is hammering, sawing, with left hand too”

“I don’t mind to do thing with left hand, but I think you still should eat using your right hand”

“When there are spoon and fork, I’d hold the spoon with my right hand. But if there only a spoon, it will end up like this”, he showed me a little spoon he was holding.

You don’t have to explain, I already knew.

***

Third day, after visiting the people in the village, which was so tiring because we needed to walk to reach the house of the pregmoms (finally I understood the meaning: pregnant mom), we had to go right back to our class to work on the data we took. So we turned on our notebooks.

I peaked a little to Yusril’s wallpaper. A family photo. Him, a beautiful lady carrying a baby like 10 months old, and a boy of 7 years old who was so proudly showing his plane toy.

“Your family?”

Yusril nodded. I felt strange. I don’t know about this. I waited for a moment, may be some visions of Yusril family will come. But it didn’t happen.

***

Dinner.

I knew he would get some shrimp. ”my favorite”, He showed me the biggest one.

“I know”

“How do you know?”

Ya, how do I know? I just knew it. I knew you like shrimp. And I knew you don’t like football. I knew your shoulder was once wounded when you were playing badminton, that made you had to stop doing that sport. But I don’t know how I knew it all. I knew it, that’s all. I knew everything about you, except your name, which I knew because you mentioned it in our first met.

***

It was almost midnight. I was still watching television in my hotel room. National programs. This hotel doesn’t have Cable TV, I can not watch CNN, AXN, HBO, Cartoon Network…

I grabbed the remote controller and turned it off. I laid down and tried to get some sleep. I was so tired but could not close my eyes. I kept thinking about Yusril. No, its not Yusril I was thinking of. But me, how suddenly I knew everything about him. I really didn’t understand. I was so sure I never met him before.

My cell phone rang. Sindhu.

“Hi honey, still awake?”

“I’m trying to sleep. What about you?”

“Soon. I’m still watching a film. How was the day? Tired?”

“Quite. We did a field trip today”

“Take a rest. I don’t want you to be sick”

“OK”

“Good night Kia, Love you”

“Good night, Sindhu, love you too”

I usually called Sindhu. I didn’t know why I forgot to. The day was so crowded. And my head was full of my can-not –understood thought about Yusril…

***

Last day. A tour. Beach. Nothing I like more than beaches. I love beaches. Especially the clean ones. So I could walk barefoot along the sandy shore. And felt the waves came over and splashed on me. And the cool wind blew my hair. Some times it was too strong I had to struggle to stay standing.

But this time we sat. Afar from the water, under the palm tree. Yusril was sitting beside me, holding a cola can he bought from an old lady who didn’t stop following us

“Kia, I wanted to asked you some questions. But I apologize if it made you feel uncomfortable”

“What is it?”

“Have we ever met?”

“I don’t think so. Why?”

He took a breath, and went on.

“Where did you spend your childhood?”

Malang, you?”

Bandung”, of course, the answer was just another echo in my head.

“So we’re not childhood friends”

“No”

“But why do I feel I’ve known you?”

I looked at him. I looked into his eyes and found confusions as I was feeling.

“Oh really? Why are you feeling that way?”

“Suddenly I know everything about you. I know what you like and what you don’t. I know your habits. I know everything. This kind of… bothering”

I could not say a word.

“Kia, forgive me, but can I see your back?”

“Yus, you know it’s indecent”

“Ya, ya, I know. I’m sorry. Just tell me then. Do you have a scar, there, cut with a knive by your sister when you both were playing cooking?”

Oh my God. What’s happening to us? I drooped. I felt like I’ve known this guy all my life. A stranger I met few days ago.

“Kia. Answer me”

“Do I have to? I believe you already knew it, though I don’t know how”

“Are you experiencing this strange feeling too?”

“Ya”

For a while we didn’t say a thing. Drown in our own thought. Trapped and mixed up in confusions

“Kia”

“Ya?”

“I wanted to tell you this, but I was afraid I might upset you”

“Just say it. I think whatever you wanted to say, is already stick in my head”

“I don’t know why I feel I’ve known you, to the details. And this is so confusing. I mean, we really never met before, did we?”

“I don’t thing you know me to all details”

“What do you mean?”

“I know your knowledge about me stop at a point of time. You don’t know anything about my husband, my daughter, my marriage. You know nothing about my life after I got married”

“Is that what you…” he didn’t continue his sentence, he didn’t need to.

“What’s happening, Yus?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. What confused me most, and made me so not comfortable at the same time, is, the feeling that, I don’t know when, some time in our past, you are… my wife”

I stared at him. I never thought he would be able to say that.

