LOVATY 1.0
Cloudy

A quiet weekend. Calya manages to secure the only free time she has. Previously, Calya was still a bound human status. Qeiza asked him to spend every weekend for a whole month with her as a form of penance. Calya had resigned, but fate still sided with her. Exactly an hour ago, Qeiza contacted her, upset that she had to cancel the weekend schedule she had prepared. I don't know what has happened, which Calya is very grateful for.

“Haaahhh.” said Calya after sipping a cup of tea. The weather was a bit cloudy at that time.a cup of warm tea feels very fitting complement the cold air.

“Your mood must be good.” says - she-she is always there whenever the woman is home alone.

“Of course.”

“Everything has been going well lately. You are rarely angry.”

“I don't get angry that often.”

“Not often, but always.”

“I?”

“Yes. Every time I show up you must cry, get angry or yell annoyed.”

Calya ignored Keanu's words and preferred to enjoy the tea in her hands. “It turns out cloudy doesn't always feel pathetic.” he said. Questioning how people always associate cloudiness with sadness.

“Booking can also give the impression of calming.”

“It feels more precise.”

“Of course it depends on the mood of each person, but according to psychological science there are some colors that can give a calming effect. Most colors are soft like..”.

“STOP!” Keanu stopped for a moment. “Can't, don't mess with my mood with your encyclopedia words.”

“My program requires to respond to each conversation with the appropriate topic, so that each conversation..”.

“JUGA.. with the words of the program's manual. No, I'm begging you.”

Calya regained her composure after successfully cutting off Keanu's words. The direction of his vision was back to the shades of gray outside the window. A small smile was engraved throughout as he enjoyed every second of it. Whether it was because of the atmosphere or something else, the woman had been looking calmer lately. As if you have taken off a heavy load, look more free.

***

The man was still silent, his eyes still pointing at the woman but not at her thoughts. I don't know where his mind drifts. Maybe deep in his subconscious, until he did not realize how much time he had spent just sitting there.

“How?” ask Mrs Helena. The woman was still eating the dish in front of her casually. While the man in front of him was still unmoved, until the woman spoke again. “You didn't call me here just to catch me, did you? We're not even eating together right now.”

Arion who has now returned to his consciousness seems confused about what words he should say. His forehead shriveled and lips repeatedly opened up, affirming the great doubt he felt.

“Go, and rethink what you want to ask. After that you can call me back.” Madam Helena wiped her mouth with a tissue before standing up and left the table. While Arion could only let out a long sigh while clenching his hands, enduring the frustration towards himself.

***

The two talked about things randomly along the way. Every now and then Calya would protest if Keanu sounded too computerized to her. But it was not like the woman was really angry, in the end Calya was used to such Keanu. Perhaps he had already accepted the condition like human nature in general.

Amid his carefree steps the woman accidentally caught a familiar figure from a distance. A man with a well-dressed look was sitting under a large tree. Only with one look could the woman know who the man was, what she asked was the reason for being there at the time. 

Honestly, Calya intends not to ignore the man. After their quarrel the other day obviously keeping a distance was the best option. But recalling the reason for their quarrel at the time gave the woman a clue as to the reason for her existence there.

Although it was only from afar, the gloomy aura could clearly be felt by the woman. Contrast that with the trendy clothes she wears. Calya started to worry. His feet stopped, either spinning in direction or still stepping forward. A long sigh finally sounded as the woman had made her decision.

“From the many parks in this city, why should you relax here?” the woman used a slightly nonchalant style to say hello and of course easily caught the attention of the man who was drowning in his daydream.

“You are right..” said the man, with a heavy tone that sounded weak.

“What?” 

“He sat right in front of me. But I can't say a word. I can only be silent for hours like a fool.”

Calya fell silent, trying to digest the meaning of the man's words. He may have a clue but the woman still has to understand the situation first. His premonition was to say not to get carried away by emotions or to say something he would regret later.

“Coward..” said the man again. The faint cynical laughter seemed to explain his current regretful feelings. An angry feeling directed at himself.

“Have you heard the term ‘when you already know what is wrong, then the next step is to fix it’?” Calya finally started talking.

“Oh yes? Who said it?”

“Now, maybe it was me. Also ‘problem is a sign that you live’?”

“Is that also you saying it?”

“What is important now? Do you understand what that means? That's all that matters!”

“You really aren't good at entertaining people.”

“I have no intention of entertaining you!”

“So you're giving me a life lesson? All right, so what's the lesson? That I should be grateful to have a problem because that means I'm still alive? Guess what's? For years I felt like an undead because of this matter. And what was it, fixing it? If it is that easy, why do you think I feel at home saving this problem for so long?”

Arion let out all the emotions that were on his chest. The man was a little selfish, for using Calya as the object of his own resentment. Despite feeling guilty, he also felt relieved. Loudly expressing opinions turns out to feel better than fostering frustration because it keeps itself in the heart. 

There was a question in the man's heart, if only he had done such a thing long ago. If only he had called his father instead of just staying home waiting for his father to see him. If only he had approached his father instead of just turning around when he saw his father with a woman. If only he had been angry and yelled at his father for so quickly living happily and forgetting his mother. If only he had done all that, would he not have had to feel all this suffering?