Short Story (Cerpen)
Because I'm your Angel
Category: Romantic Short story
Title: Because I'm your Angel
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I never imagined my life would change so far. It all started with a short meeting that I would never understand how it happened. A strange feeling kept haunting me. Her curly blonde hair was unraveling, the look of her eyes seemed hopeful, the smile from her tiny lips that seemed to ensnare anyone who saw her. I can't describe it any deeper, it's very mysterious.
It was the anniversary of my family's death but not a hint of sadness appeared in my face. With a bunch of flowers, I walked lazily to the funeral. I stood pensively staring at the ranks of my family's tombstones. I walked over and placed a bunch of flowers on his tombstone. I still can't forgive them. How could they leave me for a vacation to Los Angeles, but now they're never coming back. Without a second thought I walked to leave the family's tombstone.
As I walked away, I met a woman. He walked while hugging a bunch of red roses that began to blacken. His eyes looked blankly in all directions. I don't know who he is, but he has kept me glued to him. He kept walking through the other gravestones. The girl then sat in front of a tombstone. He rubbed it and looked blankly as if thinking of something. I kept watching him from a distance. Then I saw him take out a small object and point it at his hand. He continued to cry there and put the little thing in his hand. It seems he wants to end his life. Without a second thought I ran and prevented it.
With tears still streaming down her cheeks, she looked me in the eyes. With a pushy look from his eyes that seemed to harbor sadness for the rest of his life. I pulled his hand and helped him up, but he did not accept my help. He stood up and walked away from me while hugging another bunch of roses. What's wrong with that girl?
One afternoon I walked to the park, it was autumn so I decided to spend my time there. While reading a book while listening to music under a tree, I saw the girl I saw at the funeral a few days ago. I got up and ran after the girl. The girl disappeared, where she was. I keep looking for him. “That's him” I said.
He sat on a long wooden chair with his eyes closed. The afternoon wind blew on her face, beautiful. As fast as lightning I took out my phone and took a picture. I walked and approached him.
“Hi I Davis, who are you?”
He then woke up from his daydream and looked at me with a reddened face. I seem to have interrupted his time off. He just fell silent and passed from me. He doesn't seem to want to be near me. Maybe he's in a bad mood.
Because this whole month is still autumn, there is no harm if I spend every afternoon to get out of the house. I got out and headed into the car. The weather this afternoon was very beautiful, I went to the teahouse not far from the center of the city park. The smell of the tea really made my mind calm. While drinking tea while enjoying the afternoon atmosphere of Paris, I saw the girl again. I ran out of that place.
“Hey young man, you haven't paid him!” shouted the owner of the tea shop.
“That money I left on the table!”
I ran after the mysterious girl. It's so weird, I've always never been able to find it. I rushed into my car. I have to go after him, he must not have gone far. I kept driving my car through the city. It seemed like the spring afternoon sunburn had made my clothes wet with sweat. When I was about to go home I saw the girl walking in a crowd of people. Again I ran after him and passed the crowd who were spending their afternoon in the city.
“Excuse me.”
“Oh sorry to have hit you”
“Excuse me, let me pass”
Because I ran in the crowd, my run was hampered. Shit, I lost her again. A pink thing was lying on the street. I picked it up and opened it slowly. To my surprise I saw that the owner was the girl. I was going to hand it over to the police station, but maybe it can help me so I won't hand it over. Arriving at the apartment I then took a shower to refresh my body after the incident this afternoon.
After eating dinner, I sat in front of the lit TV while opening the contents of the wallet.
“Mectha?”
“Mecta Rosiene, never studied at Sorbonne University”
Maybe I can get to know him through the network site. I took the laptop from my room and sat down again in front of the TV. Mecta Rosiene's. No, there is not a single account on the friendship site. That night I was still searching and hoping that maybe I could find him. I didn't realize I was asleep in front of the TV until morning. When looking at the wall clock, how shocked I was at that moment. The class starts in five minutes. Immediately I took my bag and headed to the car. Thankfully I wasn't late. After the lesson I approached Nick, he was my best friend.
“Hei bro, how are you?”
“Fine” says.
“Nick, I want to ask you something”
“About Kanya?”
“This is not about Kanya. This is about Mecha Rosiene, do you know her. I heard he went to college here”
“Oh so so”
That's all I know, I need to find out more. I decided that afternoon to go to the funeral, I should know what name was once Mecta's lover. It was easy to find, but something was strange. It seems that the girl had just left this tomb, she placed a blackish rose on top of Joana Ricky's tombstone. I went around the place, maybe he's still in this place. Again, very quickly he left me. He didn't want me to go near him, what was wrong with me. I just remembered, his wallet might have been able to lure him back.
“Mectha, this pink thing is yours not” I shouted.
“Can you hand it over and get away from me now” he said suddenly.
“No, before you show me who you really are!”
Great, the way I'm going well. He actually appeared to himself directly in front of me. Now I can see it up close. She was just like the one I saw that afternoon while sitting in the garden. Beautiful with unravelled curls, smooth white skin like porcelain.
“Make it!”
I held out the wallet in my hand. When he was about to take it from me, as fast as lightning I drew his hand. I would take him to the park when I saw him that afternoon sitting on a park bench.
“Tell me who you really are”
“Go and get away from me or you'll die with me”
“What do you mean I'll die”
“I dream of everything that will happen in my life, everyone who is near me”
“You mean de javu?”
“So you better leave me if you don't want to die with me. I don't want anyone else destined to die with me. I don't want you to be like Joana, she died for my fault. I should have told him from the beginning that he would die if I was with me.”
He was crying, his face wet with tears. It seemed like he was indeed bearing an enormous burden and guilt. I appreciate the point. I will no longer bother him.
On a winter night, I went outside to eat out with my friends. We're going downtown. Slowly began to forget the incident when I met the girl with fun. But perhaps I was destined to be his savior when death would come to him. In the middle of dinner, I went out for a while. When I saw the girl walking alone at the red light, I threw my gaze away from her. The light turned green when he was still walking in the middle of the highway. I ran towards him and pulled his hand. He fell right into my arms, almost about to die.
“Why did you show up again, didn't I say you would die if you were with me. You almost got hit dead earlier” he said while crying.
“I don't know what keeps me going like this. I just follow my heart and take me. Maybe I'm destined to be your savior's malikat”
“Follow me” I said while running pulling her hand.
“Where are we going?”
“Already come with”
I took her to a shopping mall for various fashion clothes in Paris. I walked past a line of luxury clothes labeled famous and headed to the display of luxury hat collection. I picked up one of the pink wool hats. After paying him, I put him on his head.
“Wear it. You look beautiful wearing it. A few days ago when we met, I saw this hat on the storefront. I think it's appropriate if for you it turns out to be true”
“Why, did you do all this for me?”
“Consider this gift from your guardian angel”
Right now my job is to take care of him. I have to look after Mecta. Because I was destined to be with him and cover him.