“I only got married once. With Sindhu, my present husband”

“I know. I also got married once, with Dewi, my present wife. I just don’t understand. I… I….”

Suddenly my tears fell down my face. I didn’t know what tears were those. A huge happiness filled my heart. A happiness cause I felt like I’ve found some one I’ve been waiting for, for hundred years. Hundred years…. Oh I’m 27 and I felt a longing paid off after hundred years! But at the same time I felt pain. This guy was surely nobody. He was just a guy who came to me few days ago, raised his hand and said his name.

I laid my head on his chest. Closed my eyes. But I didn’t sleep. I could feel him kissing my hair. May be he thought I was sleeping. Or he knew I wasn’t so he did that? I didn’t care. I only wanted to stay in that moment, a moment I didn’t know if I will ever have a chance to find again or not.

I’ll go home and back to Sindhu tomorrow, and may be I’ll just forget all this weirdness. Or I'll keep thousands questions stay in my head.

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Friday, October 31, 2008

the wait

warning, before continue reading, let me first apologize for every mistake I might make, writing in English. I'm just an Indonesian who loves to write...

this is for sundayscribblings this week's prompt, scandalous


Her agitation was raising up. She could no longer count how many times she sat, and stood, and sat again , and stood again. On the edge of the bed, on the chair in the living room, in the guest room…. Walking here and there from her room to the kitchen. Then back to her room again. Turned on the tv, to l eave it to stand next to the window. Then went back to the room an turned off the tv. And sat again

She looked at her phone cell. It didn’t ring. No calls nor messages. She checked out every five minutes. But off course still nothing. Because if there was any, that thing would have rang. She thought may be her phone was error. SO she turned it off and opened the case. She took the battery, and the chip. She cleaned them although she knew they weren’t dirty. She put them on, and turned it on. And checked again like every minute, but nothing changed.

She grabbed a novel she bought few days ago. There are times reading could kill time. But some times it doesn’t help at all. Like this time. Her fingers have opened few pages, but then she realized, nothing has got into her head. Not even passed by. SO she started from the last point she could remember. Again and again. Her eyes were reading, but her heart and mind were flying away……

She look at the clock on the south wall, right in front of the chair she was sitting on.. Why did she feel it didn’t move? Was it broken? So she looked at her watch, it showed exactly the same. The clock on her phone cell showed two minutes earlier. Forgivable deviation. So the clock was not broken, there was no way all clocks in this house were broken.


***

Dina realized who she was. Her position. Her situation. This was her choice, and she understood all the consequences.

Dina also realized who Juna was. His position. His situation. And this was a part of her choice.
Juna once reminded her about this.
“I just want to make sure you understand the situation”
“I knew it all, Jun. Every single thing”
“Not just knowing, but understanding”
“I understand”
“The choice we made, the consequences…”
“I unerstand that too, and I will face it”

Juna stared at the woman’s eyes. There sadness, surrender, hopes, and indescribable love. Dina stared at the man. There are pity, protection, promises and abundant affection.

“I only wish for your happiness, Din. If this will just hurt you, I will surely refuse to do”
“What made you think I will suffer? My happiness may not bo complete. But if you leave me, you will just take it all away, and nothing left for me”


They never stop communicating. Juna called and sent messages any time he could. From jokes to sigh. From seduction to anger. Ah no... he never was angry. May be he was, but he never showed it. He always said, “It’s ok…”. It was Dina who some times sulked. But Dina always remind her self not to, because it was a part of the consequences of her choice. Juna never talked about it though.

Dina knew exactly who Juna was. His activities as a big businessman has left so many littla time for them to meet. Because, even for his first wife, Juna only had so limited time. Juna run his business from Jakarta, While his wife and three children lived in Yogya. Juna never styed in the same place in a day. In the morning he was in Ciputat, at the afternoon he called he sent a message telling he was on the way to Bogor. Mid night when Dina said good night, Juna may be in Jakarta again, preparing for a meeting the next day.

But physically, Dina had to accept that Juna’s time for her is almost not there. Her days waiting, some times only paid off with one hour or two being together. And she accepted it.

***

Like today. She’s been waiting for two weeks, and Juna said they could meet today. He is having a meeting in bogor. He said before his flight to Yogya, he would meet her. When Juna said it is a meeting, Dina would never called him. He would let her know when he’s done.

But it’s been four hours since the last message Juna sent before the meeting. Dina wanted to remind Juna, could he forget. No, he never did. But four hours... he never did a meeting this long. Dina didn’t want to upset him. No, Juna would not be up set. He will just answer shortly: Still in meeting, I’ll call you. Luv you.


