It's just a short story

LET ME WRITE OUR STORY

By: Muthia Putri Meilania

Let me write our story this time.

Long time ago, when i was 15 years old. Someone brought me into a world, which was unlogically freak.  In other words, that person made me felt many things that i didn’t before. The weirdest feeling for the first time in my life. Love at first sight. HAHA. It was funny remember i did believe that drama-thingy like that was never exist. I really did. But it might be God wanted to show that nothing impossible. And now, i’m sure as long as Allah there – and always be like that – there’s nothing Allah can’t do.

His name was Rafa, the first and only person whom i loved. The one who made me – as a lady – shook all-these-prestige-feelings off, and being brave to be a secret admirer. He was so smart, calm, a tall guy with glasses, good-looking, and unpredictable. He didn’t think about ‘relationship’ things, even about women. Cause the most important was he was open-minded of his future and his parents’ happiness. I liked this kind of guy.

He didn’t even know me at first. But to me, he had been my whole life. I had known him since a year before, and i was miserable after that. To tell you the truth, i wasn’t kind of girl who gave attention on Lovelife. I didn’t care about it even once, but things had changed too fast. and it lost me, what should i do? That was the question i mostly asked to myself.

At this age, i was still an ugly duck. Black-wavy hair, chubby cheeks, brownish skin, less fashionable, a nerd, and bubbly. Such as the sky and the earth, he was almost perfect at all. I felt no confident. I wasn’t a worth. So, i just kept this feeling. By following him, i had been his stalker. But NO, don’t call me like that. Call it “Secret Admirer” actions. I sent him letters anonymly, gave him his favorite drinks with “No name” sender, and wished for his health everyday. That was at least i could do.

But, what i was frightened the most happened. Somehow, my identity was revealed. I tried to be fine with this, and i looked he was. But it seemed that he wanted to stop me slowly by never replying my letters as before, which hurt me to the bones. I could feel what his mean was. He wanted me to stop loving him. Haha, he didn’t understand that love wasn’t that simple.

10 years passed, i was staring at the building in front of me, which was written “Harvard Kennedy School” at its walls . Until now, i still couldn’t believe that finally i got my master degree at the best university in the world with a scholarship.

My phone was ringing, i touched the green sign at the phone, “Hello, Maura’s here.” I said.

“Maura, Look back!” said someone on the other line. I was so confused and looked back. It was quite far that i had to widen my eyes so i could see a man with black coat. He waved his hands to me but i didn’t move cause i wasn’t sure. Then, he ran a little to approach me. Closer, closer.. wait, he looked familiar.

“Hello, Maura. Long time no see.” He said grinningly.

“David?” i didn’t know i was calling him or asking him whether he was the person i mean or not. I wasn’t  really sure but i though i knew him. Of course, he was david, Rafa’s close friend and also my bestfriend. I was so surprised we could meet here.

“Oh, sorry. I should introduce myself first. Good afternoon, ma’am. I am David Wasongko, a vocal lecturer of Juilliard Art School.” He said formally and approached my hand, i accepted then shaked it. But i wasn’t still there, i was too surprised that the only thing i did was shaking our hands.

“Maura?” he woke me up. “Uh? Yeah, of course. Sorry.” I said clumsyly and released his hand off.

“wanna taste the best americano coffe here?” he asked. I looked at my watch, it was 3 p.m. i still had an hour free time. “why not? Ice americano is my favorite. I also curious how you can get here anyway.” i answered.

“good then. And by the way, i’m not alone. My friend has been waiting in the cafe. I hope you don’t mind.” He talked as we walked. “It’s good. A new friend may not bad.” I agreed.

We walked into a cafe. David met his friend, who was reading a thick book through his glasses. “Hello, bruh! Meet my friend, Ms. Maura Eve, Master of International Relation of Harvard Kennedy School.” Said David cheerfully. The guy looked up quickly, i dunno why but he looked so surprised. Suddenly, a phone was ringing, then David took his phone from his pocket, “Hello, with David.” He said.  “Ah, really? Umm, wait. Is that so? Now? Ok, I’ll be there soon.” He hang up and put off his phone back into his pocket. His face darkened, i saw him with a what’s-going-on face. “I’m sorry, guys. Something has happened. I have a sudden bussiness in Juilliard, so i’ve to get there for a minute. It wouldn’t be long. Just wait for a minute, Okay? Enjoy your coffee first!” then he hurriedly ran out of the cafe before we both even agreed. What the... it’s okay then.

