Thursday, July 12, 2012

The Girl Who I knew well

The window was open when I came and got closer. But I heard no sound, nobody inside I guess.  I just kept standing in the doorstep, waiting. I was trying to call someone, but I didn’t know who I should call. I was still standing, trying to knock the door, again I heard no one.

I decided to come in, although I never knew what kind of place it was. I did not know whether it’s a house, or just a room. But it looked neither like a house nor a room. I just often saw it, there, in my dream.
I opened the door, walked alone into the room. There were many things I knew well. That pictures which hang on the dirty wall, the soft sofa bed which I always laying down, and the floor, yes that was the glossy green floor which I often lay my clothes there.

I never came here. I just knew it well. It was the place which I always saw in my dream. The dream that I always met the girl who could make me feeling high, as high as a flying cloud in the sky. There, on the lilywhite bed, she always sat looking at me. Telling me how wonderful story hidden on the pictures which she put in her classic picture frames. She sometimes came close to me, whispering me something funny. I guess I like her so much, but I didn’t know who she was. Perhaps she was the girl who was fated to accompany me, or was she the girl that I would met in my future?  Or was she my girl on the past?. I never knew, and could not remember.

I walked around the room, looking for her and something that could make me find her. I was in a total confusion. And I need her smile I guess, her smooth hand touch caressing me warmly. But where was she? I didn’t see her, I could not find. It had been a long time, I didn’t see her in my dream, again. I was glad to be here, wishing that she would see me smiling blissfully because I would see her lucent eyes. And it was not a dream. I could feel that it was so real. I could touch the door, the window, the sofa. I could step on the floor. I could smell the scent. I could feel it.

I had looked for her in the room, but I didn’t find. Where were you, baby? I missed you so bad, and I did need you much. I was trying to find her out side. I went out from the room. Maybe I could find her there, I thought. I knew I never saw her outside the room in my dream. I was just trying to find. I would keep finding, or just waiting till she came.

I walked again. I saw my way home, there, in front of me. But I still wanted to be here, waiting the girl. I walked again and again. And I trod something slippery. Then I fell. My head collided with a hard thing, and it was so sick. I closed my eyes, felt it.

I was surprised, when I opened my eyes I was in my own home, my own room. I was sitting in front of my cup board, holding my sick head. Oh shit, I thought it was a real, Apparently it’s still a dream. And I felt I lose her.

I saw something I knew well next to my feet. A picture frame with a picture inside. It had just fell from the top of the cup board. I took it. I saw her in the picture. And it was really really her. She was so beautiful, sitting on a chair which I knew too. She sat with a smiling little boy. And I knew him too. That’s me, the young me. I knew. It was the picture that my father always wanted to give me before he passed away. He said that was my picture and my mom who I never knew where she was since I was so young. I always promised to my dad that I would find her.

I knew her, I missed. I promised to find her, bringing her back to my hug. For me and for my father there.
                                                                                                              
Malang, june 2012

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