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Boys Were Jerks

“Mom, can you tell me about my dad?”
I stared at my half-eaten roasted chicken that was still steaming on my plate. Its delicious smell was clinging to my nose, making my mouth waters. Adding the fact that I didn’t eat lunch, (well, except for the one bite on my burger) I really am sure I’d devour this chicken.
“I’d rather not talk about it, hon”, she said, getting the pitcher in the fridge. She took the seat across me and put the pitcher on the glass table.
“But why?” I merged my eyebrows together.
“That’s way too long ago”, she’s slicing the chicken and then brought it to her mouth. “The past must be buried.”
“Mom, what has happened in the past was important─,” I argued. “─ to me. I felt incomplete. I don’t even know the name of my dad. It’s like there was a part of me missing. Ever since I’m a child, I am trying really hard to live happily around the huge gaping hole of his absence. Mom, I’m a grown up now.”
“I suppose we should talk about this after dinner”, she said without looking at me. But I could see her eyes moisten as she tried to blink back the tears. So, I stopped.
“I suppose so. I’m sorry.”
“No”, she smiled at me weakly. This time, she met my eyes. “I understand.”
I smiled back at her, feeling guilty. I mean, I knew she’s tired from her work, and her in home I’m bugging her. It’s just that I really wanted to know about my dad. Because it feels like there’s a part of me that was still covered with mystery.
We spent the time around the table without speaking another words again. We just sat there and ate in silence. Only the sound of the spoons and forks rustled to the plates were echoing in the kitchen den.

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The Last Kiss (Chapter 5)

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FRiENDS

I parked my car near the pavement and headed towards the beach─ my comfort zone. Ever since I’m in grade school, I always go down here whenever I felt lonely, distressed and broken. Whenever I felt sick of the mocking laughter of my classmates about the fact that I don’t have a dad, I escape into here. But that was before I met Kirsten and Arielle. They’ve been my comforter ever since, especially Kirsten who’s always eager to listen, or sometimes lending me her shoulder.

But today, I can’t risk of including them on my problem. They’ve been through enough. They have problems in their own. And besides, we’re grown-ups now. We can handle and solve our own problems.

The moment I stepped into the sand of the beach, I removed my sneakers and placed it on a flat stone. It just feels good walking barefooted. I love the feeling of the sand on my sole.

A cool breeze scented with the clean, watery fragrance of the seawater pleasantly replaced the warmth of the day. Facing the water, I lifted my arms on my side and closed my eyes. I inhaled deeply, wanting the clinging pain to go away with the breeze. Like what I used to do when I was in grade school.

But this time, the ritual did nothing in easing the pain I felt. It didn’t even lighten my feeling. It was just different.

I opened my eyes slowly, squinting against the playing waves in front of me. And a tear flowed down to my cheek. I felt helpless. My mind was racing in thinking any way to make myself feel better. Then I found my own arms wrapping around me, comforting myself because nobody’s here to do such thing.

I slowly sat down on the sand, and then wrapped my arms around my knees. I watched the sun that was drifting down the sky. I watched it kissing the sea, making it blush pink and purple. The beauty of the sunset was absolutely amazing, and I felt my breath catch with pleasure.

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