Trapped In Ambiguity

Letter Piece

I noticed the yellow house with a garden filled with flowers that were so lush like a few days ago. I started knocking on the door of the house. A few minutes without an answer, I tried to turn the door knob. Locked up. It's possible that Devan and Mom went to the hospital because Devan's toothache again relapsed. Huft, waiting for them might not take long. 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. But if I go home and then a few minutes when I come home they come, the time waiting for me is free, right?

My attention shifted towards the fence when I saw a middle-aged man walking towards me. “Your name is Adel?” he asked when he was exactly 2 meters in front of me.

"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 own this house. I know Devan, he's a really good kid. He left me a box, he said I should give it to a girl who would be sitting in that chair, whether it be today or tomorrow. And to make sure, he told me your name," he said, giving a box the size of a shoe that had been wrapped in red wrapping paper, not forgetting the red ribbon that was tied beautifully there. Wait, my birthday is still a long time, there are still two months left.

"What's in that box? And where's Devan?" my many.

"Your questions will be answered later. Then I go first, there are things I have to do at home. Excuse me," said the middle-aged man.

"Thank you, sir," I cried as he was at the gate. He then gave his thumbs up at me in return.

I sat back where I was. Curiosity filled my brain more than the desire to go home. So I decided to open it here while still waiting.

The keychain greeted my vision when I first opened the box. A small pink bear hanger that was smiling. Cute. Can't I get the size of the jumba?

Then I found some photos of the two of us, even the photo that was last night was between the sheets of the photo. There is a range of 11 sheets, if you remember it is only our good photos in every moment.

I put back the photo and started taking the books underneath, paying attention to each book title. It turned out to be my book that I had loaned to Yolanda. Ah, he gave it back. I thought I never saw my book again. Thank you, Devan.

The last time I found a letter. The letter I know from his writing is Devan's handwriting which he wrote so neatly and also his sentence is so long.

“Dasar Devan, you can tell me directly without going through the mail. Like old people used to use letters. Don't you want to express your feelings too?” I cried and laughed at my own words.

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.

"What the hell, your sentence is excessive know no?” I said imagining Devan in front of me. But that opening sentence really represented my current state. But it was a pretty interesting opener.

You've seen that keychain, haven't you? So pretty. Yes, I am talented in choosing things. I bought it at Junior High, it's been a long time, anyway. Take it easy, it's still good. I used to give it to him but somehow I was embarrassed. So I'm just giving it away now instead of piling up in my room. If thrown away too, dear. Costly.

Well about that photo, I'm not sure you have it. So I just wash it for you, as a reminder also that you've met a man as handsome and sweet as Devan.

I smiled amusedly. “Still to-PD, always.”

Let me tell you why I took you a picture last night. So look, when I wash the photo (yesterday night yesterday), the shopkeeper said “Kak, wash ten photos can wash one photo for free,”. Instead of wasting that golden opportunity, I started looking for photos in my gallery, but couldn't. So I washed the photos last night, right home from your house. Counting by a bonus. Fortunately, you want to take a photo.

“My nature is contagious to Devan,” my curse, either praising or even condemning my nature that does not stand the same as the name of the bonus or free.

“Wait, when to school her face is smooth. Jesus, Devan. Even in letters you still mocked others.” I laughed out loud. My humor dropped just because of that sentence. I didn't mean to mock Yolanda, just, ah, forget that before all the disgrace of Yolanda was exposed.

THE WARNING !!! THE NEXT PRAGRAPH CONTAINS SPOILERS.

Already warned so, I still continued my reading without going beyond a line of words. Even though I hate spoilers, it feels weird to miss that part.

About that book you never read. What he said was a book given by father, I really like the main character. When he was abandoned by the person he cared about so much, he was so patient. Even the days that are in nature are very difficult, like being alone in this world. He has no relatives, only one kara, but he is able to live his life.

“Eh? It's spoiler.”

I told you it was a spoiler but you must have read it anyway, right, Dellong? You know, the curious guy. I figured out what the reason fate made your father give it to you. Be patient and don't give up on what happens to you later. Vim.

Devan's talk in this letter is starting to feel strange. My heart raced fast. What does that phrase mean? Is someone I love going to leave me and I am being asked to be patient?

Well, I seem to be going around the discussion. And if it's clear there's only one sentence I want to tell you, Dellong. The words are easy, but it feels hard to tell you. Very heavy, so let me wrap it up with long sentences.

I actually hate writing these last paragraphs, Dellong. But how else, I have to tell you, right? You must have spent a lot of time sitting in front of my house. I'm sure you haven't even asked Dad for permission. I'll be looking for you if you stay here any longer. I'm going to write it instead of having to write new, unimportant paragraphs. 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. A tear washed the paper.

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 remember your smile, seeing how cheerful you are, I don't know what's going on in my brain or my heart. I don't want that smile to fade, especially if that cheerfulness turns gloomy.

I actually could not shake the hands of my father and mother when I remembered my flight schedule for 1 hour. 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. How could I not see the tears she had hidden that night?

"You're evil, Devan. Akh."

I ran to the highway, looking for a taxi. I just want to go home and complain to my dad and mom about how evil Devan is. He was truly a coward who did not dare to speak directly. He's a very, very bad man.

"This is the third time you've been in my cab. And every time you go up there's always crying.”