I Love Pie #2

at least, me

Fs #2

I have a new friend, her name is Shiela. Maybe it is more called that I am her new friend, because I am the one who is a newcomer in her town. Silly, it’s all the same.

At first I met her when I was buying some bread in bakery. Usually Granny Selvi that is in charge keeping the store, because she is the owner of the bakery. Granny Selvi is a nice caring woman, she always greet me with a warm smile every time I jump into the store, but this time, I got a questioning stare from a new person that asked me “What are you doing?”

“Let’s play again!” insisted Shiela. A while ago, Shiela suddenly asked me to play with her whereas that was the first time I see her. And now I and Shiela have played a round of snake and ladder and twenty seven games of tic-tac-toe. She keeps asking me to play more tic-tac-toes.

Of course I’m bored although at first I was excited. I thought Shiela was a playful and fun, but as I observe, i think she is somewhat mentally different. Hey, I’m not being rude! I just see her acts so childish and innocent with her 14-aged girl’s looking; also she won’t let me to go.  I don’t know anymore, I just want to finish this, but I can’t hurt her feeling.

Another three games of tic-tac-toe makes her give up. I thought this will be the last but she invites me to a table of chess. I simply refuse it because I can’t play chess.

“Oh, c’mon, I’ll show you how!” persuaded Shiela. I don’t know what to say but maybe by saying I have to go somewhere might work out.

Or not, she becomes sad.

“You don’t want to play with me again?” said Shiela. Oh dear, initiating feeling-conflict dodging sequence.

“Oh, no, no, I’m just thinking that we can play again tomorrow, OK?” nervously I said that. Oh please, no drama bomb, please….

“That’s great! But before you go, what’s your name? You haven’t said anything about that” she replied. Initiating exhale sequence, I feel much better.

“My name is Eive Chera” I said. Ah, lucky I don’t say that actually I want to use fake names. I know it would be silly.

“Eive Chera, wait!” Shiela called me again before I leave.

“I just remembered, Granny Selvi won’t be here for few days, can you help me keeping the store together tomorrow?”

I just say “Ok then”, then I walk home feeling more relieved.

Or not, it means I have to be with her again tomorrow? Oh what should I do?

The next day is something. There is a festival today, I don’t really know what it’s all about but it is very crowded. Diane asked me and Twilia to explore the festival together, but Diane is so hyperactive, she goes here and there so fast, we can’t keep following her. So then we set off in a coffee shop for a talk.

“How about Shiela? What would you do?” asked Twilia. I have already told her everything about Shiela because I believe in her. She is a reliable friend and I’m glad to have her.

“I don’t know anymore Twi, I just don’t want to make a horrible mistake” I said

“Of course, Shiela has such an underdeveloped mental condition. Anything you do is very susceptible” before I have time to digest what Twilia said, someone says “haha, trapped with a mentally disordered girl, how silly…”

Navica Shellionston, she just made me annoyed.

“You can beg me for help, little girl” added Navica

“No, I don’t need your help! And I’m not dealing with Shiela!” she just pissed me off. I walk out from the shop and head to home. I think Shiela can do it by herself, she usually keep the store alone.

*gunshot

Run.

Run.

I made a mistake. Please, forgive me.

I open the door. I beat three guys that are robbing the store. And I take Shiela to hospital.

I made a mistake

-0-

The festival was very crowded, and everything can be insecure by vast amount of people. Anyone can be there, and I was just thinking myself. Fortunately Shiela survived the shot. Her left shoulder torn and it is all because of me.

And now, she is lying on a hospital bed. She doesn’t move a slightest, she got a terrible coma.

I’m sorry, my friend Shiela

I promise I’ll be there when your eyes opened.

Realia

A : If this is the first step to take the second step, what's the third step?
B : huh?
A : the answer is reality
B : ...i don't get it
A : me neither

fs #1

Let me tell you, everyone here is nice

Although some of them won’t be look like one

            Why did she so mean? I was just trying to help, but she was disapproving me and she didn’t talk polite to me! I mean, I just knew her and she just knew me, at least she act softer at first although she dislike me.

