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After Lunch

Here is what happened after lunch between two people.

So, everything is almost forgotten or is it really totally forgotten?

Not really, I just don’t think we should open our old wounds again. Today is the reunion after all.

Reunion means to regale something from the past, right? So, what have come to your mind?

Nothing. I am just lazy to talk about anything. If you have something to tell, I’ll just listen.

Okay, but don’t blame me if there is something you hate. Ja? I wonder if you still remember what happened between six or seven years ago?

I do.

I wonder if you still have the same feeling, the same desire towards the old stuff. You know, ones you always called artifacts.

Yeah, they were pretty great. However, I just barely reckon them. Your point being?

The point is, why won’t we continue what has been left behind since that time? I mean we were pretty good at it. No one was offended and by looking at our times, I think the timing is perfect.

I’d better finish my drink then? I wouldn’t be so sure about the timing. We come and go through different methods. Our signature is too distinguishable.

Yeah, I was just thinking that might be right. Aside from that opinion, don’t you think your time is correct now?

I don’t mean to be any rude or something but I think our time never agrees to each other even in tiniest bit. Sorry, if that’s too harsh.

No, it’s okay. Everything has changed, huh? I would be just like any other dust in the desert, wouldn’t I? Singing the old songs day after day, time after time. I was just stupid back then for believing those things.

I wouldn’t call you stupid. That was obviously natural, especially if it was pointed to you. Like I said, those have not changed a bit for me. Why don’t we finish this accidental conversation and continue our journey together with our friends? We are in reunion after all.

Yeah, that would be great. Just great.

They said the bell rang and students had to enter their own classroom to continue their study and teachers would gladly collect their homework but there were always some students who just forgot their assignments.


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out of time boundaries

He attended a funeral again. Once again one of his best friends left this world in a set of baroque songs followed by the storm of sadness. He stood with his black coat along with the other mourners. Father played his tone of voice chanting mantras of peaceful death. He followed the funeral procession from zero. He walked on the side of the road under the rain with the others. Sun didn’t show herself for that day as if she told us how sad she was. He walked his mind through all memories he could remember about the deceased one: how he met him under the umbrella of warfare; how the deceased saved him from the a stray bullet; how they ran across enemy’s fires and succeed defending their post; He smiled in crying for denying the fact that his partner was gone.

The he arrived at the funeral complex. He stood on the side of burial site watching his dear friend being put down gently and slowly. Father still sang his chants and then after the deceased was placed properly, he began his reading and praise to the Lord while he even didn’t take a look. His cosmetics began to be washed by the rain, revealing his real face which people didn’t care because of the rain itself. His face which didn’t change at all showed a deep grief under the his hood. He took a look at his deceased friend insignia which was as same as his own but his friend was so much more dirty and it had so much scratches because of the battles he had when he was alive.

Unlike him, his emblem was clean for his existence was already erased from the history since he never existed. His presence was denied a long ago while his deceased friends got promoted to the higher rank. He didn’t mind and he gladly lost himself inside the woods of uncertainty. He began his new life as no one but one who walked amongst the dead yet he wasn’t with them and yet he wasn’t with the living either.

Funeral procession was ended on time and he began to walk out from the burial site. For a far ahead he could listen how people like the deceased’s family made questions about how his friend lived and died. There was also something about his presence there which was unknown yet felt very close to the deceased. He didn’t look back as he understood that the corpse had already begun to rot. He fastened his steps onto the the nearest bus stop and made his waiting there. He aimed to the south where the HQ was located. He was planning to return to the surface facing his old commanders and colleagues for his friends death.

He along with his hunger for revenge came forth to end what it was to be ended. Silently he grasped the night and the rain. Time started to obey and stop at his disposal. He walked on the void and made no sounds. He walked by the bus he had intended earlier to use but he didn’t. He began to understand why his partners were gone one by one in the same pattern and why his dear friends faked his death. One who had no time bound regretted nothing and deserved nothing. One who had no death beside it had no right to live and mercy. One who had no grey hair and weakness had no right to exist. He followed his path with an emptiness. For he knew everything could be done in just one second.

Ha vanished into the labyrinth, sneaked into people’s mind, ran with the the mighty wind blows. He drew his old sword and went forward unto the dusk. For a promise to be alive, he broke the code and again for the same matter he rose his blade against his old colleagues and commanders.

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Padre, What Of The Youth?

One time, a son asked his father about the meaning of youth.

Padre, what was your youth?

Father looked at his son and tried to regain his stories from the past, how he ended up there and not anywhere. His son asked again.

Father, when I was at school, there was this family time when my class had to tell stories about their parents; how they met; how they fell in love; how they called upon sacred bond called marriage; how they had children; I want to know anything before my existence. Where is Mother?

As a Father, he knew that his son deserved to know these things because of his age. But again, before he could start telling, his son asked again with the same tone and topic.

Father, one of my friends told the class about how their parents met. It was so cool and romantic. Imagine that his mother met his father back in high school, a reputable one too. They even went to the same college and their romance grew even stronger. My friend, he told the class that his father was the perfect match for his mother. He described things like this: his father is more like social person; he tends to be in the crowd, being the center of attention; he was a leader of some kind back in high school and college and even in his quite busy time, he still could get an awesome rank of graduation, well, how do I call this, GPA or something?; his mother was also a smart woman; she grew up in the city and was well educated. Father, do you know this college? Yeah, his parents went there too. They were the center of attention, a sample to be followed, and a couple people had been dreaming of. I just could not imagine how proud my friend was.

Father, my turn is tomorrow to tell the class about our family but until now you have not told me anything about you. Mother said that everything about you is for you and telling them to people is up to you. Why would you not tell me? Father, when they asked me about how you were, I just gave them smile and tried to convey anything to them so they could change the topic. When teachers asked me what you do for a living, I was lost in so many ideas which were unknown; was it right, wrong, or just there was not any?

Would you agree, Mother if Father just tells us about how you two met? I really want to know everything behind your life. Everything before me, sister, and brother were born. Would you, Mother?

Mother smiled and looked at the Father. His tired face and grey hair showed the boy how old he was and how he owed so many things to tell to his eldest son. Mother started to speak.

Father, I have also been wondering when you would tell me everything about you. We met with nothing so special about it. We met after we saw each other in college and you surprisingly know my life before your eyes in a second when I now have nothing know about you. Why don’t you sit here with our children when I prepare some tea for us to relax? I bought the red tea you like back in the market.

Father looked at his family. Telling his stories which was jet black would easily awaken his old wounds. He would plainly disgrace himself in front of his family: his beloved children and wife. When he stepped into marriage, he made a decision not to open anything related to his early life. He chose to ignore, even to forget if he could but in the end, everything about him would always be with him for life.

He sat with his children on the floor while his eldest son was preparing his pencil and some papers. Mother appeared from the kitchen and was bringing the family a set of small tea party. Mother joined the circle, took a sip of her tea and began to listen his husband telling the story of his youth, or in fact a tiny part of it.

They said only being alone would protect your stories, your past, your life. But again, there is no such thing as being alone forever for people would be forever people and stories were to be told sooner or later. Even if the they had to be told by Death himself after life.

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