Not Superwomen

The End of the Waiting

As if allying with the morning sun, a girl stood in the middle of the garden looking at the flowers growing in the garden. His eyes swept the expanse of the garden that grew probably more than 100 kinds of plants. The woman was standing right in the middle of the garden, her eyes never blinking, as if she was afraid of losing a beautiful flower bed for a second.

He stood upright, like paying his respects to the sun, which hit him in the face. The morning breeze that was just a little waving her long strands of hair. His face was thin, it seemed that his clothes were a bit wet. The morning had washed him

I watched him from far away. I was very curious about that girl. But I dare not approach him alone. I was just watching him from this park bench.

"Is that person sane?" I asked a woman who was sweeping the fallen leaves.

"Which one?"

"The woman in the middle of the garden."

"Woman facing the east le?"

"really"

"Oos... The people here know her as Rosa" replied the old woman.

"It's been 3 days I've seen him staring there, ma'am"

"Indeed it's only been here for 3 days"

"I mean Mom?"

"The girl's been there for years"

"Those years?"

"It's been 3 years"

"Every day?"

"Yes, every morning every day" the old woman sighed "He always comes in the morning and comes home by noon. Tomorrow comes again. Continuously for these 3 years."

"Is he a citizen here, ma'am?"

"So, no one knows where it came from. But he's very generous, he likes to give out money and food to the workers here"

"Are there people who aren't afraid of him?"

"Hehehe, he's also an ordinary human like us, son"

"But why aren't people here trying to get rid of that woman?"

"Son, that woman is also an ordinary human like us. He also did not do things that damaged this garden. He is also a good and generous person. So it's okay for us to be there"

"So he's not the ghost waiting for this park, ma'am?"

I can't hold back my slips. But I saw the old woman was not affected by my words. Highly attractive. This mother-talking style reminds me of my late wise grandmother. Not like a mother whose every speech is like an edict and a word mixed with a multiplier.

"According to the stories of the people here, the woman is the daughter of a wealthy businessman who lives not far from this park. He had a lover, whom he loved very much. Like the earth and the sky, her lover was just an ordinary person whose life was far from enough. Of course the girl's father doesn't approve of their relationship"

"The man's conon used to be one of the broomsticks here. This park is their meeting place. The woman was always waiting for her lover to come"

The old woman glanced at the woman who was standing in the middle of the garden. Spontaneous I also glanced at him.

"The sun is beginning to rise"

I understand what this mother means. But I'm still a little curious about the girl. So much love for her lover that she was willing to stand there for years. Could I possibly get to know him?

"The sun begins to rise, the girl will be home soon and back here tomorrow before sunrise.

"Look, mom. Can I know him closely? If I may let it be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I'll go see him."

"Son, the girl doesn't respond too much to strangers. But, there's no harm in you trying it. But, don't force things yes" The woman replied while leaving me.

The sun started to occupy her throne, I saw the girl start to leave the park and walk past me. I tried to smile at him, but his gaze remained straight ahead, ignoring me in the least.

"Other time I try to get close to him" comforted me to myself.

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Because it was busy, after almost 2 weeks I just returned to the park.

Although I've been around, but there I did not meet the figure of the woman.

"Has her boyfriend gone home?" my inner.

"Excuse me, ma. I want to ask" asked a janitor who happened to pass by.

"Yes, mas. What do you want to ask?"

"Women who used to stand in the middle of the park where are they?"

I saw the look on Mom's face change

"He's dead, son"

"Gosh, that's right, ma'am?"

"Yes, kid. He died 3 days ago. Accident after the park"

Suddenly my tongue felt faint, before long the mother said goodbye to continue her work. I can only nod.

The sun was high, and I hurried out of the garden. As my eyes stared at the middle of the garden, I saw the woman. She smiled, though pale but she looked happy. Perhaps he had met and united with his beloved. I just nodded, as I passed away leaving the garden.

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