Suddenly Dina shocked by the vibration of her phone cell. Juna! No. It’s her mother. Not that she wasn’t happy her mother called, but she was hoping for Juna’s call.

“Halo, Dina?”
“Halo Mother”
“I just finished shopping in Pasar Minggu. I’m about to go home, Can I stop by?”
“Not now, Ibu..”
“Why? Ah… Is Juna there?”
“Mm… yeah…”
“I also want to meet him”
“You did once…”
“It was so long ago”
“Mother, I don’t want to be selfish. But Juna’s time for me is so little. He has to fly toYogya at five. If you come here we won’t be able to…” Dina pretended she was shy to continue.
“Ok, I understand. I’ll go straight home then”
“I’m sorry Mother. Soon as Juna go, I’ll visit you, I promise”
“NO need to hurry”
Quite for a while
“Din, I’m glad he visits you”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean, dear. I’ve always worried that he wouldn’t give you enough time. I can’t imagine how would you be if he desert you”
“Mother, what are you talking about? No body deserted me. Do you want to talk to Juna?”, her beats fast when she offered this. She was afraid the her mother would say yes, but no, she said,
“No thanks. Just tell him I said hello. Be good, ok?”
“Yes, mother”

***

Dina took a deep breath, relieved. She laid down on her bed. Then cuddled up holding her phone. Tears she’s been holding while having conversation with her mother, shed right at the time. Lying to cover her pain, is much more painful than the pain it self.

No, mother. Juna is not here. I’m just waiting for him to come. And I don’t want yo to see me like this. If it was not because my love to Juna, I would call all my willing to hold on, an insanity…


Her mother would never accept if her daughter is left. They’ve talked about this also, before. She almost said no, when Dina told her she wanted to marry Juna.

“Being the second wife is not easy. Moreover with his first wife not knowing about this”
“I know that, mother. But I won’t ask for too much. Juna will not give her wife less than before either. I don’t want to hurt other woman’s feeling. I’m ready for whatever I will have to face”
And her mother hugged her tight.

***

A knock on the front door woke her up from her thoughts about her mother. She hurry up wiped her tears. Juna should not se her crying. Few steps forward, Dina went back to the bath room. Tissue paper is not enough to wipe this. She washed her face, and walked to open the door.
And this was who stood in front of her . a young man with a flower bouquet for her.

“Miss Dina? Mister Arjuna sent you this”, He smiled as he was happy too, for a flower full of love for lovers.
“Thank you very much”, she brought the flowers in. she read the card between the flowers: ‘for my rainbow, with all love, Juna’


With all questions, doubt, disappointment and hopes mixed up in her heart, Dina put the bouquet into a big glass filled with water. Dina didn’t have any vase. This was the first time Juna sent flowers.

The phone rang, this time from Juna. Dina look at the clock before she picked it up. It’s 16.20. At five the plane that will take Juna meet her family in Yogya will board. Is Juna there on the way here? Or is he already standing in front of my door and called to play a joke?


“Halo”
“Halo, Dina, dear”, Juna sounds so weary.
“I‘ve been waiting, the meeting was so long”
“Yes. I’m also a little upset about that. It was so hard. I just finished, two hours much longer than I predicted. I thought I could see you before I go to the airport, but it’s almost half to five now. My plane will be boarding at five. I’m in the toll way right now. I’m sorry I didn’t make it. Oh, by the way.. I had a chance to order…. halo… Din?”
“Yeah.. yeah.. I can hear you, Jun. Your flower are here, thank you”
“Oh really? That fast? Do you like it?”
“I do. Beautiful. I was surprised. You never did this before, thank you very much”
She can here Juna sighed out there. Sound like he thought he just did a romantic thing.
“Thank God, I hope it can substitute my presence this time. I’m sorry. I’ll try my best to come some other time”
“Sure, have a nice trip…”
“I’ll call you later”
“yes, don’t forget”
“Din, I love you”
“I know, bye..”

And I love you too, Juna, I love you very much.
Dina hang up the phone. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping the tears wouldn’t flow. But it was no use. This is the real pain. Dina was so afraid that after this she really has to buy a vase, because Juna will often change his presences with flowers……

***

Dina looked at the mirror once again, to make sure there wasn’t any sign she just cried. She has prepared the happiest smile to show to her mother.

“Halo, Mother, Juna has left. I’m going your house now”
“Is Juna driving you?”
“No mother. We are going different ways. He would miss his plane if he has to drive me to you first. I’m taking a taxi”
“Ok, fine. I’m waiting”
“I’m going now. And oh, mother, Juna said ‘hi’ to you”

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Saturday, September 20, 2008

"I'm getting married, Ton", I said

"Oh really? When?"
"In two months"
"Ah, it is still a long time to come"
Well, not to me, Ton. I'm so impatiently waiting.

