The Journalist

Part 52: Me and You Are Complicated

Golden light began to creep in this small room along with the sound of birds that sounded like musical melodies. At the turn of the day, my body began to recover from before. The proof, so early I've been playing ball with the boys. I scored a goal many times. I don't know why I got new powers today.

"Goooooool!"

The children cheered with excitement as they flocked to me. No matter the opponent or teammate, as long as someone manages to put the ball into the goal already makes them all excited. While the children were still crowding me, my eyes were turned across the street.

Yes, I saw Ameena walking while carrying a pile of books. Unknowingly, my eyes, head and neck continued to follow him. I admire too cold a face without the smile lines that become typical, so even my gaze was reluctant to turn away from him.

"So watch out!" shouted the children.

Just as I turned around, a ball shot smoothly into my nose. I sat down while grimacing in pain. A speck of blood flowed from my nose down to my lips. I went straight out of the field while pressing on my nose which was still bleeding.

"Brother Blonde!"

I turned to the side when I heard Khalila's voice. The little girl approached me while thrusting a handkerchief whose color resembled the petals of cherry blossoms in general.

"Thank you! You are a very caring friend!" I threw a compliment at Khalila while using her handkerchief to clean up the remnants of blood on my nose.

"Not me but ummi! That handkerchief ummi asked him to bring you."

I'm aghast. My eyes stared sluggishly at where I saw Ameena earlier. He was standing facing me. Unfortunately, his head immediately turned followed by footsteps that hurriedly moved as I looked towards him.

My lips formed a thin arch. I folded the handkerchief back and put it in my jacket pocket. Yeah, I got one more of his stuff!

"Brother Blonde, can we still meet again after this?" Khalila's face was suddenly gloomy followed by her lips curving downward.

I squatted down in front of her while pulling her cheeks up so that her lips look smiling.

"definitely. We will definitely meet again. Take care of yourself, will you?"

Khalila nodded even though her eyes seemed to dim.

I swallowed the bitter-tasting spit. "You also have to look after your mother."

"Sure" he answered quickly.

I turned to face my back to him. "Let's get on my shoulders! I'll teach you to fly like Superman!"

"Huh? But I'm scared."

"Come on, trust me!"

Khalila then climbed onto my shoulders hesitantly. I stood up and started walking while carrying Khalila sitting between my shoulders. Both of his hands were squeezing my hair hard for fear of falling.

"It looks like my height is the same as Abi's."

Khalila began to dare to spread out her arms like a flying bird by flapping its wings. I carried him running, crashing into the wind that was blowing slowly. In a few hours I will leave this place. The sense of kinship that was so thick in this place, made it hard for me to leave them.

An hour later, Ahmed came to me in a hurry. "Brother Kei, you called Mr. Ali into the backyard."

I stood up and immediately went to see Mr. Ali. Small steps led me down the path with Ahmed.

"Brother Kei, it's a pity that you'll be home soon. Just try if you can stay here longer!"

"Why indeed?"

Ahmed turned his head towards me, holding a smile. "Mr Ali finally decided that he would propose to Ameena's sister soon."

My steps stopped for a moment.

"should have. Mr. Ali is the older brother of her late husband. Their faces made almost no difference. Mr. Ali also meets the criteria of a good priest for women."

"The good priest?" I cringe.

"Ah, that's it .. You won't understand! In addition, Ameena might consider Khalila's wishes. If he accepts Mr. Ali's proposal, then the marriage may be forthcoming this month" Ahmed responded enthusiastically.

Hearing that, my face seemed to be covered with cloudiness. My explosive feelings for these few days seemed to be swept away. In a month's time? That means I'm still in Japan.

"Ah, that's them!" sahut Ahmed's.

Seeing that Mr. Ali was with Ameena and Khalila, I hesitated to step up. As this leg retreated backwards, mister Ali looked straight at me.

"You have come apparently!" Mr. Ali greeted me with a smile that showed his teeth.

I bow my head as a form of salute to him. My side view meets the blue bead of Ameena that shimmers like an ocean in the sunlight. I got lost in my own daydream. Even when those beautiful eyeballs had turned away from me.

"Brother, come with us. I'll show you the fruit and vegetable plantations. You can bring home what you want, "take Mr. Ali with you while walking.

By the time they all started to step, I was still settled, still and fixated. It was as if this leg was stuck to the ground until it could not move.

"A ... Master!" call me suddenly, "sorry, I can't come!"

Mr. Ali's forehead forms small folds.

"I want to rest before I go. The journey to Damascus will take a long time, so I guess I'll have to prepare my body."

"Oh, yes, he just recovered!" connect Ahmed.

"True, huh? Then you better get back to rest. We will call you if the car is ready" said Mr. Ali.

For some reason, my guts always shrieked when I was among them. Indeed, Ameena is very suitable with Mr. Ali. I admit that. Khalila needed her as a mother. It feels so selfish if I block them from coming together. I am now forced to walk away from a love that has not even been achieved.

I went back to the room staring at the clockwork. I prepare myself, pack things and put them in a backpack. I picked up Ameena's handbook last night, holding it carefully.

I looked back at an origami stork that was about expressing my feelings for her.

When I got to know you, there were no languages and words that I could understand and too many flavors that were hard to define. Like a clown who likes to be laughed at, I become a fool in my days. Like a bat that moves at night, and sleeps in the morning, my behavior turns 180 degrees upside down from the usual me. All of these feelings flow naturally as they are. I can't control it. Inevitably.

I always try to be mediocre when I look at you. But, not power! There are just too many incredible things that I find in you.

I also started to wonder in my heart. Can we sit face to face with the two cups of tea presented in front of us? Can we stand side by side, quietly permeating every point of water that falls from above the sky? Can we go hand in hand with the same direction and purpose so that we no longer need to say goodbye as usual?

Unfortunately, you and I are complicated. It's as complicated as putting our fingers together in one hand. We cannot go beyond asa. I-so, right? Yeah, I got your answer first, before I even told you about my feelings. You should also know my answer. I like you without needing to be liked by you. So, don't feel burdened to accept this expression of my feelings. Because I'm not asking you to repay me. However, if my feelings are an absurdity to you, I can only sincerely apologize to you.

It occurred to me .. Could it be that you are my pending pain? Its alright. I'll enjoy all the pain later in the day. Even if you only bring a little happiness to my life, I will never regret it.

That's the stork-shaped letter I left on the nightstand. May she read it and know the meaning of each stroke of my love.

kei Ayano's

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