It was July.
When the world celebrated the season of ball kicking matches. I was bored and I wasn't feeling the class of the night. No one saw me clicking away the keyboard on that old computer of mine, hence browsing through the sites of nothing. There was nothing that makes sense on that particular night. Although the game was pretty much only an appetizer, I was bored still.
"Hey, it's been a long time"
I was smiling while clicking on the program that I must say, steered my life to being a computer-literate communicative guy. The Malaysian Internet Relay Chat (mIRC). Ice breaking is not me, so so not me. But I started, and I knew that that would be a start of a new thing. A start of something beautiful that I am about to find out. I kind of clicked with somebody that moment, a person who has pretty much a moderate show-off attitude, to the least I could say (sorry, you ^^, ) But things got a little bit drenched away as we conversed on Yahoo Messenger. Still, we clicked. That person and me are going back to our lovely Sabah for summer break, and a promise had been declared.
It was July.
When life has just started to get to the lowest that it could, the eager wasn't like how it used to be when I am coming back to Sabah. I was there, but it wasn't the same. I don't know why. Back there, I was occupied like always. I could just burst into tears enjoying my boredom, my family and friends were there though. The person has come back to Malaysia from Russia, that person is back. They went up to Ranau as an escapade, but no call. But guess what, I am one lucky guy. One pretty lucky guy. Once again, Yahoo has served the human population a favor. It re-connected us.
Exchanging numbers and all, we renewed a license of promise. A meeting.
It was August.
"Hey, I am here. I am in Kota Kinabalu, do you wanna meet up?"
Little that I realized, that SMS led to a long conversation that night discovering a new feeling I've been longing for so long. My friends were hell mad about that, but an apology and a bottle of beer were merely enough to help me calming them down.
My conversation with that particular human being didn't end there, though. It led to a historical second meet-up. The connection has been built, just to be established. Figuring it would be a stab in my heart, that very night witnessed my stupidity.
"Let's say you wake up in the morning, and you found out that I am not here lying beside you. What would you feel?", I asked.
And there the person was, dropping a tear.
"You want me to suffer? I have feelings for you. I love you, Indra. Yes, I love you", and I melted.It then became the start of my brand new romance. A start of a brand new life.
It was September.
I didn't realize it's about my time flying back to misery. The special one offered me a lift to the airport, and I was happy.Those moments, were treasured. I didn't know that I was actually drenched into a beautiful dream, yet challenging. Yes, I am afraid. I feel inferior to be exact. I said to myself, let the heart speaks for itself. Give it a time-off being single, hand it a partner who understands but is able to learn through hardness. My coffee was made and now I'm addicted to it. Tell the people of the world, I am the happiest señora in the whole universe. It is all like a beautiful memory, doux-rêve.
It was September.
Summer has passed. And everything is leaving, bit to pieces. Fragments by fragments. I was waiting here in Kuala Lumpur, planning ahead what could be my personal plan of the year. Credits go to Aryanti for helping me with that. After fetching the person from Kuala Lumpur Sentral and had a breakfast, we went home and I asked this one to loose up and rest. It was Aidilfitri already.
I took care of this beautiful monster with all my heart. By this time, we've forgotten the world, we went to a dreamland. Sinned, but too beautiful and wonderful to be forgotten. No, never be forgotten.
Those three days passed really fast. By a single blink of an eye, we came to the third and apparently the last day before that person flies back to The Land of Tsars. Waking up seems to be pretty easy, but what's not was going through the day. Just by remembering it, it was damn hard. And the guy cries a love tear, sincere from his heart. Asking he doesn't want to let the person go. Not to anyone, but for this special one lying next to me.
It was September.
It's separation for real, and it ain't easy. I should say I am lucky I have the advantage to send the person to Kuala Lumpur International Airport and spent a little bit of the leftover minutes we have talking and telling stories till Emirates Airlines departs. Sammy, Ramzee, and Aryanti were all there. We were all there sitting and laughing our throat off.
I brought a box of "nothing" and handed it over to my loved one. And the other one handed me a bag of "everything". I'm sure I was pretty hesitant at that very minute, I am thanking Aryanti again. We had our last few puffs of ciggies, and then there goes the most detested announcement.
The last call.