"So, should I invite you or not?"
"Sure you should"
"And would you come?"
"Of course I will"

A little more conversation and I hang up the phone.

***
Toni was my ex boyfriend.
We had that relationship when we were in high school. One day we had to go to college and we went separate way, we enrolled different universities in different cities. I didn't want to break up. He was still the man I loved and wanted to get married with, that time.
But one day, for one reason, he said we could not go on. He said he was tired of long distance relationship. Well I would say he was tired of me. So we said goodbye.
I'm not a kind of girl who get my heart broken, break down and cry. My life went on. I had boy friends around me, and one day one has become my boy friend, taking Toni's place. He was the boy I was talking about, the one I was about to marry.

***
One day, on my birthday. A postman came to me and handed me a letter, from Toni.
He said (wrote): Happy birthday, dear. I just realized how empty life is without you.

I stood still. You realize some thing's worthy, when it's gone. Now that he's kicked me out, he said life is empty without me?
I had some one who loved me beside me? What he did he think I would do?
So I wrote him back, "I'm sorry, you are too late"
He said he understood, and he told me to hang on with the one I was with. But he still kept calling, and wrote me letters, and visited me.
"Can I at least have you as my sister?"
"That's fine to me"
Things went that way for years...

***

The day came, my wedding.
I kept my eye on the guests. I couldn't see Toni. But later when the event was over, and everybody was in the house, taking some rest after the tiring day, some body knocked the door.

I opened the door and found Hera, Toni's sister with a young man beside him.
"Hi, Hera. What a surprise! Come on in.." I let them come in and had seats.
After some blah blah, I finally asked Hera, the first question that crossed my mind when I opened the door for her.

"Toni, he's not coming?"
"No, he told me to say hi to you, and wish you a happy marriage"
"He asked for an invitation, and he said he would come"
"I know. But he told us, he didn't know you meant it. He thought you were kidding and he was kinda shocked to receive that. He was still hoping you both could be together again"

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Friday, July 4, 2008

you were there, and so was i

sitting few chairs apart, staring at the same stage where the boys and the girls performed. did you look at me for a second or two? i turned my head to you but your eyes are there to the stage.
so it was the end of the show. i was holding my glass beside the table and you were approaching to have one.
"wasn't it great?", you said,"the performance...."
"i'm always amazed with anyone who is able to play a piano" i replied
"is it the one, or the piano?"
"the sound"
"oh"
you drink a little and look away
i was waiting for some thing you might wanted to say
"i play piano" there you go
"o really?"
"i give a lesson actually"
"oh?"
"and the boys and the girls who just performed, are my students"
"oh, that's wonderful"
i always wanted to be able to play piano, but wouldn't it be too late for me to start?
...
...
there you are again, sitting in front of the grand piano in this hotel lounge. can't believe now it's me standing beside you holding the microphone and sing to you. yes, just you and me in this empty space. you play for me, and i sing for you.
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Friday, June 20, 2008

Sam's wife

this is just a fragment of a story I'm working on in Indonesian. but this fragment it self stands as a short story, and has a happy ending.
and since english is not my mother language, I apologize for any mistakes I might make writing it.



We went to Bogor right after that. I wanted to say ‘no’ but I couldn’t. I didn’t know why Sam wanted me to go with him. In my evil imagination, Sam’s wife is a sick lady waiting for her death. This weekend is Sam’s last effort to make her happy. Sam brought me to be introduced to his wife, and to ask for her permission, or may be an opinion, about her substitute if she finally dead.
Crazy.
Even in a story, I wouldn’t write such a stupid thing.
“Why do I have to go?”
“Because I need you to”
“Sam, don’t you understand? You just broke my heart into pieces. I couldn’t say a word, I couldn’t even cry. And now you ask me to accompany you having weekend with your wife, and you don’t tell me why. You are crazy, Sam!”
I was so mad. My lunge was pressed so my voice didn’t come out right.
Sam just looked at me with those begging eyes. Oh those eyes. I could not refuse.

