The Various Kinds of Stories

Flash Fiction - 3

Jimmine.

I've been waiting here for about three hours. On the bench of the first row like he said on his text message.

This might be my second meeting with him. After getting to know through one of our friends.

I admit he is friendly and sociable. It's just, I see him as saving something in his life.

Maybe a secret...

Time has shown at nine o'clock tonight, this means I've been waiting for him exactly four hours.

I seem to be getting nervous, ever since she didn't give me the news. To my mind if he was just playing me.

I looked towards the open door of the cafe. Ah, it wasn't. It seems like only the wind blew it.

Suddenly, I felt a chill all over my body. Especially the nape of my neck. Even the feather in my hand stood up like something was touching me.

Forget it, this seems to be just my delusion. I think too much of a horror because of the movie I watched last night.

I waited for him again and again. Until nine o'clock, thirty minutes. Did I like him too much? Waiting like a fool.

The sound of my phone surprised me, Aira's name appeared calling me. I lifted it while holding back half my emotions that wanted to explode.

"Tar, where are you now?" he asked with a trembling voice, it seemed like something had happened to him.

"At the cafe, wait for Bagas," I replied casually and repeated again, the nape of my neck back goosebumps.

"Lock you back."

"Why?!"

"Bagas died just like walking to your nemuin cafe."

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Jayanti.

I smiled holding back the cry that almost broke because of it. Trying to still look okay even though I almost told her not to be left alone. Refusing to believe in what is seen in plain sight.

My steps wavered slightly as they smiled sinlessly at me, I returned a smile with a wave of my hand at the two.

"Congratulations!" my hand still shakes when it touches his hand.

The sweet smile on my face could not cover the pain in my eyes. He knows it! his hand held my hand even tighter. Not wanting too long to dissolve in feelings, I moved to greet the bride next to him.

However, not yet have I stepped away, she pulled me in a hug. I could have pretended, but when I was in his arms again, I broke, I fell, I lost.

My tears broke on the surface and were witnessed by many people. Sobbing held the tightness that I lasted long enough. Yesterday he was still my fiancee, but now he has become the husband of my best friend.

"You know my feelings are only yours!" the whisper was slow with quite a heartbreaking tone.

"But I never had you!" my reply was upset in between sobs.

"Thank you, this wound is so deep you're incised!" I ran down from the stage ignoring his call.

I picked up the phone in my bag, looking for a number called Galang. I sent the video to the number, then stepped out of the wedding reception venue.

I wonder if he will be surprised when he sees the video. The video depicts his newly married wife having sex with his best friend, Liam.

My fiancee chose my best friend, so I am no longer her best friend. Raisa we're even!

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By Nyun's.

Both my hands were getting tighter and tighter hugging him in the warm arms of my body. It was so tight that both palms of my hand could touch my left and right elbows in the opposite direction.

I showed selfishness in myself. I don't mind the tightness he might feel. Really, I was so possessive of holding her in my arms. It's like I missed it if I didn't.

I felt the tension from the beginning. An undeniable tension every time I hug her. So stiff and hard. But there is still a little bit of tenderness I feel.

"I miss you very much, my dear. Tonight don't take a second out of my arms."

I commented on the sweet smile on my beautiful face that had been clean from the makeup polish that had been stuck all day on the surface of my facial skin.

I pulled away for a moment from him. Stretching a moment of my embrace from her made me uncomfortable. Both of my nostrils inhaled an unusual aroma. A different aroma from the long nights we both used to miss.

Both my eyes were staring at him. A sharp look with flashes at both corners of my eyes. I refused to even blink both of my eyelids.

"Who were you hugging?"

I did not hesitate to directly interrogate him with an overflow of emotions in a fiery self. An emotional overflow that can't be a damning account for the betrayal I just got.

"You know, right? I am so dear to you. How much you treat me like this. Then what does my hug mean every night that always faithfully hugs you?"

Both my eyes are hot. There was a puddle of tears ready to come out to wet my plain facial skin.

What I've been afraid of all this time has come true. There were other people hugging him as long as I wasn't around him.

An unbearable pool of tears fell down my beautiful face. I can't stand the heart-wrenching scratch of a new wound.

This time he betrayed me the same way. He had done it repeatedly without a word coming out of it. Let alone a statement, apologize he never.

Maybe I've been too in love and fallen for her.

The sharp gaze with the roar of tears changed instantly. I looked at her gently and gave her the same opportunity as the nights yesterday.

"Don't repeat, huh? I'm sorry, deh."

I went back to the sweet smile on my face. After jumping into my chest, I realized that he could have been hugged by someone else as long as I wasn't around.

Both of my hands re-embrace the stiffened one with his tender side. He, my favorite pillow bolster.