DHIA

13 | Hi my name is Lutfan

Dhia duduk di birai katil. Kakinya menyentuh lantai yang sejuk. Dia membetulkan nasal prong yang tergantung antara hidung dan telinganya. Ruang tamu sudah bergelap, hanya biliknya sahaja yang bercahaya malap dari lampu tidur. Matanya sempat mengerling papan pemuka telefon, hampir 11 malam.

Ting. Notifikasi masuk

N: Nyxtcrtcise75_, D: Dhia

N: 'Im just escaping from the real world...'

D: 'But... Why?'

'Lambat pula dia typing!', Dhia sempat mendengus kecil. Entah kenapa hatinya berdebar-debar. Mungkin kerana ini pertama kali Dhia berbual dengan seseorang yang kedengaran serius berbanding kebanyakkan yang hanya suka mengusik dan bercakap perkara yang ringan sahaja.

Selalunya jika Dhia bertanya soalan yang agak rumit kepada kawan-kawannya pasti jawapannya adalah—

'Weyh takyah fikirlah. Susah ah nak explain. Takyah fikir, takyah fikir'

'Entah. Nape ek?'

'Hahaha. Apa tu?'

Namun kali ini agak tinggi pengharapan Dhia yang lelaki atau perempuan ini lebih menarik topik yang ingin dibawanya.

N: 'I don't know. I feel empty. Btw, I'm not a conversationalist'

'Apa tu? Vocab aku dah la kelaut. Google jap.' Omel Dhia di dalam hati lantas jarinya laju membuka new search tab—

'Oh. 'A person who is good at or fond of engaging in conversation'

D: 'Oh its okay. Maybe... I'm a conversationalist. Maybelah?. But may I know where are you from and your age range?

N: 'Wanna play truth game?'

'Amboi kerek betul. Orang tanya tak jawab. Mende nak berahsia sangat tak tau. Ah ikutlah kau lah'

D: 'Yeah why not. We don't even know each other also'

N: ' Have you been bullied when you are kids?'

...

'Baru je kenal dah deep talk macamni ke? Tapi dia kan INFJ. Suka cakap pasal perasaan and emosi'. Angguk Dhia sambil jarinya laju menaip di skrin telefonnya.

D: 'Hmm... Yes of course! I remembered every single detail about it until this moment. She pulled my hair during school assembly until I fell and bleed on my knees because I'm not wearing scarf like other girls and you know what? everyone is watching without doing anything—

plus I'm so young during that time, maybe around 8-9 years old. What the heck?'

'Allah... English aku dah la terpaling baku di dunia ini. Janganlah dia pergi betulkan grammar aku huhu'

N: 'Oh Im sorry to hear that. Did you defence yourself?'

D: 'Of course I didn't. I'm too scared during that time. Her mother was my math's teacher that time and all students who were watching just surrounded me and clapping their hands.

Like what she did is 'heroic' action I guess? Sigh. What about you?'

N: 'That's really bad... You must felt traumatised with that person...'

'Mine?......'

'When I'm entering boarding school, most of the seniors from form 4 and 5 always find ways to bully and hit me maybe because I'm introvert, not good at socialising or smile to seniors'