Moving on (2)

A small boy was waving at her not too far but she was too busy reminiscing the moment that the boy eventually approached her. The boy picked up the ball at the left of her foot and stared at her for a while.

“Are you okay? You have been staring at the playground for quite some time. Do you need any help?”

The boy had offered. As if something had shaken her back to reality, she looked at the boy and gave her a sincere smile.

“I’m fine thank you. What is your name, dear? Oh, and thank you for asking me. You are such a sweet boy, dear.”

“My name is Marcus Wil…”

Before he finished saying his name, he turned his back to the right as someone was calling out for his name and waved to the person.

“Here!”

He answered.

“Man, how many times do I have to tell you not to talk with strangers? It’s dangerous you know.”

“But she seems nice, though. And she seems to be lonely. She has been looking at the playground for quite some time.”

She heard a familiar voice. A voice that she longed to hear and a voice that came into her dreams once in a while. She was afraid to turn her back. The guy was standing few metres behind her and was calling the small boy to come back to him.

“I’m going back now. Before that, may I know your name?”

The boy ignored the calling and asked her name.

She could hear the sound of footsteps nearing toward them. She was reluctant to turn back and she was afraid if what she was expecting is actually true.

“Marc, let’s go back. Mommy will be worried if we don’t go back now because we promised her to play at the playground for one hour only, remember?”

He sounded really familiar to her. She couldn’t help herself but to turn to the voice. As she had expected, it was him. The guy was looking at her and finally was looking at her. They exchanged looks. Tears forming under her eyes but she forced herself not to let any tears dropped at any moment from now. She took in a deep breath and started to walk away.

“Wait. You haven’t tell my name yet.”

The boy tried to stop her.

“Is that how you treat someone who was once close to you? The person who you left behind for 5 years with questions and wonders?”

She stopped walking. She looked down and pursed her dry lips. She knew if she looked at him at this moment, she would cry. A type of cry that you make if you lose someone. In fact, she did actually lose someone. Someone that she thought wasn’t important, someone that she thought can be replaced. Over the time, she realized that she had make a big wrong move.

“I’m sorry.”

She looked at him finally. His eyes were tender as ever, and the look that he was giving her was the same look that he gave before she dropped the bomb 5 years ago. A pair of eyes that were full of questions and almost looked like in pain.

“Okay. Marc, let’s go back. Mommy must be waiting.”

He looked away from her. The boy seemed to be confused and eventually follow the guy without pursuing to know her name. The boy probably could sense a tense in the atmosphere that he eventually stop asking for her name.

“My name is Julia!”

She shouted finally but the guy and the boy had already gone.

Just like how simple she broke up with the guy, that was exactly how simple she found out the guy was already engaged. The boy turned out to be his nephew and the girl that he engaged with was one of his best friend. 

The best friend that stood by him as she dumped him coldly, the best friend who always lend a shoulder for him to hang on when he was frustrated for her certain actions. She didn’t blame him, though. Not even a slightest bit. She knew she deserved this and she knew her position too well to accept this reality.

Some stories do not end with happy ending. Why? Because life isn’t always about sweet candies and chocolate. Life is like a game where you win some and you lose some. Don’t find for perfection in life because you’ll never find a thing called perfection as long as you live in this temporary and limited time duration. 

JINN

P/S Thank you for reading if you are reading till the end. I might not be the best writer but I enjoy writing stories so here they are!