Showing posts with label true love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label true love. Show all posts

Friday, May 1, 2015

Silence in Dismay

“Do you know what’s standing between you and me?” Lorraine asked as she took one step forward, standing only inches apart from a muscled boy. She looked up at his hazel eyes.
The boy lowered down his gaze, got his eyes on Lorraine’s in amusement. He couldn’t love more his girl when she started to be so philosophical. He considered it as a weird one, true. Either way, it was so cute he couldn’t stop smiling thinking of it.
He then filled in the space between them. “No, I don’t.” He murmured. They were way too close Lorraine breathed the same air with the boy.
She closed her eyes. The wind breezed.
Everything felt so good and it was just so right living the very moment, with only two of them in the rooftop, underneath the night sky. It was 8 pm already but two of them felt like there was no second ticking and the moment would last forever.
She wondered if forever really was the word to indicate their relationship.
Lorraine leaned in and hugged him so tight she could smell the masculine perfume of his.
“Tell me, ma fleur.”
“Hmm?”
“Tell me.”
“Can’t you guess it?”
“Alright, give me a second. Is it nothing? Because it seems we’re meant to be eternal, don’t you think?”
That was tickling her and it occured to her how she loved the boy’s humor. It was so much, and she couldn’t get rid of it.
She then shook her head lightly, not sure as to beat off the thought or to reply to the boy. “No, Levi. You’re wrong.”
“Okay, so what’s that?” He, again, whispered.
In spite of the moment’s coziness, she could feel Levi’s heartbeat in her chest pounding harder waiting for the response. “The reality.”
They both bate their breaths.
***
It was half 9 am on a Sunday morning when Raquel came over to Lorraine’s house, “RAIN! Oooh my God guess what!? You should know what!”, which only she found empty.
“Rain? You here?”
She walked towards Lorraine’s bedroom and only got blanket covering no body. “Rain? Where are you? I’m so excited, I got a big news!”
She went upstairs, to the rooftop and... oops! Lorraine was laying right next to Levi, Levi’s arms were hugging Lorraine’s body. They both didn’t notice Raquel’s presence. Well, they both weren’t even awake despite the sunlight was getting bright.
“Ugh please, it’s nearly 10 and they’re still asleep, curled up beneath such a bright sky?!”
Raquel headed to their body and got herself stumbled in purpose. She pretended to fall. “AAHHH!!”
“What’s up?!” Levi got awake immediately and looked up at the surrounding, but it was all the same as it was the night before. Except Raquel’s presence. “What you doing here?”
“What’s going on?” Lorraine got awake too, eventually.
“You tell me.”
“Quel?”
“Yes, Rain. I’m here.”
“Since when you’re here?”
“Since God knows when! Now c’mon you guys should get up unless you want to get the sunburn. Go go go!” Raquel took whatever her hand could grip and pointed it towards the couple.
It was a crowbar.
“Whoa slim it, buddy. Fine, we’re going downstairs.” Levi took Lorraine’s hand and held it.
“No we, buddy. Only Rain and me. You go.”
Levi made a face. “Seriously? Ugh, fine. Hey Rain, got to go. I’ll let you know when I’m home.”
“Alright, see you Levi. Sorry for this, Quel is being a jerk.”
“It’s cool, no worries. I’m used to it. See you, ma fleur.”
He gave her a light kiss and bustled walking downstairs, away from the girls, after giving his girlfriend one last glance. Raquel and Lorraine waited until they heard the front door closed.
“Did you literally called me a jerk?” Raquel asked in disbelief.
“I did. Aren’t you a jerk, though?”
“RAIN!!!”
They both laughed out loud as walking down the stairs. Lorraine had a seat as she turned on the TV. Raquel opened the refrigerator and took two bottles of juices, then handed one to Lorraine who was yawning. She didn’t find any burritos nor cereals, though, so she sat next to her bestie, only drinking the juice.
“Rain. You won’t believe what I’m saying!” Yelled Raquel in excitement. Lorraine looked at her, waiting for Raquel to finish the line. Her voice was chipper. “I was hooking up with...”
