Losing Us
We're Not Live in Disney Land
The big clock in the palace was clanging so loud, that Cinderella reflexively let go of the Prince's grasp and turned to check at which point the clock stopped.
At exactly 12 o'clock. As promised, Cinderella had to return the pseudo gifts given by the Fairy Godmother. Soon, her fancy dress will turn into a shabby shirt full of stitches. Even with a horse-drawn carriage waiting for him in front of the palace, it would turn into an orange gourd and laughable little rats.
Before all that happened, Cinderella ran away. Staggering to leave the ballroom accompanied by the cry of the Prince who was not willing to let him go.
Cinderella ran down the stairs. Chasing with time so that his shabby appearance does not catch the eyes of the Prince who seems to have fallen in love with his beautiful figure tonight.
Well, Cinderella tripped on the last rung of stairs. It caused his body to collapse and he fell down on the cold palace grounds.
“Wait!” the Prince still kept calling and trying to catch up.
Cinderella panic. Quickly she got up, lifting the end of her dress high enough to make it easier for her to run. But bad luck still continues to approach to make him forced to let his glass shoes left behind because they were released when he tried to escape.
Just by the side of the shoe, Cinderella continued running. Penetrating the darkness of the night contrasted with the majestic glitter within the palace.
Shortly after his body entered the forest, his appearance changed. The magic that the Fairy Godmother had imparted to her had disappeared. Return it to the pitiful Ashes.
The next morning, the prince began a search mission. Armed with next to the glass shoes left by the beautiful girl at the dance last night, the Prince travels around the city to find his owner.
House by house, door by door the Prince came along with a personal aide. Then he arrived at a house that had three girls in it. Two of them insisted on claiming to be the owner of the shoe. Trying hard to put the shoes on their feet even though the edges still do not fit. While one more girl seemed to just observe with her head almost bowed.
“Hey, you, try.” Pinta the Prince on the shabby-looking girl.
The glass shoes were carried by him himself, fitted to the girl's feet and to his surprise, they fit well on his feet.
“Me!” the Prince exclaimed with joy.
After a long and exhausting search, he finally met a beautiful girl who managed to captivate his heart in just one night.
“What's your name?” ask the Prince gently.
“Cinderella,” the girl replied.
The prince smiled, very sweet. “Alright, Cinderella, come with me to the palace. We will be married and live happily ever after. Ready?” tanyakanya.
Cinderella looked back at her mother and two half-sisters before nodding her head.
The Prince was very happy, and that day he brought Cinderella to the palace. To hold a magnificent wedding feast endowed with joy.
They leave all their wounds and sad stories behind, deciding to live happily ever after.
Finishes.
It was a piece of the story of Cinderella, one of Disney’s Princess whose story Olin could at least accept with logic.
From the age of 6 or 7 years, Olin did not really like fairy tales about princesses and princes. The happy ever after that Disney tried to treat did not match his taste. Too mainstream and seem forced.
Therefore, Olin never aspired to become a princess in order to meet a handsome prince. Unlike his age friends who are competing to be the most ‘putri’ among others.
As he grew older, as well as the many events he passed, Olin became increasingly convinced that the happy ever after Disney version never existed in the real world.
The proof alone, he could lose ‘prince’ who had loved him for many years just because it appeared another ‘putri’ within one night. In the end he remained abandoned, even though there was already a lot of love and sacrifice that he poured out for the ‘prince’.
“So, Arsenio actually decided to stop connecting with lo?” a man behind the bar table asked while thrusting a glass filled with tequila.
Olin withdrew from Cinderella's daydream, fully paying attention to the purple-haired man who asked her to speak.
“Yeah,” he answered while reaching for a tequilla glass. “Free because the woman is pregnant her child.”
“Really?” Zein, that man looks in disbelief. “Not that Arsenio never thought of being a parent? You agreed to child free and live alone until old age, right?”
“Right?” Olin laughed heartily after sipping her tequilas a little. “He also promised not to leave me for whatever reason. But now he really let me go because the baby is not necessarily going to be born into the world.”
“Terus, how next? Will you accept Arsenio's decision?” ask Zein again. The night was still too young, so the music had not been turned on and the club was still quiet enough so that they could have a casual conversation more freely.
“Nope,” Olin shook her head small and then laid out her tequilas. “If I can't be happy with Arsenio, then she can't be happy with anyone else either.”
