Started In Paris
From the Heart

Winter steam that condenses on the window glass has dominated the place since, indeed outside the air is very cold, it is, from earlier what was seen by my eyes was just a person walking whose body was covered with a thick jacket somehow centi.

The cup gives off steam. The hot chocolate I put on the table right under the window seemed to wave signalling for my tongue to feel its warmth. However, I deliberately left it open and of course I accidentally put it on the table, indeed the air is very cold, even the air heater in my room was not able to warm my skin cells wrapped in thick cloth. But also my tongue may burn if I drink it directly.

People will generally do something useful during the winter even if it is just inside the house. But not with me. Although there should be a lot for the brain to think about, my mind is only focused on one point.

Since two days ago somehow I can't throw that thing out of my mind. My ears seemed to hear the buzzing of very disturbing sounds, every second I felt tormented.

Ever since I got home from that tower, my memory can't escape that. All the way home we kept quiet, just the sound of the roar of vehicles people coming home from the festival, very crowded, it felt like the highway was becoming a car market.

I don't know how many hundreds of meters my feet stepped, but the two mouths remained silent without a sound, perhaps an awkward effect after the incident. But Reynard was not a desperate man in the middle of the road, although we were competitive silent, I noticed he was trying to find a topic of conversation that could make me forget the incident.

Maybe he knows why I kept quiet all the way home.

But what should I do? Is it wrong to reject it? Or should I just accept it?

Seja came to this country, in addition to Abiel who became my first friend, this man turned out to have also stolen between conversations he had between us, so that with time he became our friend as well.

Ever since I knew him I knew better what this country was like. Before I never thought it would end like this, I just thought of it as a travel companion. Friends only.

But, who would have thought that he had kept his feelings of sadness for me, without my knowledge he kept his secret neatly.

However, there is one thing that makes my tongue say that I cannot accept it. The reason why he can't be with me until whenever, is that we're both human. However, the place I bowed down with him was different.

My God and his God are different. Oh God, how is this, I don't know how and what to tell her that I obviously rejected her. What words should I say?

****

"Feed first brother, everything is ready at the dinner table, uncle and aunt are not at home, they come to the wedding of his friend" said Vani while carrying a large plastic dirty clothes for laundry.

I walked towards the dining table, I saw some dishes that were ready to be eaten there. Looks like Mrs Bill cooked some food before she left the apartment. Characteristics of his cuisine are very different in my opinion, all are all vegetables.

Indeed, ever since I lived in her apartment, Mrs Bill was a very attentive person to my food, she was even very meticulous when shopping for groceries, probably afraid I might eat wrong. It is not a matter of wrong eating that is the reference, but can and should not be eaten by me.

I don't eat right away. I was on purpose, all waiting for Vani. A few minutes later Vani came with a big plastic bag too, with a white paper he was carrying with his teeth, it looked like a payment receipt.

Soon I helped Vani put the big plastic into the corner of the room, this was indeed a laundry shirt last Sunday, which should have been taken two days ago.

Dining table made of iron in white paint gives the impression of a classic that blends with this room. The chair in modern style also fits perfectly with the table.

"It looks like I'm eating some more vegetables" Vani said as she sat on the chair.

"That's good for your health" I said as I gave him a plate that already contained rice.

"Sister?"

"Hmm?" My answer.

"So when I drove laudry I saw a man sitting on the front bench of the apartment, until I came back he was still there" he said.

"Then?"

"I think I've seen it a few times, isn't that your friend?"

My hand stopped putting a spoonful of rice in my mouth. Stunned by what Vani said. Is that Reynard? What the hell is he doing here?