Trapped In Ambiguity
Mailbox
Devan's door was locked, I knocked on it repeatedly but no one opened it yet. It's possible that Devan and mom went to the hospital because Devan's teeth were coming back. I walked over, sitting on the porch seat of the house while waiting for him.
I stared at the clock on my wrist. It's been a few minutes I've waited but there's no sign Devan, mother or daddy will come my way here.
"Your name is Adel?" ask a middle-aged man I don't know who he is.
"What's up, sir?" I'm standing. It's rude of me to talk to someone older while I'm sitting and he's standing.
"I'm the owner of this house, but I know Devan, he's a really good kid. He left me a box, he said I had to give it to a girl who was going to sit in that chair, whether it was today or tomorrow" he said, showing the box and giving it to me.
"What's in that box? And where's Devan?" my many.
"Your question will be answered when you open the box. Then I go first, there are things I have to do in my house" said the middle-aged man.
"Thank you, sir," I cried as he was at the gate. He then thumbs his thumb at me.
I opened a box measuring 10x15 with a height of 5 cm, wrapped in pink wrapping paper and tied with red tape.
I saw the keychain when I first saw it, it was a small, pink, smiling bear.
Then I found some photos of the two of us, even the photo that was last night was between the sheets of the photo.
The last time I found a letter. The letter I know from his writing is Devan's handwriting which he wrote as neatly as possible and also the sentence is so long. I sat back in the chair and began to read the letter.
Hi Pricilia Adel, you must have been sitting in astonishment while reading this letter, right? Take it easy, this letter will answer your questions about what purpose I wrote this letter and where I am now.
"So, you know what, you know" I said, imagining Devan in front of me. But that opening sentence really represented my current state.
Okay, where do I start? How do I know you? I wanted to cut it again, maybe you forgot how you blushed when I asked you to meet. Oh yeah? You don't know yet, why did I choose to get you acquainted compared to the prettier kids when we first did? You're suggesting? That's because you're the only one who cries when your parents tell you to come home after dropping you off at school. Don't ask me why I'm interested in approaching a whiny girl like you.
"You're really weird, Devan. To be honest, your every behavior sometimes I can't guess. Even you're weird for sending this letter when you can talk in person."
I'm so happy to be your friend at the Kindergarten. One year of spending my time with you was really fun. I also plan to take the same SD as you. Thankfully, we still spent our time together in SD for 6 years.
"You know, Devan, I'm also happy that you invited me to meet that time at Kindergarten, to be your friend, to be your best friend. I still remember when you asked me to be your best friend when I was crying about value."
Grade 6 Elementary School, I remember when I studied desperately in order to get into your favorite Junior High with you. Someone who is the most stupid in the class has a dream to enter the most famous Junior High School in this city? But my fatigue was replaced when I saw you smile. Smiling because I got my name on the signboard when receiving new students, although my name is in the last order while your name entered into the top 10.
I smiled, looking at the writing. My mind drifted back to the past, when I was the same Devan was actually waiting for the announcement, hoping Devan's name was listed there. I even thought I'd follow Devan where he went to school if he hadn't been accepted at the time.
"And you managed to realize your dream so that 2 years of our class," I kekeh. I still don't understand Devan's intention and purpose in writing this letter, but this letter really makes me flashback.
One thing I can't forget in my junior high when you invited me to meet your parents for the first time. It feels really deg-degan but you said everything will be fine. You're right, mom and dad are really good. I am so grateful to you for introducing them. I even consider them like my parents
"Even mom and dad are grateful to know you, Devan."
*Sa*at first entered High School, a coincidence because we are back in class, but when I went up to the second grade I was happy to be placed in a special class but sad because I am not your class anymore even so do I always take time off to go to your class?
I stared at the clock in my hand, it has been 1 hour since I was in this place. There are only a few more paragraphs that I have to read to answer my two questions.
I actually do not know the stringing of words, even I wrote the 11-month story in just 7 paragraphs. I don't even understand why I wrote it? Maybe so you don't forget me someday.
"Hi, Devan. Every day we meet at school, every day I see your beautiful face. How could I forget you?" chortled.
Okay, I hate writing these last paragraphs, Dellong. But how else, I have to tell you, right? All right, take a deep breath and then exhale slowly.
I did what Devan told me in the letter even though I didn't know what would happen next.
How do I say it? Before, I was really sorry. When you read this, I'm no longer around you, no longer in the city where we grew up, maybe I'm still on my way or maybe, arrived at my destination country.
I read the sentence over and over again, trying to understand it, and as I understood it, my eyes heated up, condensed, then dropped a clear grain. I wept.
*I don't know how this happened, everything really happened so fast Dellong. At night, ever since daddy got the call that grandma was sick, right then and there I knew what daddy was going to do. Actually Daddy was leaving that night too but I begged, asking for time to leave tomorrow night. I'm grateful, Daddy accepted my request. One day that daddy allowed me to spend with you, fulfilling every request of yours and making it the happy moments of my life.
Yesterday was the last time I saw you at school, Dellong. And that night, in the garden, I planned to tell you about this, but I was too cowardly, I was afraid to see your tears spilling in front of me. I'm not strong for that. When I see your smile, see how happy you are, I don't know what's going on in my brain or my heart.
I actually could not shake the hands of my father and mother when I remembered my flight schedule for 2 hours. And in the end, my tears spilled as I held you, Pricilia Adel*.
I flipped the paper, hoping for a connection. But my name in the letter, ends it. Tears were unceasingly flowing down my cheeks.
"You're evil, Devan. Akh."
I ran to the highway, looking for a taxi, I just wanted to go home and complain to my father and mother about how evil Devan is.
"This is the third time you've been in my cab. And every time you ride, you're always crying."
