Unpredictable Love

Day Dream

Irene Pov;

Life on odyssey is often wanted to be adapted from romantic love stories and happy dramas, but not all the journey is in our favor, so that someone who brings hope can be stranded in the turmoil of life, making hope extinct and souls revolt, so that some drift lost direction to find a way home.

Cipp .... cip ... cip ... the sound of magpies singing melodiously from outside the window of my rented apartment broke the evening silence. The bustle of the city caused a state of silence as it is now also a tranquility. My thoughts flew into the memory of yesterday that is still scarred in the depths of my heart. A strong breath accidentally escaped from my lips. "huhhh" carried me drifting with emotions, such an evening peace encouraged me to daydream.

“I still like you the most” those words whisper clearly in my memories before my eyes fill with tears. The song ‘Over the horizon’ shocks the imagination, the sound of the cell phone tone has broken the silence ever since.

"Hi, where have you been?" The loud voice at the end of the line changed all the emotions that had been nestled since just now.

“Wait! Is there any emergency? ” My voice suddenly changed into shock at Gina's anxiety.

“What kind of emergency are you talking about? I am worried about you, who have been silent since you left last night. Not even a single text message, you just disappear like a ghost, with no footprint ” replied Gina, still flinched.

I burst out loud. I didn’t reply to her directly but I laughed.

“Thanks Gina, you are such an i***t asking me out of anxiety. It makes me nervous after having a good time day dreaming”. I keep chiding

“How can you laugh like this after someone intentionally cares for you lives in vain?” replied Gina with a normal voice.

“I didn’t do anything, stop panicking because of me” I said mere with a small laugh.

“I need to worry because you accidently told me that you don’t have anyone else since you came back here and, as a good friend, it is not necessary to look after her friends? You are so mean!” replied Gina with little cries in her voice.

“Shhhh.. I am so sorry for making you worry”. I am shushed to stop her crying.

She finally laughed back after hearing I was shushing.

I cool her down by letting her talk to the point of satisfaction.

Gina starts mumbling like a mother talking to her little children after she steals a sugar from her. I let her speak out all her brain out without any obligation. As usual, she took the chance the best she had, of talking her heart out without asking me any questions anymore. I think it took almost 30 minutes she mumbled until I couldn't feel my ears anymore.

“Okay….okay stop! I can’t feel my ear anymore because it's heated by the phone. Stop mumbling, I am fine.” I said to stop Gina from continuing her philosophy.

“You keep refusing my advice, I'm just telling you all the things that you may have forgotten” replied Gina, who didn't want to lose tone.

“Nevertheless we talk again tomorrow” I pushed the red button without saying goodbye to run away from Gina’s granny's mouth.

Not even a minute after we stopped talking, she sent me a short message with Satan’s emoji

“As always, you are stubborn. ”

“Naaa….I am not! But I did it because you won’t stop talking ” I replied with a monkey face to make her irritate

“ Ehh….why are you saying so☺️” Gina replied to me back with sulking’s tone.

“Don’t start sulking, I have other things to do and I want to enjoy my off day”, I tell her out-to-point so she can understand my situation.

“ OK, you know that I love you, so take care of yourself ” Gina’s reply to me lovingly.

“Eeeewwww…...And I love you too. See yeah ” I replied shortly just to end the conversation.

“ OK, bye ” Gina replied to me back.

Gina is the only daughter in her family. I didn’t know much yet about her background, but I find it easy to get close to her because she is warm person, a good listener, have her own interpersonal skills when meeting a new person, trustworthy but sometimes childish.

After some short conversation with Gina, my head goes back to reality. I tend to forget short visions that come into my imaginary.

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