Silhouetted

4.3 A Confession

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The night is getting night. I went back to work after an afternoon of looking at the rain with the orange hooded woman. Just an hour ago I finished talking to him on the phone. I am alone (again). I went back to the files that were piled up on my desk. A file whose height seemed to touch the ceiling.

I don't know what time it is, and I don't know how many hours this job will be done. While the office is empty. Only one or two people typing. His voice broke the silence.

Slowly I stretched my body, I saw outside it had stopped raining. Maybe since then. I don't know, it feels like the last time I talked to him it was still raining. But it was indeed raining like that, coming and going without any signs. It is no longer possible to believe in weather forecasts. In the times when the world turned around like this, was there still something to believe? Including the prophecy. Man foretells the weather he cannot control. The weather went and came as it pleased, who could have guessed?

Is love like that? Come and go without any signs? Probably also. I rarely analyze love, I rarely read books about love. But I know love.

Suddenly I remembered someone in the rainy city. Sometimes I feel like I need him. Sometimes I think it's better to forget it.

But I think I should call him. So I picked up the phone but I didn't play the number I remembered. Even the ringing sound that feels like heading for kilometers of cable.

Where will this grin go? Could it be that there was also someone on the other end who was listening to him? That means he and I are listening to the same sound.

But I ended up dialing one number too. Not his phone number.

ANJELIC

Next to it was a three-story rattan bookshelf, but the bookshelf was not full, where were the other books, or was it never full?

Next to it was a small table with a radio on it. Pink radio with two speakers, now off, but usually at these hours always turned on. Then the wardrobe is four layers of gray, the lowest level for underwear. The upper level is for subordinate clothing, the upper level is again for top clothes and the top level is for towels, handkerchiefs and other trinkets.

There's an ironing table next to a light purple bed. There's one roll and one pillow, there's dolls who don't know what they're called. Then there's a kind of study table with one chair and one reading lamp.

While the walls of the room are decorated with childhood photos, photos with the mother, a calendar and some oil paintings.

And on one side lay a paper two meters in size. It is currently being looked at by Anjeli. A paper full of notes and tables is a life plan.

Looking at him sounded a murmur.

“I'm always ready to face anything, since childhood my mother taught me to always make a life plan five years into the future. This paper is proof, this is my life plan Kingdom, I am always ready and have a plan in life.”

Take that paper. “I'm ready to face everything, except...”.

Terminated swab “...your arrival.”