Lorraine’s jaw dropped. “You were hooking up?!”
“Yup!”
“With who?!”
“Hudson!”
“What about Dean?”
“Well he doesn’t know and I don’t want him to know. He’s too nice.”
“Huh, he’s too nice and yet you were hooking up with Hudson. I get it.”
“Nah it’s not like that! Or yeah probably it is, but I’m only giving Hudson a chance, okay? You know he’s been into me since forever, so now I’m giving him a try. Can’t wait!”
“Can’t wait for what? Sleep with him?”
“What-no! We’re only going to have dinner and... I don’t know, probably he’s going to bring me somewhere else too, but I’m sure enough we’re not going to have a sexy night.”
“By somewhere you mean is a museum, isn’t it? Or library.” Lorraine smiled sarcastically which only was given a really straight face from Raquel.
“Haha wow, just wow. I still can’t believe, it’s Hudson! Geez, he’s a geek, Quel!”
“But he’s hot. A hot geek.”
“Still, a geek. Glasses and all that.”
“Whatever, now you go shower, please. You smell! Let’s go to my house. Help me finding the right outfit to go out tonight.”
“Hang on, the date will be tonight?!”
“Yes! That’s why you should get your butt to the shower right now! Go!”
Lorraine bolted to go taking a bath, took her towel, and went showering.
***
“Okay, this will be the last. How do I look?” Raquel asked Lorraine for the thousandth time.
“Gorg.”
“Thanks.”
“Now go! He’s waiting outside!”
Raquel finally decided to wear dark red dress and gave her face a touch of lipstick and eyeliner. The black heels had already fit to her feet, her hair were beautifully curly, cascading over her dress (she owed Lorraine for this). All set. She never felt more beautiful than she was right now.
Her prince-charming-wanna-be, Hudson, had been waiting for her in the outside of her house, standing with his back against the door. A car parked in front of the gate.
Are you sure with this? Raquel asked herself before opening the door. Yes, totally. She breathed in the air. Feel bad to Dean? Again, she wanted to make sure of herself first. No, well a bit. Dean is my boyfriend afterall. I’m only having dinner with Hudson, not sleeping with him.
She then opened the door, and found a guy with casual jeans and a shirt covered up by a leather jacket. No mention the glasses. Crap, he may be a nerd but he’s a total hottie! Sorry, Dean. I do still love you, okay.
“Hey,” Raquel let the boy notice her presence.
Hudson spun around and gave her a smile. Those dimples though!
“Hey. You look nice. Ready to go?”
Raquel was actually about to pass out, but she tried not to let it look obvious. She nodded and smiled back.
“So, where we going?” Asked Raquel once they were in the car.
“Hmm I actually don’t know yet, I’m going to let you pick the spot instead.”
“I’ll be fine with any restaurant you pick, anyway.”
“Alright then. Mind to go to Muelle Tres?”
“Not at all.” She gave him a sweet smile and they went to the place in silence. As the silence grew more deafening, the more awkward she felt. She wondered, is going out with a nerd  always this clumsy?
***
8 pm, and it was so bright of a night. The restaurant was crowded of hungry people. They could barely find an empty seat for them two the moment they stepped in the restaurant. But luckily, they spotted two empty seat on the corner, so that was where they headed to.
“Ahh, this place is nice! You go to here often?”
“Haha yeah. My favorite seat is over there, you see? It’s far enough to avoid the nuisance. I read and do homeworks here, you know.”
Nerd.
“Oh fair enough. Why not in your house instead of in here?”
“Well I don’t feel like being at home, actually.”
“Why’s that?”
Silence.
“Could we not talk about this, please?”
“Sure, sorry.”
“No problem.”
Silence.
“Good evening. Have you decided what to order?” The waitress came by, making them less clumsy.
“Sashimi and lemon tea for me. You?”
Raquel was drown in the menu, and a minute later she finally got what she wanted to eat. “Spaghetti, please. Oh, and hot chocolate.”
“Which spaghetti do you want to order, Ms?”
“The one with shrimps and mussels, thank you.”