I wasn't ready, and I feel like I wasn't in there. I feel distressed, and I feel like fleeing away from that place, for the reason that this was not voluntary at all. We hugged, love expressed, and I swear I heard a cracked voice uttering the word hated by most "Goodbye". I did not managed to say anything as I know I sound pretty horrible if I do when I'm down. I opened my heart, as widely as I could. Aryanti finally walked me to the washing room, I was holding the plastic bag I was given.I threw my current Nike wallet into the plastic bag and put in my everything in the one I was handed. I was sitting and pondering inside one of the cubicles, not long after my phone rang. It was the same person, and I couldn't utter a single word. I tried, well but I can't because it's malicious. We went home eventually. "I Love You". For several days, I kept awakened by a gust of thoughts. And the first thing I would do, is to look on my right side. The side where the person I love used to lie down and sleep. The place where I used to kiss that person's forehead, eyes, and nose. The place we used to hug and have our forty winks.
It was September.
When I got a text message saying "I'm in Dubai", "I reached Moscow" or "I'm in Kursk dy~". I was so happy that although it was hard for me to accept the fact that this person is no longer here in Malaysia, I still can face the truth. I'll be here waiting for you, I'll be here waiting for you faithfully.
Now if I have wings, I would surely have the urge to go to that place and stay for as long as I could. But no, I'm just a regular guy with lots of lackness. Since the departure, we will be tuning to each other through Skype, Facebook, MSN, or sometimes we just text each other or the person will just give me a ring. Be sitting in front of the computer the whole night and yes, "Panda Eyes" is the result. I don't care, I don't mind. At least I'm happy to see the person that I love the most. At least, we give a chance for our relationship to get tighter. And at the very least, I am happy of how we are doing. I feel thankful to God for letting me experience the golden three days of my most wonderful moments in life. Those are the moments I will remember until my last breath on earth. I bow. Thanks be to God.
It was September.
I learned how to open up, and I learned how to cope with things. I learned everything from this special person in heart. I am thanking God for He has given me somebody who is special in every way. For we are apart, afar from each other, the only thing I would surely seek is trust, also in for loyalty and understanding. Our future would be led by us, would be shaped by how we are in our current situation, not yesterday nor tomorrow. It's the power of now. And being the guy who hopes to meet his love again in the future, who awaits his love back here in Malaysia, I would say these three months have been pretty rocky, yet beautiful in a way. Everything starts in July, and it all ends at nowhere but forever.
It was July, August, and September.
When the world celebrated the season of ball kicking matches. I was bored and I wasn't feeling the class of the night. No one saw me clicking away the keyboard on that old computer of mine, hence browsing through the sites of nothing. There was nothing that makes sense on that particular night. Although the game was pretty much only an appetizer, I was bored still.
"Hey, it's been a long time"
I was smiling while clicking on the program that I must say, steered my life to being a computer-literate communicative guy. The Malaysian Internet Relay Chat (mIRC). Ice breaking is not me, so so not me. But I started, and I knew that that would be a start of a new thing. A start of something beautiful that I am about to find out. I kind of clicked with somebody that moment, a person who has pretty much a moderate show-off attitude, to the least I could say (sorry, you ^^, ) But things got a little bit drenched away as we conversed on Yahoo Messenger. Still, we clicked. That person and me are going back to our lovely Sabah for summer break, and a promise had been declared.
It was July.
When life has just started to get to the lowest that it could, the eager wasn't like how it used to be when I am coming back to Sabah. I was there, but it wasn't the same. I don't know why. Back there, I was occupied like always. I could just burst into tears enjoying my boredom, my family and friends were there though. The person has come back to Malaysia from Russia, that person is back. They went up to Ranau as an escapade, but no call. But guess what, I am one lucky guy. One pretty lucky guy. Once again, Yahoo has served the human population a favor. It re-connected us.
Exchanging numbers and all, we renewed a license of promise. A meeting.
It was August.
"Hey, I am here. I am in Kota Kinabalu, do you wanna meet up?"
Little that I realized, that SMS led to a long conversation that night discovering a new feeling I've been longing for so long. My friends were hell mad about that, but an apology and a bottle of beer were merely enough to help me calming them down.
My conversation with that particular human being didn't end there, though. It led to a historical second meet-up. The connection has been built, just to be established. Figuring it would be a stab in my heart, that very night witnessed my stupidity.
"Let's say you wake up in the morning, and you found out that I am not here lying beside you. What would you feel?", I asked.
And there the person was, dropping a tear.
"You want me to suffer? I have feelings for you. I love you, Indra. Yes, I love you", and I melted.It then became the start of my brand new romance. A start of a brand new life.
It was September.
