us against the world.

Trespassing

I am a tea freak and i know it. Especially, green tea and camomile. But in big city where people are often tired from working, you'll find more coffee than tea.

So when suddenly, on the light wood coffee table, was placed two glasses of green tea i couldn't help my eyebrows furrowing. This is new.

"I don't serve coffee. Sorry but you'll only find tea here. And please, don't call me Wyatt, Irena will do just fine."

I give her some thin smile. I won't even think to protest, its green tea after all. And I also nod my head a little to show her I agree to that sentence of calling her name instead of surname.

She then sit down on maroon couch in front of the table that stand between us. I look around the room for a moment. Straight from the door on the left side, there is a table with roses on it. Across the vase, there is a bookshelf that's pretty tall with lots of books. In the middle of those books, I noticed a small framed picture. Next to the bookshelf, there are 3 level drawers with 2 parts. And here we are. Two sets of single maroon sofa near a coffee table that has a water heater and a jar of tea leaves on top of it.

I choose to stare through the single window near my couch, only to notice its starting to rain, raindrops starts to fall.

"So.." her voice drag me back to reality.

"How are you?"

Forcing myself not to laugh at that stupid question I mumbled some 'fine' then I turn my head and stare at the rain again. Its a very heavy rain, how should I go home later?

"You know, you can let out as many tears as you want under the rain. Scream too if its a hurricane, it'll silence your voice. And you'd be glad because no one will even notice."

I turn my head again, looking at the woman in front of me who also looking at the rain. Her eyes looked.. sad. Like she's travelling back to her past, remembering something that cause some mist in her eyes.

"But of course you'll come down with a fever the next day."

Then she laughed at her own joke. To cover those unshed tears, I guess. Its just so sad to watch sad people trying their best to look happy just so other people won't notice their sadness. And slowly they'll be eaten by those sadness inside their soul. Yep I know. Sad isn't it? I guess she need to talk to therapist more than I do by the way she is doing what she's doing.

"I know you don't want to be here, but we don't really have to do anything you know? Just talking. Let's have a normal conversation where two people are actually talking to each other, because right now I feel like i'm talking to a statue."

I smiled a little. "What should we talk about? There's nothing to talk about."

"Well, you can talk about anything. And I'll listen to whatever you're gonna say."

I almost laugh sarcastically at that sentences. Of course you'll listen to me, you're paid for it. Its your goddamn job. But then a memory come inside my head. The only memory that I kept mention in my prayers, just so I could go back in time and change it. Sadly, I can't. No one can.

Well, she said anything, so maybe I should just tell her about those memories, about those happy and yet sad times, about them, about... Her.

"Its a little unfortunate for you doc, I won't talk anything that my parents want me to. But I do have a lot going on inside my head. Will you listen to them?" because they are dying to be heard when nobody wants to listen, I thought bitterly.

She smiled brightly-well isn't she lovely? Then says, "Of course I'd love to listen."

Oh how very wrong of you doc. You won't love my story at all. But maybe this once, I could use some trespasser to help me.