“Okay, be right back.”
Silence.
“Hey, Raquel. You look pretty tonight, no kidding.”
“Yeah thanks, you already said that in front of my house actually.”
“Oh did I?” Raquell nodded, Hudson was embarassed.
Silence.
“Look, Raquel. I know this is awkward, and I’m sorry. I already know it will be like this, silence, awkwardness, silence again. I’m already...”
“No, no! It’s fine, totally fine. This is not awkward at all, it’s just... I’m feeling so hungry I can’t talk much.”
The hell? Did I literally just say that pile of klunk? The lamest excuse ever.
“No, I mean. Could I tell you something?”
“Go ahead.”
Raquel was sort of certain enough that Hudson was about to confess his love to her. So this is the time, she thought. She often heard of this rumor that Hudson’s feeling towards her apparently had allegedly begun since a year ago. True indeed, Hudson always acted weirdly whenever he got close to her. She needed a proof, nevertheless. She needed to hear by her own ears “I love you” from Hudson’s mouth.
This is a fact, every girl walking the Earth needs certainty and proof.
“Well, here it is. I actually have concerned that we don’t click, that the way I am isn’t meant to complete the way you are, that my endless stupidity cannot be ended by your intelligence and vice versa. You got it? I suppose you’re hurt, so I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to, I have to tell you this though.”
Silence.
“I need someone who can make my imperfection perfect, and it is her.”
Raquel got confused. She had no clue even a bit about what was happening just now, what this nerd was talking about, nor who was the girl Hudson referred to.
“Who?” A single word was eventually blurted out from Raquel’s mouth.
“Lorraine.”
Hudson’s face devoid of expression. The disquieting feeling out of sudden filled up the entire restaurant.
“I just don’t know how to tell Lorraine that I’ve been in love with her for like, who knows? 6 months? I don’t really know either. But really, I...”
Raquel was aghast. “Hang on there. You love Lorraine?”
“Yes.”
“For real?”
“For real.”
Raquel’s heart stopped beating. She nodded slowly in dismay, trying to grasp all of the things she just heard. Didn’t Hudson love me?
“So why did you ask me out?” She couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice, but who cared.
“I don’t know how to show her that I’m into her. She’s always with Levi, and I don’t want to make her hook up with me.”
Hook up. That’s the words she used all this time to Lorraine, that she hooked up with Hudson. Now it’s going the other way around instead, great.
“You can just simply tell her.”
“I can’t! You don’t get it, I just can’t!”
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“Which one?”
“Why did you ask me out instead of her?” She stared at him deadly in the eye. This whole situation was literally bugging her. Hudson was bugging her. I hate this nerd to the moon and back.
Hudson took a deep breath. He didn’t know how to explain, he was no expert in love issues whatsoever. He’d rather drown in mounting homeworks than in a pond of complicated love. “Because you’re her best friend.”
“That doesn’t make sense! I’m her bestie, true, so what?”
“I thought I could tell you and if I did, you would help me.”
Raquel sniffed. “No way.”
Hudson took another deep breath. “I should have guessed this. You know, I think one of the most universal human experiences is feeling all alone. It only works for people like me, though. Probably I still can’t click or fit with how the people surround me. The feedback I get and I give aren’t the same. Probably I handle things quite differently from people usually do. That is all the most likely that makes me always feel lonely.”
Raquel kept shutting her mouth, either didn’t know what to respond or didn’t want to. She was still pissed off afterall.
“Sorry for being so philosophical. I know it’s not your thing, so I’m better not to go on with my words. And anyway I think that waitress is bringing our foods, let’s just forget this and eat like nothing happened, deal?”
Raquel nodded in spite of her confusion.
“Deal.” --ets010515

