Hypocritical
Wh who?
A cold gust swept across the surface of my facial skin, as yellow leaves were forced to fall off the branches by the wind. With the weight of their hearts falling, dragged for a while before smelling the pain of the ground surface covered with grass.
I was pensive, sitting on an empty chair provided for free by the park. There was no one there but me, living under such a cloudy sky. This place, it feels a little foreign but also familiar to me at one time. One look can make me miss but the other view makes me confused.
Have I ever been here?
Ever been?
Answer—tot know.
I really can't remember anything. Who me? Who was I in the past? Why can't I remember anything about myself?
Rea.
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"Rea?!" I looked up, someone just called my name. The tall woman in open clothes was seen running after me who was waiting for her in the hallway of the campus.
"Hosh.. hosh.." His breath gasped. So until the woman who was none other than Fian bent her body; resting on her knees while trying to stabilize her breathing pressure.
I chose to open my voice, too long to wait for the woman to speak.
"I don't think you're coming today" I said. He said that he attended a party last night at a nightclub and would not be able to attend class the next day. So why did the woman come here? Still wearing clothes last night.
Fian brushed his lips rough, the woman's look a little messy than usual. Even the black circumference that indicates that the woman did not get quality sleep last night looks very clear. Can I laugh? Fian is really funny.
"Don't laugh!" the woman snorted.
He and I started walking down the campus hallway to our class this morning in a slow rhythm. It's still too early, only some diligent children who want to go first in the classroom while berleha, watch like me and? Fians. She told me that last night she met a crazy man who was trying to harass her. I tripped on your clothes Fian, who was not lustful when I saw it. Should I take off my shirt and hand it over to him? Free, he's happy to show off.
Basic bad.
"Then how did you get away with that striped-nose guy?" ask me, he looked. Her eyes are really steady, okay let's hear what the lady will tell me.
"There are other foreign men helping me?! He really is handsome Rea!!! Oh My—! My heart beats every time I remember it..." I nodded, alright. I'm tired of the same story. Let me guess, after that you spent the night with your helper man because his face really suits your taste, right Fian?
He just chuckled, but I haven't asked. Hah~.
"Better us," I suggested hanging, I wanted to bring Fian quickly to class; walking slowly made me tired—but before that something was troubling my mind. Spontaneous steps I stopped, followed by Fian who ate me full of curiosity.
I researched from top to bottom the appearance of my friend. All right, I've decided—
"We stopped by the bathroom first, right the messy makeup on your face was Fian. You look like a crazy person," I said honestly, managed to draw a feeling of annoyance from the woman. He snorted, crossed his arms while walking quickly leaving me first with jerking steps. I chuckled, trying to catch up with him. Even so—what is just my feeling? It felt like someone was eating me from a distance.
"Come!"
"I'm coming~"
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It's been 3 years since I lived and settled in this small town. There was nothing interesting about the city, other than the fact that I lost my memory in a traffic accident. My head was bumped, hard enough to take a long time for treatment.
Not having a family or really being away from family, that was the only option I could think of. People say that I am a newcomer, have no acquaintances or relatives. Completely alone at the time, there were only a few files about me taking a lecture in these small towns. Instead of being in the capital, even the records about my past were like ludes eaten by fire. No worries, before coming here? Where did I live?
Although it was a little difficult to adapt, I was finally able to move normally. By ourselves. After the recovery period ended I immediately decided to go back to college, delayed by one more year is enough to scare me. I live off the scholarship money, if it's withdrawn I'll be completely depleted. Being a vagabond at the corner of the road curling up in the cold without anyone being able to recognize me or vice versa.
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Luckily I met Fian, even though she was a little naughty. Her solidarity with friends was high, when I told her that my head hurt and almost cried she would drag me out to the hospital for a medical check-up. Can I call it family? Fian, he's valuable.
For a person who can't even remember who he really is like me.
Czechoslovakia!
Buty? When I looked around, there was nothing there. It's just empty balconies of neighbors, it's just my feeling, isn't it?
I'm goosebumps again. Really, for God's sake I really feel like I'm being noticed.
Who'sis that?
"Who's there?" mumamku curious. Asked in the air, even though there was only a night wind that swept across the surface of my facial skin in response. Nibbling with their cold.
Ergh!
Better get inside. I turned around, waltzing away from the balcony area leaving a little silence there.
THE CHUCK!
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"YYYYYYYYYY!"
"I LOVE YOU, SO I BEG—!"
Bugh!
I flinched, my eyes spontaneously opened.
"You fell asleep Rea." said Fian, I shook my head. Just shutting down for a moment with a strange memory, perhaps?
"Is the class over?" Fian nodded, ah~ shit. I let my guard down, could have fallen asleep in the middle of the class that was still going on. This is because of what happened last night, I really feel being stalked. The sound of camera shots makes me nervous, even if it's just a suggestion. It managed to scare me.
I should have asked Fian to stay over, at least to convince myself that those awkward voices were only created from my delusion.
But if it wasn't? Hows it?
Shindered, I imagined it.
Wh who?
Who is a jerk who lacks work and then takes pictures of myself as good as he wants?
It's very disrespectful.
I seriously. |
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