Return of Romantic Artists
SYLA, MY WIFE FROM THE FUTURE 1
I stare at the deposit that Ruri gave me. A message delivered with an unusual medium. We have WhatsApp, Line and SMS. A message whose response can be quickly known. A letter is not common. Now I'm daydreaming on the porch. Imagining meeting people I never knew certainly raises a lot of questions. Especially if the person suddenly claims to be my wife. Actually, it's not in my nature to defend the actions of idiots. His words just make me curious. Hey Bob, it's weird to get a letter in 2021, right? I know you must be surprised. Your heart's pounding. Don't you always say a letter is deeper than a short message. I'm going to your house at 19:00. On the terrace where you used to sit. Wait for me there. Your wife Shla Nb: Of course you want to be accompanied by moments to commemorate your mother's death, right? He who claims my wife knows too much for someone I don't know. How does he know about a favorite seat on the terrace? Knowing my obsession to return to communication using letters. And the most important thing is to know my custom of commemorating Mama's death. I was thinking maybe one of my friends was on a prank. But carrying around a memorial of my mother's death is certainly not a regular fad.
“Hei Bob!’, cheerful voice and pats on the shoulder disperse my daydream. I flinched and soon found a beautiful woman in front of me thinking where she was coming from. The beautiful, twinkle-eyed woman greeted. He sat down in front of me and sipped water in a glass. Damn dare to be right! “I'm thirsty, I've done a long journey,” he seemed to understand my question. “Do not be surprised, you used to also fall in love with me because of my style, oups not first, later” “Who are you?” “Syla, your wife,”mata and that smile are like playing tricks on me. “Come On, don't mess around, who told you to play me?”, my eyes looking around, hoping to find the faces I know. “Bob.. Bob... I like you because your style is hihihi” “Syla, what does this mean?” “Nothing, you must be surprised? It's not calm.” “Oke, quite playful, now obviously what's up?” “Bob I'm your wife...” “OK, I'm in.” “But Bob, here I clearin” “Not me go..” “Bob.. Bob.. yes I want to clear, stop first!”
I don't care about his call. For me, it's just a game. I could have served that ridiculous letter request. “Bob! if you go, you will be lazy,” threatened Syla. I don't give a shit. “You have a marmot named Pussy who died when you want to be bathed, 12 years old you ever want to run away from home, one that you regret is giving less to your late father!” Stalled steps. I turned around and walked fast “Syla! tell me what this all means?” My grip on his shoulder. “Bob, this hurts!” “Tell me first what do you mean?”, my grip is getting stronger. “Bob.. pain, Bob..!” his face grimaced with pain. His eyes did not come out of my eyes. I don't know why those eyes hypnotize me. A sincere eye. “OK, let's talk,” my words when you have mastered yourself while releasing the grip. He seemed to be stroking his shoulder I just grabbed. “Please,” I say can't wait “Bob, I'm your wife Shla, don't panic just yet!”, she quickly calms me down when I see my body language is about to explode. “I'm YOUR WIFE IN THE FUTURE, and please listen to my story until the end” I'm still silent waiting for the continuation of the story. I was curious about the meaning of this mysterious woman.