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Rosaline & Tulpa #3

Tell me,
can true love flee away
like those birds that fly away,
having a ditch from a tree of life
to another?
Tell me,
does giving in
to despondency
signify the fate you're opted for
is
not to be loved?

***

Once the blanket covered up my whole body, I fell asleep in an instant.

Rosaline was now sitting on a bench, somewhere in nowhere. The bench was actually dank but whatever. She kept sitting on it as she was trying to figure out where the dream brought her to this time.
Glimmer of hope to find out where she was never really came after some time--she wasn't so certain how long she'd been in there, it was like only minutes but probably coulod be hours--and therefore she began to amble up to wherever her feet heading to. Trees with bare branches were in her both right and left sides, fogs surrounded all over her, and the light was so dim she only could see something within 10 meters, despite the moonlight. She came to a halt for a second and fidgeted for a little while, shuddering, gasping. It occured to her it was just so bizzare that how cozy it was with the way the wing blew plenty of scattered leaves on the boulevard, with the clouds of obscurity in her mind, and with the emptiness she often felt in spite of the crowded world. A pang of pain pricked through her blood, rushing through each artery in her body. A dog was yelping in a far, far away, out of her sight.
She then continued ambling up, enjoying the odd icy dew on her skin.

That is actually pretty rare that I can be pulled away that easily from the reality to the hazy fuzziness, called dreamland, where Tulpa can never come in. And I am really happy, temporarily happy though, as I have waited for this moment to come for... I don't know, like 10 years? 5 years? Or a year, perhaps? I forget how long I've waited for what I thought was just a vain effort, and I also forget how that even feels.
It occurs to me that I terribly yearn to be dragged to this beautiful unconsciousness. And once I'm in it, I never want to be woken up. Ever since I suffer from this disorder, I barely can sleep. The insomnia always has my mind in tangle like it keeps running, working, over thinking regarding something either real or unreal, I can't really tell, because I have these high imaginations that the average teenagers surely don't have.
Imaginations that made my old friends give me weird look, followed by "what are you talking about, you must be joking since it can't be true" once they heard of it. I remember I laughed my ass off despite the agony, not that it was funny, it was awfully hurting instead. I was afwully hurt. The bitterness I felt was way too much I kept blaming myself for being so stupid telling such a personal privacy to them. Because they considered me as a weirdo afterwards.
Imaginations that made people rant about me being crazy and yap about how that can't possibly happen. I always assume those people just don't get it, I mean how come this impossibly happen when me, the sufferer, the real so-called victim does exist? Me, whom they thought was only another nut, standing and living and inhaling the same oxygen as they do? They only keep compressing each cell in their brain with silly statement that I'm just one with no commonsense, which--of course--isn't true. Or probably is true. Whatever.
And imaginations that made my dad, my own dad, behaves so awkwardly reluctant, distant, cold, and all that to me ever since doctor told him. I was literally aghast in the first month or so once he barely even talked to me. I don't have any siblings, and all I have now is only him. So what can I do? Average teenagers go out of their way to keep bringing up how sweet their dads allegedly are. I believe their stories after all since I also have ever felt them a couple years ago, but it's just no way for now. Oftentimes, I grumble how love can slip away that way, how life can be so unfair, and how everything goes sucks way too much.

Rosaline was now in the middle of the night, where the moon was exactly on top of her. It was downright murky. Her sight was only 10 meters away and yet she kept on wandering.
A wooden building considerably loomed as a haggard one, wedged in a darkening patch of shadow. The grove of trees seemed to be steadily disappearing as--apparently--a shack with a muddy water in front of its door came to her sight. The window, the only window in there, was really dust-frosted. The shack had seemingly not been cleaned up like in ages, and it was gross.
Rosaline knocked the door as though there were any ones living in it. But of course no answer came as a response, and therefore she then opened the door and found an old wooden chair as the only thing left in that shack.
She sat, thought of an absolute nothing, waiting to come down to earth and play another fun game with Tulpa in real life.

This is what I've learned about life: happiness and pain never go hand in hand. --ets281214

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Dear My Future Hubby


Well this is gonna be awkward since I don't know who you might be and where you might be, and I also don't know when our first meet was or when our first meet will be. And yet, here I'm telling whoever you are, what have been my wishes since forever once we've become a bride and bridegroom in bridal dais, spending our time together till death afterwards.
But, please promise me first that you will never consider this as something disgusting or something way too blunt or whatever it is because, sorry not sorry, I don't give a damn. What I care is you to consider this as either something to respect or something to be the reason why you've gotta put your trust in me later on.
Okay, let's just get this started, I'll make it quick.

Dear my future hubby...
Indeed, as far as I'm concerned, love is such an abstract theory that cannot be put in words theoretically. My bestie, Ainun Nabiila, even said that "you don't need to understand what love is to feel". Because nevertheless, love is just so real in reality that every single one must have ever been in it. No one is perfect but love completes them to be a perfect one.
So I already know that you, somewhere on Earth, are no man. You, why on Earth reading this pile of klunk, are no boy. You are no saint. You are no prince. No genius. No perfection. But I'm truly hoping that you are one of those pious men who have a brilliant and critical mind walking the Earth. I desperately need you to be mine, to complete me for being such a bitchy brat that cannot take the credit enough for the success she's got. I need you to impress me with your achievements, that you are my missing piece of clever part in my brain. I need you to remind me to always be in the right path, together with you. I need you to advice me the simple yet wise words to live as often as you'd like to, because I barely hear it from the guys I've ever been into, and if you could, you'd scare the hell out of each cell in me that I'd literally love you till death. And I need you to convince me that by the time we've been under the same roof, all the time we'd spent together is really worth wasting.

