To The Man Who Broke My Heart
5. Ah, Never mind

Now I'm sitting in the front seat of the study table on which is still strewn with stuff from Harris. A birthday present, a P3K box she once bought, a necklace and a ring. The more I looked at it, the more it was sliced. I realized everything was worth throwing away with the memories attached to the name of the giver. However, it seems that right now I still can't do anything.

Beeps. Beeps. Beeps. A short message sign that went into the phone instantly distracted me. When I checked the notification floating on the screen, my heart seemed to jump when it recognized a number that I no longer keep but I felt like I would always remember it.

+628112233243 : Kay, out any luck?

+628112233243: I'm in front of your hostel

Speaking of the devil.

Why would you do this all the same to me, Ris? My heart grumbled, complained, rebelled. What else does he want now? I don't want to see him. I don't want to see his face again. Having not met him directly, I am still troubled to drive him from every corner of my heart and day. Especially if he had to really exist and fill in today? So I chose to stay in the room.

Another Beep's. Beeps. Beeps.

Five incoming messages that are the same.

+628112233243: Kay, I'm outside

I still let the messages read without me heeding the contents. The other clang soon caught up with his former friends.

+628112233243: Kay, please

+628112233243: Kay

+628112233243: Honey, I beg you

+628112233243 :you to outside dong. I want to meet you

+628112233243: I want to talk to you

+628112233243: I miss

Oh, naw. No, no, no. He just didn't say that, did he? He didn't have the courage to express the word with the prefix K, did he? He didn't dare, definitely didn't dare, right?

Oh my God, what's on his mind? Didn't it cross her mind the slightest bit how I felt when she did that? Calling me that way? Say what he said?

Feelings are raging in the soul. Sad, disappointed, and .. The most surprising thing is that there are sparks of a unified windy taste, forming this cocktail of truly intoxicating feelings. However, it is not the kind of hangover that many people are looking for out there. More to an unhealthy hangover and .. kill.

Still preoccupied by the feeling, my phone suddenly rang with the tone of the incoming call. The screen that lights up again shows the unsaved number.

Ah, nevermind. I don't want to serve his will anymore. It was enough of the emotional destruction he caused me.

Once.

Twice.

Four times.

Nine missed calls.

I keep flinching. I clenched my hand tightly, as tightly as I could, so that this hand could not reach the gadget that was ringing next to the P3K box.

Beeps. Beeps. Beeps. Call ended. The phone changed a message.

+628112233243 : Kay, don't you want to see me again?

+628112233243: I wait until you come out

Arghh!

The door to my room was suddenly opened by someone. I really intend to convey a few words of pearl to the person who has dared to enter my territory without permission, but I express my intention when I see Mimi's head emerge from behind the door. He looked at me without a word.

I know the meaning of that look. If you don't see the bxjingan as soon as possible, he might be dragged by the local youth chief for waiting all night in front of our boarding house.

Duh, dammit. With a heavy heart I got up from the study desk chair and dragged my body to move out of the room. Mimi, who incidentally is the person who hates Harris— the most is a very light word because in fact she is very very very very very condemning the existence of the guy on this earth, he said, sending some signals through his eyes. That meaningful highlight is what empowers me to step.

No matter what happens, there will be Mimi who will always support me. He would probably be happy to get involved if I had to do something that even violates the norms of the law. Oh, no. I obviously wouldn't do something as dangerous as the Mimi might really want to do, but it's still nice to know that anyone cares about me that way at a time like this.

I found Harris sitting on our boarding porch bench. His head lowered with shoulders that also rolled into his body. I know that he must have known my arrival my— was like making an announcement with the sound of the door that I accidentally closed a bit loud, but he still maintained his position. Not wanting to get dizzy, I immediately sat on the chair that was on the right side of the table.

Quiescent. For a while later we just sat there in silence.

No matter how long after, Harris finally spoke up. "Kay," call her with .. soft. His voice sounded hoarse and damp, not knowing what it was because of. "Kai." He repeated it again when I didn't even look at him.

Oh, here it comes. That face of an angel is out just when he needs it. Compassionate, as if helpless, pretentious to suffer. Stale, Ris, stale! “What else, hm?” I asked without looking at him, just a mere pleasantry actually. I really didn't want to know what he wanted because I really had nothing left to give this man.

From the corner of the eye, I could catch his movement twisting towards me, looking at me straight and fixated. “You've changed a lot, yes, now.”

Whats? Oh, no. He just didn't say what I heard, did he?

Now the tiger I could still control is gone, running wild. Took over the bridle and shut down my emotions so that all I have now is logic alone, heartless. “What do you mean, ha?” I asked in a low and cold tone. I returned his gaze right at the eye point that was once the pool that I often swim in. However, now .... I don't fall in there anymore. So I chose to look, but did not really pay attention.

After all, what was this man thinking so as to issue a statement that should be a question for himself?

“You're different, Kay. You no longer care about me, you do not love me anymore. You know, I've really lost you these past few days. I want you to pay attention to me again. I want you to love me again. I want you to say you love me every day. I want us to kayak first again. I'll do anything so you can go back to me. You said I had to what.”

To be continued ....