Glimpse of Yesterday

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"I'm not Ms. Oh shit. Don't curse on me." I rolled my eyes.

"So, Ms. Oh shit. Have you ever felt like you're drowning in your own thoughts?" He asked, not minding the words I just uttered.

I didn't give him any respond, instead, I just wiped the poop out of my face.

"Well me? I've felt that a thousand of times but no one believed me." His voice was very opposite from the words he just said, it was like a facade in his lonely heart.

It was quiet. I don't know any words to say since I'm not used to talking to someone except for my sister.

"Why can't they see the loneliness behind my smiles? Why can't they see that I also need comfort? I'm tired, but I'm too tired to show it in front of their judgmental faces. It was too draining and when I finally burst out those emotions, they just laugh it off, saying that a man shouldn't be as weak like me." He continued.

"Well, that's how society works." I don't really know if that was helpful.

"The world is beautiful. But why can't humans be as beautiful as that?"

"It's not the humans that were born ugly, Mister. It was the life who turned them ugly. It was how the cycle of the world we lived in works which attracts evilness."

He was silent for a minute.

"What about you, Ms. Oh shit? Do you have any grievance in life?" He then turned the subject to me.

"Well... there's nothing more with the fact that I hate men."

"Oh! Ouch! That was kind of hurtful, Ms. Oh shit." He said jokingly.

"Men are trash. The uncontented pleasure in their eggs are the reasons why women ended up settling for less."

"That isn't true, Ms. Oh shit. There are a lots men who are loyal and faithful but ended up being cheated by the woman they love. It's just the same case as you. You shouldn't be bias." There was no humor in his voice.

It was quiet for a moment. I was unable to defend my stand because maybe, his case was opposite as mine.

"Can you sing a song for me?" He blurted out which cracked the silent ambiance.

"Are you crazy? Why would I sing a song for a stranger?"

"Oh, come on, Miss Oh shit girl, show your talent." His humorous tone was back.

"I have no talent, Mister." I shook my head, disagreeing.

"Then what was the guitar for?"

My forehead knotted.

"Wait a minute... you saw that I have a guitar? You definitely saw my face, didn't you?!" I accused him.

"No! Uhmm... I was just guessing! And I guess I was right!" He said, defending himself.

I rolled my eyes.

"I don't believe you."

"By the way, Ms. Oh shit. Are you somehow lonely? Don't you have any friends?"

Oh great. He's diverting the topic.

"Friends? Such a waste of time. They'll end up betraying you and who's going to get hurt by the end of the day? It's you and no one else but you."

"So... you've been in a phase of being betrayed?"

I shrugged.

"Yeah... I guess so."

"In what way?" He curiously asked.

"Out of jealousy. You see, jealousy can ruin a person. It's never been good and it will never be."