Dear my future hubby...
If you're one of those lecherous nuts who only love girls physically, then back off. I'm better out. Why? Because it means you didn't love me at all in the first place. I'm not the girl with sexy body, whose curves can make guys down on their knees, with such a very soft skin as fuck, whose boobs as big as what you've been dreaming of, with cute shaven pussy, and all that. If you're kinda disappointed and ask me "oh, aren't you?", I'm undoubtedly gonna say "yes, I'm not."
And reluctantly Imma say "and nah, I am.", that I'm the girl with skinny body. I'm the girl with tanned complexion. I'm the girl with flat nose. I'm the girl with glasses. I'm the girl whose hair on each limb of hers. I'm the girl with small boobs and booty. I'm terribly sorry to tell you that I hate staring at my own body, I hate myself for not being able to hide the ribs, I hate myself for being a hag-look-like.
If you insist me there's been love between us, all I can say is that "may that so-called fucking love be buried in fucking hell and I hope there's a slut who'll ever cuddle with you and be wrapped around your fucking fingers without any love involved."
I'm sorry not sorry, but seriously, I don't expect you to love me for the way I look, but I do expect you to love me for the way I am.

Dear my future hubby...
I'm actually hoping you're a white foreigner *no offense* so that I can always use English while talking with you, but if you aren't, then at least please God give me the one with great English skill. I desperately wanna live the rest of my life with someone who can understand how obsessed I am with English. How I can't even spend a day without speaking English. How I literally am gonna die if you don't speak English. It's just... I don't know, it's not solely a habit, a weird habit, but it's just much easier when I say something in English, you got it? You know once I can't find the proper word in Indonesian then I'll end up saying it in English. I don't know it's just like the English words have popped in to my mind so it's really easy to simply write them down right away than having to think what the exact Indonesian word for that... oh damn me, I can't explain this whole thing but I swear once you've got to know me, you'll understand.
And oh! I'm also sort of obsessed with going abroad. Do you mind to spend our honeymoon in The Netherlands? Or England? Or Australia? Or America? Or London? I've been craving for this since forever and yet the countries I've visited are only Singapore and Malaysia and those are not enough. I need to feel the four seasons Indonesia doesn't have, especially the fall.
So, please, I'm begging you... Take me out to other-marvelous-countries and let's have some sexy hot night as we've been doing the unforgettable fascinating experience.

Dear my future hubby...
It occurs to me that I am indifferent. I don't give a fuck on what's happening around me. What I only care about is myself. How I really should have some fun but this headache always bugs me. How I really should spend my teenage hood right but this school stuffs and shits always make me browned off. I'm the girl who would concern myself with careers rather than house chores. I can't wash clothes. I can't iron too many clothes. Worse, I can't cook. And I am allergic to dust. I'm sorry for being so blunt but really, I say that careers come first.
But, if-no, when-we are already in the same house, I promise you I'll do the best I can do. Before our marriage, I'll learn how to wash clothes with or without washing machine. I'll learn how to not be easily tired of ironing clothes. And most of all, I'll learn how to cook. Sure my Mom will teach me how since she's so dope at it and yet her daughter, me, is so nope at it. But at least I'm going to try learning, right. I will be such a good chef before you propose me, really (with one condition, let me run my career as well, I don't wanna be housewife only, it sucks). Because I know you're just way too valuable to not being deserved right.
Because I know you'll have been gonna be my last one, my forever boy, the boy whom I've been waiting for since I was born; by the time we're married.

Dear my future hubby...
Are you a nerd? Are you a bookworm? If yes, I can't thank God enough for having you as I believe you'll understand how freak I am with books, especially novels. As a matter of fact, I'm planning to have one room in our future house, the room with only our books in it. Yeah, so-called mini library! Can you imagine how fun it will be?! Can you imagine how enthusiastic I will be-we will be? That's... Heaven on Earth. I mean, ugh I'm sorry I'm running out of words to say.
Just give me some novels for our anniversary celebration instead of taking me out to romantic dinner, then I will definitely love you forever. Note this.

Dear my future hubby...
Meet me as soon as possible! I'll love you to the moon and back. --ets251214