Iris
Beneath the thick cloud, there's billion glorious shining starts.
Which is the close friend of the moon. Meanwhile, Sun, feeling jealous cause of their attraction. But sometimes Sun trying hard too keep it's eye on moon. Without knowing the moon taking advantage of Sun. (Moon can't shine without the help of Sunshine)
And forget that the Earth glancing at Sun for century.
Staring at the magnificent enormous old sky is one of my favourite stuff. But sometimes people call me weirdo for it. Even tho, the sky is zillion times than my own age, i'll always love it.
It's weird how the mute sky can give me happiness than creature that talking. It contain many memories of mine too. For example,
Breaking up,
Missing someone, or maybe didn't move on,
Depress,
Happy,
Or maybe,
Just for gaining a mood.
The best place to admire this glorious scenery is at the top of my apartnent roof. Yeah, it's illegal to do that. But, who cares?
I jumped as i heard my stomach making a loud noise. "Damn it, you scared me, stomach." Is it normal to talk with your own body? Nevermind.
Perhaps i need to eat. Lastly or maybe give-up-ly, after saying no to my starving stomach, im walking to the Wallmart. I just wanna watch the supermoon, stomach.
I've been waiting supermoon for one and half month. And my own stomach ruin the moment.
"This.." i said as i reached the spagetti.
"and.. this too." Okay, at this point, i realise that i'm really-really starving. Since i didnt eat for dinner.
I sigh while looking at my groceries basket. I don't think this is my basket, it's full. Didn't i take 2 or 3 food only?
"It's costs 14 bucks, miss." Said the cashier.
I swallow hard. Opening my wallet and shoved the bill to the cashier hands. I clear my throat and force a smile. "Pleasure doing business with you."
The cashier tilts his head. "Was it? Because you look hella guilty for giving that money. Y'know, i can expense it."
I lay hold of the plastic bag and walk towards frontdoor. Suddenly, the cashier block my walks by pushing his back to the frontdoor and spreading his arm. What on earth?
"Look, i don't want to make you uncomfortable or something but i just want to having a chat with you. For a minutes?" He said. I forget to tell you guys. This cashier is one of my classmate. He's doing part-time here. But seems i didn't aware of my own surroundings, i don't have a clue what or who aroud me. Since he's right in front of me, i just realise it's him.
It's 15 minutes already and this damn cashier didn't stop talking to me. Look, i have no communication skill. So i respond by nodding, and nodding. How did he didn't get boring with me? I really want to leave. Help!
He's stop for a minute then begins to speak again, but i don't know exactly what he says because his words mean nothing to me.
"You don't like communicating or don't know how?" He asked. As he bite his lips then crosses his arm. Im started to blank. My brain just focus on his crimson, puffy eyes. It looks like he hasn't sleep. His shirt is wrinkled; his hair is a mess.
"What is your name, again?" Said I. I actually have problem by reminding people names but i good at remembering people faces. He's lean his back and stare up at the ceiling. Like its a tough question.
"I've mention my name 27 times in our conversation, Iris Gillian." It's a harsh respond but he's saying it with a soft tone so i didn't feel insult of it. Moreover, hes saying my full name. How the hell did he know that?
I just looking at him with a blur face. Squinting my eyes for remembering his name during our 15 minutes ago. "It's okay, i know that you can't remember something that isn't important to you. It's Harry. Harry Macmillan."
For a sudden, i feel a light headache. My sight begin to blur and my ears started to rustling. This is all because i have gastric. And its all your fault, Harry Macmillan.
He's grabbing my plastic bag and took out my food. Then, hes hand me the spagetti and coffee. "Here, eat this." I want to say thank you but my tongue numb. So i take the food and fastly eat it.
He's offering my own food to me.
"Youre cute as always, Gillian."
"Call me Iris. Its awkward." Hes a little bit shock by hearing my respond. I said it cause i do think its necessary. I dont like my family name. Family issues thing.
"I thought youre mute." My eyes wide open as he said that. What?
"I like that shock face. Yeah, i also learn sign language. In case to talk with you." Harry laughs. He stares at me for a moment, then looks away. Then hes showing me something using his sign language. I do think i talk to him 3 minutes ago.
Hes pointing his point finger at his chest then make a 'x' using his arm in front of chest then pulling his point finger to me. I just look at him with confuse. Whats mean of that?
As soon as he do that, i pull my eyes from his and look down at my drink. I do this because im afraid of whats happening right now. My chest is starting to feel full, but in a good way this time. That emptines is being replaced with heat and fluttersabd heartbeatsm and i hate it because it feels like ive just pinpointed what has caused me to feel so empty these past few weeks.
Harry.
Until lately, it seems ive gone my whole life without experiencing this feeling, but now that i have, its as if part of me disappears when the feeling disappears.
I cover my face with my hand. Out of all the people in the world to want to be around, its a shitty realization to know this stranger is starting to top chat list.
Its like my chest has been on a constant search for its missing piece, and Harry is holding it in his fist.
I stand up, i need to get away from him. Hes definitely into me. It makes me uncomfortable and itchy. A moment later, he looks longingly over at the trash can and sighs.
"You better get back to your place, Iris." I nod and walking out from Wallmart. After a few seconds, i hear a loud footstepps behind me. Hes saying my name aloud then holding my arm softly.
"This is urm- my number. Text me if you free." He rolls his eyes ans shoves the bill in the front right pocket of my jeans.
He just stuck his finger in my pocket. And i can still feel them, even though theyre no longer there.
