Call

We just ate dinner and after that, I took a quick shower. I also did my skincare before going to bed. I was lying on my bed then suddenly I remembered that I got his number.

I checked all of Travis's social media, especially his Instagram. I was lying on my bed when my phone rang, the number wasn't familiar so I just ignored it. A few minutes I have received a request message on Instagram. My eyes widened a bit when I found out it was Travis.

"It's me, Travis." I read his message on Instagram.

"Oh," I whispered before answering his call.

"Hi," He said. This is my first time talking to a guy. I don't know if it's right or not, but I guess it wasn't because we're just friends.

"H-hi..." I answered, slightly stuttering.

"How's your day?"

"It's fun, my crush talked to me," I said with a smile on my lips, I know it's embarrassing but it's my chance!

"Okay then..." I just rolled to my bed when I heard his voice, with my eyes closed and with a wide smile on my lips. This boy really has a huge effect on me, huh.

"How 'bout you? how was your day?" I asked, the smile on my mouth didn't erase.

"It was good, too." He answered shortly. Silence covered us, here I am thinking of what should I asked him.

What if I told him that I like him? I know it's too fast, I just don't want to lose the chance.

My heart was throbbing so fast when I decided to tell him. Am I too fast? Never mind, I should just grab the chance.

"Hey..." I broke the silence, trying to lift the atmosphere.

"Hmm?" He answered. My lips formed a smile again, why I'm so obsessed with his voice.

"I..." I cut off myself, this is really embarrassing! Should I ask my Mom? Never mind. She'll get mad at me.

"What?" I heard him chuckled.

I stayed silent when I heard him chuckled, I am more embarrassed now!

"N-Nothing..." He chuckled again. What's funny, huh?

"What is it? I'm so sorry, I won't laugh again." He said seriously.

"It's just nothing..." I said.

"You like me, don't you?" My eyes widened when he said that. How did he know? am I too obvious?

I stayed silent for a while, still shocked. I can't move, I was really shocked. My hands were trembling, as well as my lips. I don't know what to do!

"H-Huh?" I uttered silently. My heart was throbbing so fast and loud.

"Are you uncomfortable?" He asked. Maybe because of the silence he felt that I was uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"M-Maybe?"

"Let's change the topic, then..." He said firmly. I just nodded even though he can't see me.

"You said you write stories?" He asked, trying to make me comfortable about the topic.

"Well, yeah... but I love tragedy," I answered back. That's true, I do love romance but it depends on my mood.

"Why?" He asked.

"I don't know, maybe I just realized that most of the couple didn't end up together." I simply said. I have my Aunty who told me that, even you two really loved each other, if you won't end up together, you won't. Tragedy will come, even you don't want it. Even if you avoid it.

"Aunty, why are you alone? why you don't want a husband?" I always saw her alone, my curiosity won't leave me. So I had to ask.

She smiled when she saw me, she tapped the vacant seat beside her.

"Why do you ask, huh?" She smiled at me and slowly caressed my hair. I just shrugged my shoulder.

She pinned my hair to my ear. "14 years..." She smiled, but there is something inside her eyes. I saw her eyes sparkled and she looked... sad. I don't know but I felt sad too.

She looked at the sky. "We were so happy, everything seems so perfect, we're almost married, but then he fell out of love."

I stayed silent. "I blamed myself for years, thinking it was my fault why he left." She continued, I wonder why she's telling me this. They said, Aunty never told their story to them. But here she is, telling me how cruel love is.

"Aunty..." I called her. She tilted her head and looked at me. "Hmm?" her lips formed a smile. "Does it hurts?" She slowly nodded and tapped my head.

"So much... you'll find yourself being dumb, you'll find yourself being a different person. I did everything, I gave him all he wanted, I even begged him. But what did I got? nothing. I just... lost myself."

"But you know what's the advantage when you experience pain? you'll grow. You'll realize many things, you'll love yourself more. But before you grow, you'll experience the worst. I was diagnosed with depression...." I am so proud of her, she fought her battle. I am so proud of her because she never gave up.

"When I passed that battle, everything became so good. I learned how to love myself, I learned how to value those people who stayed with me until the end, I became hopeful. But there is something that never came back, the willingness to love again. I already learned my lesson. Maybe I still love him... but I will never let myself come back to him. Love is the best feeling yet it is dangerous."

I still remember what my Aunty said, maybe that was the time when I got inspired to write stories that have tragic endings.

"How 'bout you, what do you prefer? tragic or romance?" I asked him.

"Hmm, mixed. I guess," He answered back.

"What about your dream?" I asked again.

"You're curious, huh. I guess you really like me." He chuckled, you silly boy! I can imagine his deceptive face.

I frowned even he can't see me. "I'm just asking! being curious doesn't mean I like you!" I said defensively, why the hell did he know that I like him?

"Oh... okay then." He just giggled. My eyes went on our clock and I saw it's already 11:00 pm. My Mom will get mad if she saw me not sleeping at this hour.

"Should we end the call? It's already eleven in the evening, my Mom will get mad if I wouldn't sleep right now." I said softly.

"Yes, sure. See you tomorrow, then."

"See you, good night!"

"Good night!" Then I ended the call.

I lay down on my bed and hugged my pillow, I can't describe what I feel. I just feel... happy.

"Please, son! We don't have money anymore! Please, let us send you to New York! Please!" I heard my Mom, shouting and crying.

I was stunned for a moment but suddenly I get up and went to my Mom. I saw My Mom, Dad, and Brother, crying.

"Mom! Hear me out! I don't want to go there, I wanted to be with you!"

This... is what I am avoiding. But now... It's already happening.

I don't want this.