Chapter 2

I lowered my ego and that made me sit next to Garvi on the garden grass and hopefully, the grass I was sitting on wasn't peed on by cats or dogs. If the grass that Garvi is sitting on contains cat or dog urine, it doesn't matter because he deserves it. Teenage boys like him deserve to be stained with animal waste because of their self-willed nature.

I glanced at him briefly and his face was so calm, as if nothing had happened between us. Our relationship broke up two days ago and he is acting like this. Our good relationship since we were four years old means nothing. Why do I miss him who loved me so much since we were little? He was the one who looked after me and defended me when Nareswara bothered me. Ah, I can't waver anymore, I have to be firm with him so he knows his mistake.

"This world presents many colors. Just choose which color symbolizes us." I don't know where he was possessed by a genie that made him say those words just now. Maybe when he was running, a genie suddenly stuck to his body.

"What color do you choose to symbolize yourself," he asked me and I was increasingly convinced that he was possessed because he was a typical basketball player who was rarely in class and always ranked at the bottom of the class.

One more thing, he is also not a fan of literature. His only talent is basketball and not knowing himself is also one of his skills.

It's okay to answer his question, "Red because I can burn many things and foster a passion for life," I answered firmly because red is the color of my life.

"Yeah, you are like that." Of course, he knows because we grew up together and eventually fell in love and then it ended because he betrayed our relationship. Sounds blue.

"The color of my life is brown. So warm and calming." He is right and not wrong. That was all he was aware of about himself, whereas he never realized his free nature.

Garvi is indeed so warm and calming but that's before for me. Because the current Garvi is no longer as warm and pleasant as he used to be before he had an affair. Maybe it's his nature that makes women out there so captivated by him, as was me before. I don't know how I fell in love with him. I do not understand.

"I didn't ask," I snapped to get rid of the lingering feeling of liking him.

"Just an insight for you before we separate for real," he said and I smiled dryly at that.

For real, he said.

According to him, insight is based on not knowing yourself. Should I lend him the big glass in Agha's room? Or I'll just give him the glass as a housewarming gift so he can remember me and all his bad behavior towards me. Ah, that seems like a good idea. Or I buy it through the online shopping application now and ask for it to be delivered right now so I don't have to beg for Agha's big glass.

"Okay, let's order a farewell gift for you," I said softly and I'm sure he heard it if his ears weren't clogged with dirt.

He turned to me while I was busy looking for a large mirror for him on my cell phone. From the smell, I was sure that he was hoping to get a romantic gift. Uh, of course, this gift will be a romantic gift for him from me as his ex-girlfriend whom he cheated on. Wait, I glanced at it briefly, and the scent changed. Is he afraid that I will give him a dead rat or pig's head as a gift? Ah, it seems he is now suspicious of my gift.

"Don't leave before the gift is sent to your house because I don't want to send it twice. Sending it again is very tiring," I said after finishing ordering a large glass as a gift for him.

He stood up from his seat. "I also have a gift for you." His face, a typical athlete's face, smiled happily. It's annoying that he can change his scent like this.

"Let's go home because the sun can dry out your skin later." Look at that attitude. Why does he care about my dry skin and why does he reach out his hand to me? He thought I was paralyzed so I couldn't stand up from sitting.

I didn't accept his outstretched hand and stood up from sitting and walked ahead of him. When he matched rarely, I kept dodging and dodging. It continued like that until several neighbors who passed by asked us if we were playing on the street in the complex. My emotional level was very high and I had to hold it in and let him answer it. Luckily he didn't talk about what happened to us, if he talked about the truth, I would smash the glass that I gave him as a gift later after I glued it to join the broken pieces. As a form that is what my heart is like.

Is that the shape of my heart now? Or it remains intact but it hurts because it was punctured. If it was stabbed, there would be a stab wound here, in my heart. But I felt something different. It's like it's not crushed or punctured, but it's like being scratched by the edge of a piece of paper, which I thought was harmless, but it turns out it could hurt. Yes, that's what it feels like.

Ah, did I just call him 'him' and not his name anymore? It seems like I hate saying his name even in my heart. Yes, he deserves to be hated.

"When will my gift arrive," he asked when we arrived in front of my house.

It's shameless of him to ask like that at a time when our relationship is like an ocean and a forest fire like this. He always ignited a fire in me to burn down many shady trees which became charred to nothing. Maybe for him, I am like an ocean that sinks itself to the bottom of the dark sea. But it's not my fault. He started it first and why am I so vengeful like a vengeful devil? Did I just call myself like a devil? No, no. I'm not the devil but he is the devil. I am a fragile person who is easily deceived. It's unlucky to have a character like this. But sometimes I can be so brave that I do unexpected things, like what I will do when the mirror arrives.

"Just wait until Manchester United wins the English League this season," I answered then entered the house with a smile. A smile that made him very annoyed because he was a big fan of the Red Devils. Even Manchester United is better than him even though he is nicknamed the red devil. He had to learn a lot from his favorite football club.

"Why do you always bully me, huh," he shouted from outside the house fence. Look, I'm so happy about this and I can't stay silent so I'm going to say something to make his ears hurt to his heart.

"Why are you cheating on me, huh," I shouted back and I didn't expect that my scream would invite both of our parents, including Agha, to come out from behind the door of our house.

It looks like we will be interrogated dry because our family doesn't know about this problem and they think we are still dating. Ah, if only we had never dated and just let the love be one-sided so that only Garvi would be hurt.