I didn't realize it's about my time flying back to misery. The special one offered me a lift to the airport, and I was happy.Those moments, were treasured. I didn't know that I was actually drenched into a beautiful dream, yet challenging. Yes, I am afraid. I feel inferior to be exact. I said to myself, let the heart speaks for itself. Give it a time-off being single, hand it a partner who understands but is able to learn through hardness. My coffee was made and now I'm addicted to it. Tell the people of the world, I am the happiest señora in the whole universe. It is all like a beautiful memory, doux-rêve.
It was September.
Summer has passed. And everything is leaving, bit to pieces. Fragments by fragments. I was waiting here in Kuala Lumpur, planning ahead what could be my personal plan of the year. Credits go to Aryanti for helping me with that. After fetching the person from Kuala Lumpur Sentral and had a breakfast, we went home and I asked this one to loose up and rest. It was Aidilfitri already.
I took care of this beautiful monster with all my heart. By this time, we've forgotten the world, we went to a dreamland. Sinned, but too beautiful and wonderful to be forgotten. No, never be forgotten.
Those three days passed really fast. By a single blink of an eye, we came to the third and apparently the last day before that person flies back to The Land of Tsars. Waking up seems to be pretty easy, but what's not was going through the day. Just by remembering it, it was damn hard. And the guy cries a love tear, sincere from his heart. Asking he doesn't want to let the person go. Not to anyone, but for this special one lying next to me.
It was September.
It's separation for real, and it ain't easy. I should say I am lucky I have the advantage to send the person to Kuala Lumpur International Airport and spent a little bit of the leftover minutes we have talking and telling stories till Emirates Airlines departs. Sammy, Ramzee, and Aryanti were all there. We were all there sitting and laughing our throat off.
I brought a box of "nothing" and handed it over to my loved one. And the other one handed me a bag of "everything". I'm sure I was pretty hesitant at that very minute, I am thanking Aryanti again. We had our last few puffs of ciggies, and then there goes the most detested announcement.
The last call.
I wasn't ready, and I feel like I wasn't in there. I feel distressed, and I feel like fleeing away from that place, for the reason that this was not voluntary at all. We hugged, love expressed, and I swear I heard a cracked voice uttering the word hated by most "Goodbye". I did not managed to say anything as I know I sound pretty horrible if I do when I'm down. I opened my heart, as widely as I could. Aryanti finally walked me to the washing room, I was holding the plastic bag I was given.I threw my current Nike wallet into the plastic bag and put in my everything in the one I was handed. I was sitting and pondering inside one of the cubicles, not long after my phone rang. It was the same person, and I couldn't utter a single word. I tried, well but I can't because it's malicious. We went home eventually. "I Love You". For several days, I kept awakened by a gust of thoughts. And the first thing I would do, is to look on my right side. The side where the person I love used to lie down and sleep. The place where I used to kiss that person's forehead, eyes, and nose. The place we used to hug and have our forty winks.
It was September.
When I got a text message saying "I'm in Dubai", "I reached Moscow" or "I'm in Kursk dy~". I was so happy that although it was hard for me to accept the fact that this person is no longer here in Malaysia, I still can face the truth. I'll be here waiting for you, I'll be here waiting for you faithfully.
Now if I have wings, I would surely have the urge to go to that place and stay for as long as I could. But no, I'm just a regular guy with lots of lackness. Since the departure, we will be tuning to each other through Skype, Facebook, MSN, or sometimes we just text each other or the person will just give me a ring. Be sitting in front of the computer the whole night and yes, "Panda Eyes" is the result. I don't care, I don't mind. At least I'm happy to see the person that I love the most. At least, we give a chance for our relationship to get tighter. And at the very least, I am happy of how we are doing. I feel thankful to God for letting me experience the golden three days of my most wonderful moments in life. Those are the moments I will remember until my last breath on earth. I bow. Thanks be to God.
It was September.
I learned how to open up, and I learned how to cope with things. I learned everything from this special person in heart. I am thanking God for He has given me somebody who is special in every way. For we are apart, afar from each other, the only thing I would surely seek is trust, also in for loyalty and understanding. Our future would be led by us, would be shaped by how we are in our current situation, not yesterday nor tomorrow. It's the power of now. And being the guy who hopes to meet his love again in the future, who awaits his love back here in Malaysia, I would say these three months have been pretty rocky, yet beautiful in a way. Everything starts in July, and it all ends at nowhere but forever.
It was July, August, and September.
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