Ring-ring! Ring-ring! As I was awoken from my dreamless sleep, my phone yelled, wanting to be answered. I glanced at the screen and there it was, that name. That particular name. “What do you want?”, said me to the person on the other end. She replied back “I need to see you tomorrow after class, Adi. This is important. Please.” With a sigh, I barked back, “You're calling me at this hour, during my sleep, just to tell me this? After everything you've done? Fine, tomorrow at 2, cafeteria.”, I said and then immediately hanged up the phone without a goodbye. 'What else would this girl want? After everything she had done to me, how dare she interrupts my sleep.' With that, I calmly brushed away that thought and continued sleeping, wondering what the next day had in store for me.
Her name was Farah Zulkifly . That particular name. We used to be lovers. We were engaged. I was totally in love with her. I chose to end my single life with her and she chose to do that as well, with me. Or so I thought. On the 14th of February, I asked for her hand in marriage. She gladly agreed. I was on cloud nine, thinking I had found the one. The future mother of my children. But sadly, six days later, on my birthday, she broke it off. On the grounds of commitment and how she wasn't ready for it and wanting to live a single life. I took it pretty hard. I thought I gave her enough time to decide on the engagement but she just had to do this. She left me hanging. For months, I was bedridden. Emotionally downtrodden. Emotionally scarred. The only thought that kept me going was the false hope of that she would overturn her decision and resume our relationship. Woefully, the stark reality was far from that hope.
That morning, after I had gotten that peculiar phone call from her, I woke up heavily. The idea of meeting her again 2 months after she broke off our engagement darkened that day. With restraint, I got up, showered and had gotten ready for college. I was in no mood for breakfast so I only gulped down a warm glass of water and drove off to college. Luckily, I had only 2 classes that day. I couldn't focus, thinking what would she had wanted with me, after 2 months. I was slowly recuperating from the breakup and that phone call the night before had brought back all of the dark memories of 20th of February. Dreading and surviving the classes, I paid less attention on the chalkboard and more on the clock. I was so anxious, wanting for the classes to be over. Finally, the clock stroke 2. Apace, I made my way towards the cafeteria. It was packed with students but my eyes were looking for one. With an utter of sigh, I sat on the bench, waited for her appearance, wanted to know what was so important that she had the nerve to meet me after everything that had happened.
As I was dialing her number on my phone, my ears pickup up a voice. That voice. “Adi.”, the voiced called out. I turned around and there she was, smiling and glowing. “Fara, hi. Err, have a seat.”
As she sat down, I asked, “Erm, what was so important that you had to see me, Fara?”. She looked down for a while. Her smile was gone. Then, she turned towards me. “Adi, I have some news.” Upon hearing that, I listened intently. “The truth is, I'm getting married at the end of the year. I know this is a lot to digest but take all the time you need, Adi.”. Upon hearing that, my heart broke. Two months' of progress of moving on, just gone. Everything was pale. Darkened. Speechless. Heartbroken, I packed up my things and left. The thought was unbearable and bordered on suicidal. Manly tears started to flow down my cheeks. The only thought that was lingering in my mind was to go back to my dorm and calm myself down.
Upon reaching the stairs to my room, my phone shouted a call. Ring-ring! Ring-ring! One look on the screen monitor and all heartaches seem to have gone. It was my best bro, Najhan. With a smile, I answered, “Hey dude! What's up?” “Nothing much! Haha! Hey, I have a great news.” “A good news. Well, what is it dude? Is it a cause for celebration?” “I don't know? Is an engagement a cause for celebration?” “What?! You got engaged?! Congratulations, man! Finally, some solid news on her. When will your best bud here get to meet the Mrs. Najhan?” “Erm. I don't know. It's too soon.” “Oh come on! It's been a while that this guessing game has been going on. I was hopped on the idea that your one might the the 5th floor janitor. At least, tell me her name so I know it's not some doll you've been seeing. Haha!” “Okay! Fine! I'm only doing this so that in your best man's toast, you'll get her name right.” As of that moment, for some unknown reason, my heart was racing. I thought maybe it was a sign of some sort. Then, I braced myself for what was coming. “The lucky lady is Farah Zulkifly.”