One man stood in his jet black winter coat along with its hood. He carried a small pouch containing a present of that day celebration. He walked his only belonging through the scanner and checkpoint after his plane landed. A few steps he made to get out from the airport with the coldly dry wind greeting his presence in the country.
What a white winter. So this is how the most eastern part of the world looks like.
He tightened his collar and put the pouch inside his jacket pocket. He wondered where to go. He was lucky for already finishing his course on languages so he could understand what he couldn’t have before. He got to the train station by walking. He wasn’t like any other people who relied on their GPS. He was an old school for he that day brought a pocket-sized map of the city.
To think that celebration would be held here, out of their native country, they must be none other than super rich people. I wonder what they did after graduation long ago and if these eyes can hold any longer in this weather.
He got off the train and continued his journey by walking. He followed the street shown on his map turning his head left and right just to make sure he wasn’t lost in this white heaven. He arrived at the appointed place and also late was he from appointed hour. He knew the sheath and the sword already had met before anything flashed his eyes. He turned on his favorite clip of song once played in a certain game trailer and watch the ceremony to start and to end with clapping hands and happily teary eyes. He watched all at once from afar.
What of this winter, really?
He walked, climbed the stairs slowly as if he was going to let the occasion finish. His mind began to ruin and build so many things, so many scenarios about what to do and not to do, what to say and not to say, of all things from this calm and white winter. He arrived at the peak and walked towards the celebration. He took the present from his pocket with his right hand for the audience had belief that giving something was better done by using right hand not left hand.
Welcome. You are not from here, are you? What are you friend of?
They knew that he wasn’t a native and couldn’t speak native language as like the other audience. He smiled and wrote his name on the guestbook and handed the present to receptionist
Actually, I am more a friend of the audience. We shared the same background back then. Oh, by the way I saw people giving presents for this celebration. Please accept this humble gift and this is the invitation card. They said I would need this to prove that I was invited.
Yes, thank you. Enjoy your reunion, sir.
It was only natural if receptionist was full of smiles when giving registration etc. services for the guest. He entered the ballroom and recalled the same air like back in the country. Just like always, jet black long trousers paired with multicolor shirt and jet black dinner jacket with a pair of well-shined shoes, that was his all outfit for winter.
THERE HE IS!
His friends approached him and other handshakes were in order. He smiled and was surprised that he didn’t think the audience would be this complete. The celebration holder had to be so generous for accommodating audience this much.
Hey, how did you get here? A plane? Our batch got free tickets, you know. So we thought, what the hell? Free ticket abroad for a celebration? Of course we’re in. What about you, they also sent one to you, right?
No, they didn’t. I refused since I couldn’t be sure where the ticket could be sent. Well, yeah, what is this talk for? What is more important than celebrating our friends successful life? Come on, I’ll grab a bowl of fruit. I hope they serve one.
Good idea! Guys, let get something to eat. Ceremony was a bit longer than I thought. I haven’t eaten anything since this morning.
They were about to get some food from the table when one of my friends suddenly realized we hadn’t given our proper greeting to the holder.
Hey, wait. Have we given our greeting to the celebration holder? Yeah, hey you, don’t start eating now before giving a proper salute to the holder.
Wait up! I am coming with you, guys!
These holder were surely friendly with everyone. He noticed there were so many foreigners giving their best greetings. He waited and when it came to his turn he wondered what to say. Their colleagues said so many things and he only gave his smile.
Two things I would like to say. First, thank you for inviting me here and second, May God bless you, old friends.
The greeting event longed for about thirty minutes. In the meanwhile, he grabbed a bowl of fruits he intended to do earlier. He sat at the corner far from the crowd answering his messages on his phone and watching the dances performed by the king with the queen along with the audiences. He still had four hours tops until he had to board the plane home. That wasn’t technically called home but he was fine with that. Having finished with answering messages, he rose up and had a little chit-chat with his friends regarding the ballroom, architecture, style, weather, and pretty much anything related to that day.
I wonder how long it has to be until I can finally be like the king.
Yeah, I am kind of thinking the same thing too. What about you?
They pointed the conversation to him.
Hmm, I wouldn’t dare to think besides this fruits are surely delicious. I think I’ll grab another bowl. Want some?
Come on, why do you always avoid things like this?
Well, first thing is that I am hungry, the second is that I don’t know since I am not ready. Classic, eh?
They doh-ed him and said something he didn’t care. He just ate the fruits from his bowl, again.
Time surely flew fast and the sun was set and replaced by the moon. His flight would depart soon and he bid the greatest farewell he could ever give. The king greeted him.
Why leaving so fast? At least, have a dinner with us.
He would like to answer that he had things to do and regarding his already tainted intentions he shouldn’t be here any longer but he just said classic and outdated jokes.
My flight will depart soon and if I don’t go now, I will miss the flight.
Ah, that’s too bad. Okay then. Thank you for coming and have a safe flight.
I will. Bye for now, old friend.
I always wonder your reason for wearing those black long coat and that peculiar glove on your left hand.
He smiled at them and turned back. He walked to the door and got out from the ballroom. The radio chatter wasn’t kidding. The snow storm was coming at his way and of course his flight would be delayed for a few hours and that few hours would be long enough to him to enjoy the reunion a little bit more.
Flight will surely be delayed alright but not my departure.
He vanished just like the water stream amongst the snowstorm without making sounds and leaving tracks or scents behind as if he was never there.
What is of winter?
Is it toast of winter?
Is it celebration of winter?
Is it dance of winter?
Is it friend of winter?
Is it life of winter?
Is it lie of winter?
He was never there.