BLUE MOON'S
ASKED TO COME
The wind that blows feels cold. The night was so quiet and quiet. The moonlight that was previously bright enough suddenly disappeared covered by clouds. My tears can't stop flowing. I looked at the vast ocean before me. The sound of waves hitting the rock occasionally sounded. My body that was standing on it was also wet from the splash.
Should it end like this?
Flashes of smiling faces, laughter, and alternating cries filled my memory. The dreams and hopes I had built had collapsed. Crushed.
I'm shaking. Every step I take leads me to sweet memories of you. I'm doubting. Your smile and laughter continue to stifle my chest. Slowly my feet brought me to the end of this cliff. I still hope you read my last message. My watery eyes looked at my two feet that were already unrequited. Covert sand and pulsating.
Panic and pain ran through my mind. Inviting me to make peace with the situation before me at this time. Want to go back, but refuse to step up. A choice and regret that is too late.
That's when I saw you.
The warmth that comes from your voice.
Like the moonlight that lights up my night.
My eyes stared at the black shadow of your body. You're standing there. Only your voice continues to sound and stab gently into my ears. A request and a wish I never heard. Slowly you walked out from behind that dark shadow. Your steps seem doubtful, but still advance towards me.
“Do not do that.”
Your body is approaching me. Your hand pulled my arm that was drooping helplessly. I just kept following the pull of your hand. You look at me glaring into me. Your eyes show disappointment and regret for my attitude. Your hand tightly binds me. The moon that was previously covered with clouds is seen shining in your face. Your brown eyes are piercing into my body. I watched the color turn red. The original color of your eyes. Your white skin looks glowing in the moonlight.
“What do you do Zea?” I heard your voice.
“You're coming?” My voice feels hoarse. My eyes were on your worried face. Regret is clearly in your eyes. I raised my hand, releasing your hand that was still holding my arm.
“Sick. Release.”
Your eyes widen. Astounded. You let go of your grasp and stepped back away.
“Why Zea? Why are you doing that?” Your voice sounds high. Your face stiffens. Your eyes are staring at me full of anger. Trying to corner me with my mistakes. Not listening to my defense.
My tears are flowing. A Regret. The night sky gives warmth to my heart. A faint voice sounded. Calling and mentioning a name. The stars are again visible and spread their shine in the dark night sky.
*****
I parked my car in annoyance. The place that became my mainstay location was already filled with others. Force me to rotate and park in a more remote location. Irritatingly. The first day and so much. The old campus with white paint is where I explore science. Large trees adorn the grounds and gardens of the campus.
New semester with new tasks and problems. Nothing interesting. Most of the teachers are old and very stiff. Young teachers are only partial and for public courses. Guidance and hearings are still held by campus elders. Everything should be detailed and should not be left behind. Causing the number of senior students who passed by waiting for the graduation schedule.
“Zea.. what are you doing?”
Aria was standing next to my car. Her tiny hand kept knocking on my car's glass. The glass I accidentally dropped, but still forced his voice to come in and be heard by me. Checkered shirts with tight jeans are always an option. Only once did I see her wearing a dress or skirt.
I opened my car door. Aria stepped back. “Parking here too?”
“Tak remaining. Together yuk?” He nodded his head. Raise his back bag that shifts sideways.
“Which other where?”
“Typical place.”
Aria and I have been friends since the beginning of the semester. Aria who greeted me and invited me to meet. He thinks I used to look very quiet in contrast to the current one. The big change I made myself
admitted it. I'm not very active around people I don't know very well. Aria is the only one who understands me. I get this trait because of my solitude. Experience forces me to hold back my feelings and be careful in my actions.
“Why?”
“He said, Steve cheated. Mey saw it for herself.”
“I've expected.” I looked at his surprised face at my answer.
I knew Mey was gonna get hurt. Every time I met her she told me her love story. There is no happiness in this story. Always full of tears and sadness. My advice never came to his end. Forgetting. People who are in love will never realize that they are hurt. Just hold on and forget the meaning of his own happiness.
I'm sure it'll be like this eventually.
*****
The sun shone full of splendor, casting a clear black shadow. The wind blows faster and brings warm air. The chairs in the garden were full of happy faces and laughter. Large trees offer shade in the sun.
“A long time?” I sat in one of the chairs beside Elisha. His pale face looked more lethargic than usual. Her smile just puffed up a little bit at me.
“Why else?” My gaze turned to Mey who was sitting in my room.
“Disconnect again said.” Elisha's Voice.
Mey was silent. Occasionally his hand wiped away the water that came out of his two eyes. The wipes were already too wet. Her eyes are red. There was no smile and no voice. “Then, forget him. There will be no meaning in crying.” I said.
I've already felt it. Loving only to be hurt and abandoned. As hard as it is to strive, all will be meaningless if you have to fight alone. Injured. Love does not belong to just one person. The two must share with each other. If forced, love will only turn into poison.
“But..” His eyes are back watering. Both her cheeks were wet. Staring at me with sadness that was clearly engraved from within his heart.
My breath might be heard by him. Piqued. “What do you want? Back with him? To get hurt again?”
“No."
“So? You're not tired? We all understand how you feel. But not like this. He is not that good until you have to fight and cry like this. We also injured here.” My gaze still led to her crying nonstop. Me and the others know how he fought for his love. Refuse to listen and continue to believe in his heart.
“Damn you Steve.” Aria's frustration comes to a head. From the beginning he just silently looked at Mey who was crying nonstop. His hands occasionally erased his shoulders soothingly. Mutually strengthen.
Me and the others have different personalities. Trying to understand and cover up the shortcomings of each. The maturity of our relationship is intertwined because it complements each other. As a mediator I always give input and advice. I can do it because I have experienced it myself. A painful romance.
Her wet cheeks had dried up. The tears that were flowing were not visible. Remaining slightly swollen and reddened eyes. “Enough. I'm fine now.” His voice sounded hoarse. Too much crying hurts her voice and throat.
*****
Afternoon classes. The time I should have been at home watching my favorite show. Classes that were supposed to start during the day changed only because the Lecturer was having business. The beginning of the semester and all the bad things happen in one day.
“Happy Afternoon.” A middle-aged man entered the classroom. Face radiant. Her hair was almost completely bleached. A faint smile emanated from his face that was staring into the classroom. The dark green suit with the green shirt she was wearing, looked matching with the silvery pants and pantofel shoes she was wearing.
His hands were raised, waving towards the brown door leaf of the room. A man came, approached him who was standing in front of the class. Body high. Her skin is white with bright brown eyes. The black shirt he was wearing was unable to cover the aura he had.
“Include. This is a transfer student. Please.”
The man looked at her. His eyes spread the whole room. The sharp gaze he emitted pierced into the soul, digging through everything stored within.
“I Nathan. Hello Kenal.”