Silhouetted

5.1 On One Day They Talk About Faulty Love

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Who invented the word “meeting”? And who teaches meetings to be celebrated? But sometimes a meeting must be enjoyed until it will continue to be remembered.

Like them. They are now at the same table. But he's not a musician on stage. Acoustic music from CD. Echoing around the room this time not filled with visitors.

A new cafe was opened, and the waiter had not finished tidying the table. Raya came there because Anjeli said there was someone who wanted to meet. I don't know who. He didn't say anything. Just order, just wait.

“He came what time anyway?” Just drink the tea

Anjeli looked at the door. “No idea, he said he pas cafe open. Be patient, later also come kok.”

Then they shut up, Anjeli pamit.

“For a while, I have to finish the kitchen work. My mother has not come yet. At least an hour is okay?”

Raya smiled, “Nothing, I just wait here.”

A moment later Anjeli disappeared at the kitchen door. The light-looking white door was still swinging around as the back disappeared. Raya's alone. Within himself he was staring. It was unclear what he was thinking, he just wanted to ponder. Music is still playing. The song Something’s Wrong. Tompi Voice.

While the sun starts to fall. The cafe is open an hour before sunset and now it's time for people to go home. From school, from the office, from meetings, from promises, from various tastes, from various sorrows that may be bland, from various anger that may be explosive.

He looked out, towards the reddish sidewalk. Sunlight obeys and refracts long shadows.  The shadows of buildings, cars, the shadows of people walking, people running small chasing shuttles. By ourselves. Both. In tandem. Man. Female. Adjoin. Embrace.

What are they thinking? Raya imagines if she can get into everyone's mind, it might be interesting. But a second later he shuddered at the thought of his own mind. What if he can get in but he can't get out?

While the song has changed. The sky was still reddish radiating to the pavement and to the glass walls of the multi-storey buildings. Raya is still pensive.

I

I was trying to call someone.

Sometimes in the midst of loneliness like this, I feel desperate and need friends. When someone comes to accompany me, I choose to reflect and not care. Then I'm not afraid they're offended and angry at me, because don't we all have our own desires?

The question is, does that person want to be called by me?

Given that I didn't call her, I was afraid to bother her. I was silent listening to the phone. Lately I've been listening to the sound of the phone, and sometimes I just want to be the buzzing itself. It was like exploring miles and miles to a mysterious place through a cable.

Is that snort fun?

I'm closing the phone. I felt alone again. Then I immediately lifted the phone and dialed a number that I had dialed. Long time no lift. The clock is almost late at night. It is not yet midnight but usually in these hours people have started brushing their teeth before going to bed.

Four five times the ringing has not been lifted either. Is he sleeping? But I know him, he can't sleep at this hour!

While an office errand boy passed by and put a stack of files on my desk smiling. I returned his smile as I grumbled in my heart. Shown pile of old files that I have not finished managing, now comes another pile of files.

On the ringing to the phone is lifted

“Halo!” I recognize his voice

“Halo it's me!”

“I who?”

“I!”

“Oh yes, you, what is it?”

“It's okay, I just wanted to call someone.”

“Then why did you call me?”

“No idea..”.