I took a seat in front of that guy, who was looking at me. I didn’t know what to do so i was just grinning and say hello. It was too awkward to enjoy coffee with stranger so i tried to break the ice. “So, you’re David’s friend, right?” i asked. “Yeah, that stupid guy is my friend. He said a minute, didn’t he? But trust me, he will be back next year or never.” He answered. I laughed at the time. I though he was a serious type person, but the way he joked was really funny. “I see you’re an indonesian, like david and me. Are you a scholar?” i asked again, “i’ve done my post-graduate last month. But not here.” He answered quickly.

“Since when you know David?” i was curious.

“Since we’re in high school.” He answered. I widened my eyes, “Kharisma Bangsa Bilingual Boarding School Jakarta?” to make myself sure. If it was true, it meant that he knew Rafa too. It had been a long time since i didn’t meet him. I didn’t know how he was or where he was now, even i couldn’t clearly remember his face. 10 years had tried hard in helping me to move on (but failed). Dont get me wrong, it didn’t mean i still loved him. No. Yeah. I admitted it. I did still love him until the day.

The guy didn’t answer at first but stared right into my eyes that i felt more awkward. “Yes.” He answered shortly. i nodded as a “Oh, i see” sign, then i tried to ask again “Do you know - ?” “Let me ask you now. It’s my turn.” He cut my words. I nodded, it might be good if i answered his questions first. I took my coffee and drank it. Wow, David was right. It was the best Americano Coffee ever.

“Have you married?” i choked as i heard his question. I hadn’t thought that he would ask farther things like that. I stared at him quite long to wait he said “I’m kidding”. But, No. He seemed waiting my answer.

“Why do you ask?” i asked back.

“Just answer it.” He replied. I took a deep breath, “I’m not in a relationship.” I answered. “In your 25? Why?” he asked again.

“Why should you know? It’s none of your bussiness” i replied sinically.

“We’re going to be friend, right? Relax yourself.” He smiled annoyingly.

“Is that so? Sure. Hello, friend. I’m not in relationship because i have promised myself to wait for someone i loved since 10 years ago. And then, i’ll tell ya EVERYTHING about my lovelife even it’s privacy. Friend.” I rolled my eyes. He giggled at my sarcasm, then he took his ice americano in front of him and tasted it. After that, he asked me, “Who’s that guy?”

“Do you really need to know?” i was feeling annoyed.

“I promise, it’s the last question.” He replied.

I inhaled a breath once again and asked “Do you know Rafa? Rafa Aldebarran.”

“You haven’t answered my question yet.” He said again.

“I have answered it, stupido!” i yelled a bit. This guys was really annoying.

“What?” he looked didn’t believe.

“Yeah, i’ve waited for him to love me back. Haha, which is absolutely impossible.” I giggled fakely. “All i know is, 10 years ago. He dreamed to attend Nanyang Technology University Singapore. And over five years after that, i always looked for his information, but i got nothing. I didn’t find anything. There are many things that i wanna tell him, that i like him so much, that i miss him like crazy, that he’s been my motivation til i could get an high achievement, that i haven’t yet returned his Percy Jackson.” I added. I didn’t know but i kept telling my story to him. He listened to me carefully, he seemed thinking quite long.

He looked at his watch then said “Sorry, i gotta go.” I was so angry at the time. He ordered me to tell my story then he responded nothing but left? That guy was so rude that i wanted to punch his face. He closed his book then stood and walked away. I glared at him unfriendly. He stopped and looked back, he handed me a little stick note. I accepted it then read :

                 Meet me in Tokyo at Oct 9th

It sounded familiar though. Then, DANG. It had my on my toes. I remembered i had ever said it to someone, also with a sticky note. Anonymly. :

10 years later, meet me in Tokyo..

And that one is...

“Dont forget to bring my Percy Jackson.” He suddenly added and left away.

-oOo-