Zein did not comment. It was too difficult for him to be on the neutral side because honestly he was eager to punch Arsenio's face into a formless batter.
Seeing Olin dumped just like that made Zein angry. But more than that, he really hoped Arsenio would get his karma.
“Just call me if you need a help,” he said later, after a long silence.
Olin brings up a smile, “Including making dead people's children?” tanyakanya.
Zein didn't answer because he knew Olin was just messing around. Crazy was Olin's first name in college, but Zein was sure she wouldn't really let her hands get dirty with other human blood.
“Lo not ready?” Olin asked next to the eyebrow that was raised quite high. “Really?”
“Lo drunks, rather than strange talking in a conscious state.” Sela Zein grabbed Olin's empty glass and filled it with a new alcohol.
Hearing that, Olin chuckled. His donation to make Zein shudder in horror. It made her feel how much heartache she was suffering.
“Last afternoon I went to Arsenio's house, met his wife.” Olin. Her lentic fingers moved on the lips of the glass, down each of her fingers with a bright look. “The woman looks happy living the life she stole from me, and that made me even angrier.” He breathed after.
In the next instant, the woman's gaze fell back on Zein who was still faithfully listening. “Why do people who seize the happiness of others actually look happy and calm?” tanyakanya.
“They’re not.” Zain answered so straightforwardly. “No one has a happy life after seizing what is not his right.” Shoot that guy. Picking stops before he actually sees Olin crying—lag— tonight.
For if that were to happen, there would be no guarantee that Zein would not actually behead Arsenio with his own hands.
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Beige shades greeted Olin's sense of sight when he first opened his eyes. The scent of therapy candles helped her relax to remember what she had been through last night until she woke up in Zein's apartment room instead of her own.
Her last memory stopped at the moment where she cried again. Questioning why life goes so badly to one who can only endure for oneself. There was almost no memory of what Zein did last night to calm himself down. With a memory of when the man brought her home.
“Udah wake up?” the figure of Zein he thought appeared from behind the door of the room. Carry a tray with a bowl and a glass of water.
Hot steam seemed to billow from the surface of the bowl, followed by a savory aroma that immediately made Olin's stomach churn. The damn worms in there must be running around to hit the wall of the stomach, asking for food after last night just flooded with alcohol without stopping.
“I Made you chicken soup,” bright Zein while putting his built-in tray on the nightstand. “Ngot able to relieve money, but at least can help your stomach improve.”
“Thanks,” says Olin.
Zein nodded. Silence was created long enough afterwards. With Zein choosing to sit in a chair near the nightstand while looking out the window, while Olin was busy circulating the view to explore Zein's bedroom more.
Olin's attention was then stolen on a frame displayed near the television set. Pigura framing a photo of three human children embracing each other while smiling broadly at the camera. Two men and one woman. Three people who used to be friends.
“Lo still save that photo?” olin asked for a while after his gaze returned to the figure of Zein.
He found the man turned towards the frame he was referring to, then faintly nodded.
“Moments rare, should I save forever.” Answer the man.
Olin found her chest ache when she saw a faint smile rising on Zein's face. With a glaring look, the man seemed to be recalling how the three of them were best friends during the early days of college. Before finally she and Arsenio decided to date and make their friendship a little distant.
If you remember it, it was better at that time. Olin is not completely focused on life on Arsenio, because there is still Zein to be a place ‘pulang’.
“I know it’s must be hard for you, given what has happened between you and Arsenio and how you are doing now. But I still always wish we could kayak together first again, as a friend.”
“Lo knows it's impossible.” Sela Olin's.
Zein nodded while laughing heartily. “He hurst you so bad, I know. It’s hard for me too, make not nyudahin Arsenio ugly-ugly.” A pause was created as Zein took the time to take a breath.
Then, a few seconds later, the man turned his head back towards Olin. “What has happened cannot be changed, so I can only hope that you will soon recover and can meet you as happy as you. I wish you the best of all this world could give, Olin.” Reveal it.
“But this world never wants me to be happy. Cuz I'm not the princess from Disney." Sahut Olin's.
The next second, the woman grabbed the bowl of soup from the top of the nightstand. Feed spoon by spoon into the mouth to avoid the appearance of more chatter out of Zein's lips.
For now, he did not want to feel any unwillingness for what had happened. He wanted to enjoy his anger, to the point that it was complete and finally completely stopped.
Seriate....