            “No, Chera, she just doesn’t like foreigner” said Diane calming me down. Diane was true, I just settled in this town a few days ago, but still, now I live here, and so she should act more in a way she should to a newcomer like me! Uh, I really dislike her.

            The first time I got here, I was greeted by a man. He was so friendly and wise-looking. I told him that I was new here and I wanted to get along here. Then he said that everyone here is nice, although some of them won’t be look like one. Yes, the first people I met were really nice. But for Navica, She is clearly not.

            “Follow me!” said Diane briefly. She doesn’t give a chance to ask, so I follow her in wondering. Diane was one of the first people I meet, she is so carefree and cheering although sometimes she is so puzzling, like this one. But I’m glad to meet her.

            She leads me to a place where the sky and ground meet. This was the place that made me keep smiling for a long time when I got here. My feet were buried by grass and my eyes filled with colors. I was on a flower field. I am on a flower field.

            “Look at those flower, Chera!” said Diane. I look at them. I feel so peaceful. But suddenly some flower is turning into black. I thought it was the weather that is becoming cloudy, but it’s really turning into black.

            “Diane, what’s happening with them?” I’m bit scared. The clouds begin to disappear again. As the sunshine touch the flower, it turns back to normal.

            “This is a unique flower, if something is hindering the sunlight, you won’t see the beauty. But when there’s no gloomy cloud, its color will bloom” explained Diane

            I am amazed at the moment.

            “But nowadays, clouds often covers the bright sun and forgets that it is a sunny day that we need” said Diane. I don’t understand her, maybe I am too amazed.

            She slap my shoulder and says “Chera, listen to me. Everyone here is nice. Although some of them won’t be look like one”

            I am surprised, once it’s a déjà vu, and then it becomes clear. She said exactly the same thing.

            “Just look again at those flowers! Everyone here is similar with them. If you see them with the sun, you’ll see the color.”

            I am stuck in silence. I feel like I see the flower dances for me. The wind blows softly. I start to think that I am the one who was wrong.

            Maybe she has her reason.

            Maybe I was just being sensitive.

            “Chera, I have to go, see you later!” I almost don’t realize that Diane is leaving. After that I walk back to town on my own. Thinking everything, I mean, everything.

            “Ouch, hey, watch for your steps!”

            I hit someone. I wasn’t paying attention while walking. I said sorry then I realize that it’s Navica.

            “Don’t you have eyes!? Now, get out of my way!” said Navica rudely.

            I want to be angry, but my heart doesn’t let me. Instead of get mad at her, I greet her.

            “Hi Navica!”

            She doesn’t respond and continue to walk away.

            “Where are you going, Navica?” I continued.

            “Why do you even care!?” replied Navica, then she leaves.

            Am I the one who was wrong now!? I’m meaning to ask this myself, but instead, I follow her and see where she is going.

            She enters a house. There is an old woman sitting on a rocking chair at the front terrace. My brain starts to think badly about her, but my heart forbids it. Then I see her taking something out from bag that she brings. My brain thinks even worse, but my heart denies it. Then I see her giving something to that old woman.

            “Granny Selvi, here I made you a good sweater to wear; now you won’t feel cold when winter comes up! But in return, I want you to tell me more about your story”

            I set off, and I leave that place. I’m heading to my home. I’m trying to process what I just saw. But this idea is getting stronger, stronger, and now it stuck frozen within my mind.

            I am the one who was wrong.

            I end up with conclusion too fast without knowing anything.

            “Don’t let your sky cloudy, Chera” Diane surprised me; suddenly she is walking with me beside.

            “To see someone’s color, you need to see it with bright heart, and for everything, keep your friendship sunshine bright!”

            Now I understand.