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.”