***

In Jagorawi tollway, instead of taking left turn to Bogor, Sam drove straight on.
“Why didn’t take the left turn?”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“You said we are going to Bogor”
“Bogor’s edge, maybe”
“Where are we going, Sam? Oh, Puncak?”
“No”
I slammed my body on the seat rest, “I don’t know why I trust you, Sam. May be you are taking me to a tea plantation area, rape me, and then murder me…”
“Cin!”, Sam yelled at me. I guess he was shocked with my words, I felt the car going crazy for seconds.
“Sorry, okay, I won’t say a word. I hope I will never regret this trip”
The rest of the trip was silence. I just looked outside the window. The view should be beautiful, should be. But I couldn’t feel the beauty. My heart was feeling too bad for that.
Sam didn’t say a word either. His eyes just kept on the road. Don’t know what was going on his mind. In weekend, these hours, traffic jam is a certainty. This trip felt much longer, and so was the torturement. I wanted to get out and went home, but I knew I couldn’t.
Suddenly I regret I decided to go.
Suddenly I regret I received Sam’s love.
Suddenly I regret for hoping too much.
Suddenly I regret my first met with Sam.

***

The sun has set when we entered the tea plantation area, few kilometers before Puncak. I smiled remembering what I worried about. A few kilometers on rock path and we arrived to an old style big Dutch house. Big. Tall. Boastful.
Sam helped me with my bag, which I filled just with few pieces of clothes. I wondered why Sam didn’t bring any.
I followed him to the house. A man and a woman were awaiting in front of the door. I guess they were the villa keeper. The man took the bag in Sam’s hand. The woman brought me to my room, “Come on, Neng(*)”
I looked at Sam, asking for his opinion.
“Take a rest, she will show you your room”
I did what he said. Sam left us. My room was so clean and white. The only color came out from the roses in the vase on the table.
“Thank you. May I know your name?”
“Just call me Lilis”
“Thank you, Lis”
“You are welcome, Neng”
Lilis walked to the door, leaving me.
“Lis…”
She turned around.
“Do you know Sam?”
“No I don’t. We just take care of the villa and the guess. Mr. Sam rent this for this week end. They said some people will come. I and my husband have prepared the rooms and everything.”
“Will there be a lot of people to come? Do you know them?”
“Sorry, Neng, I don’t”
“It’s okay, thank you”
“I’ll be behind, if you need me”
I nod, Lilis left.

***

I just finished my bathe. Sam hasn’t called me, and I was feeling lazy to call him first. I was waiting for him to call me and introduce me to his wife, or do anything he planned. I haven’t met anyone except Lilis and his husband.
Knock Knock.
I opened the door and Lilis came up with a box.
“Mr. Sam asked Miss Cin to wear this dress”, she gave me the box.
In doubt, but I took it and brought it to bed.
“You know my name?”
“Mr. Sam told me”
A kebaya and a long batik skirt.
“When do I have to wear this, he said? This looks like a wedding dress”
Lilis didn’t answer my question, she just left. It was Sam got in my room.
“It is. I’ve asked your sister to help me to get it. I hope you like it. I mean, a bride usually choose her own wedding dress.”
I looked at Sam, with questions.
Sam sat by me, grasped my hand.
“Cin. You told me once that you would marry me. You even said, you could marry me right that time when I asked you to”
“I did, so much. But that was before I knew you are married”
“What made you think I am married?”
Oh God. I wanted to hit a hammer on this man’s head. Wasn’t it him who told me he was going to have a week end vacation with his wife? I pulled my hand off his.
“Don’t play with me, Sam. Now just tell me what you want. Where is your wife? Why are you taking me here?”
“I never played with you. And I want to marry you. And my wife soon will be here if you say you do. And I brought you here to make you my wife”
“Your second wife? Third? And after we get married, your first wife will come and see me? For what? To say bad words on me? Or may be asking for my help to serve you?”
Sam sighed long and deeply, as he was doing it for me, who has lost control.
“Will you please listen to me, and promise not to cut before I finish?”
I nod.
“Right this time. You father, your mother, your sister, and your younger brother are here. They’ve been waiting since this morning. And so are my mother and my two brothers. I’ve talked to them. It was hard at the beginning. You brother even told me I was crazy. But I’m glad they finally understood”
Sam stopped, but I knew he wasn’t finish yet.
“This time, is just for our family. If you want a party for friends and families, we will do it later. Cin I want you to marry me, now. That’s why I told you, my wife would be here if you would. Because if you wouldn’t, I will get out of this house, remaining as a single man. So will you?”
I closed my face with two hands. All feelings mixed in my heart. I didn’t even know what to feel. My body was trembling I was so happy. But at the same time I felt so ashamed for the suspicious thought of Sam.
Sam took may hands of my face, and held them both.
“I’m done. Now you can answer me, you have to”
“Oh, Sam I would. Of course I would. You… you are crazy, I hate you!”
I hugged Sam tight, didn’t want to let him go.



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