PrincesAuntum

My encounter with him was a blessing because he showed me another side of this world that I have not seen before. Our acquaintance was a joyful one because he transformed me into a flawless girl despite having a number of imperfections myself. I was, by no means, a quintessential girl. I was an eyesore to everyone. Even so, had I been able to turn back the hands of time, I would prevent our existence from being known to each other. There were so many things that I have lost because of him. He was a boy that would always be in my memory. I would never bury my hatchet.

UNFORGIVEN BOY (ENG)

"Kids? Do you have siblings?" I asked. Ricky nodded, fiddling with his phone again. Then they showed me a photo that took me by surprise.


"Brother... we are twins. His name is Raka."


"Raka?" I asked as if repeating his words in that professionally taken photo. There were two boys wearing shirts with almost the same faces. I know twins must be identical with similarities in looks. However... I never thought that Ricky had a twin brother. What's more... his brother doesn't go to school here either.


"You know where I am?" he asked. I pointed at the boy hugging another boy with that sweet smile.


"This is it, right? The one in the dark gray shirt?" I guess. He nodded, then smiled again.


"Your dimples... Raka doesn't have that." He looked down, his smile still etched the same. Honestly... apart from the dimples, there are still some differences between Ricky and Raka. There are other face shapes.


"He's different like me... just the same face. A sweet, smart, and quiet guy. It's not like I'm always a thug."


"Then... where is he now? Why don't you go to school with you?"


"He?" long time, he did not continue his speech. And it managed to scare me. Is he mad at my question? "He's there... with Mama. While I'm here with Papa."


"Sorry." I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked like that. Ricky must be sorrowful because my question made him remember the pain of separation between his parents.


"Those shoes are cute, huh..." he said, ignoring my earlier apology, "they only have one pair that fits perfectly. I hope we can be like that."


"Yeah... now you're happy, aren't you?"


"Oh..." I answered again. Confused as to what to answer. Though... I thought he was serious when he said that. Though... my heart was beating like crazy when I heard it.


"You are like grass in the schoolyard."


"If you see, it makes me cool," I looked down, embarrassed. I don't understand. But I quite know that he's trying to be romantic.


"I'm going to the toilet in a minute," said goodbye.


Actually... what was our conversation about? I have absolutely no idea. The kind of dry, lousy conversation. Then... what's the purpose? Although, to be honest... I blushed hearing that.


"Are you close to Ricky?" I looked up. Arya came towards me full of sweat, then pulled my hand until I stood up.


"He's my boy." there was an angry glint in his eyes as if he didn't like it.


"Not him, Nilam. He's a killer!" again... I heard those words. Again... my body shivered with cold from those words.


27 -B