If everything happens in God’s time, I think something’s wrong with his wrist watch. In my case, the trustworthy alarm clock beside my bed rang at 8 am, I already awake at 7.
As I lay in my bed, wondering what this day may bring, I remember Tom, Thomas Alva Edison think of thousand ways to invent the incandescent light bulb. But he only found one way to make it work. If he also found a thousand ways on how to disclose love to a woman, maybe by this time I’m reading his biography. Because there is none, I’m at least thinking of one way on how not to embarrass myself in front of the woman to whom I believed I already fallen in love with.
She’s not beautiful, flat nosed, flat chest, cry baby, so thin you would always want her in your house only if you’re an Osteologist. No sane man would want to be with her. I’m insane. And I want to think that all of her physical deficiencies were true so that no man will ever be captivated by what beauty she really possesses.
The truth is, she’s beautiful. No. she’s stunning, and even if she’s flat nosed and flat chest, she always reminds me of Hera, one of the most beautiful goddess in Olympus. Yeah she’s thin but if she’s thin enough that a blow of the wind may carry her, then I’m willing to hold her in my arms all the time not being obvious that actually that was for my advantage. Her thinness suggests her vulnerability, fragility. So delicate that to hurt her may result to her destruction. I knew it. She’s my best friend.
When I said that no man would want to be with her, that is only when I’m with her in my dreams. In reality there is a considerable amount of them like the fishes in the sea, the stars in the sky.
Then I must be lucky that I’m her best friend. Maybe. Maybe not.
Being her best friend stuck me in a place where I cannot expect higher or go lower. But having that title at least guarantees me the 5th slot to the most important man in her life. First one is God, second is her father, third one is her brother and the fifth one is me.
I want to tie the fourth one to a space craft that is about to be launched to a in a quest for searching life in a far away galaxy. Her boyfriend.
If she adheres a philosophy, I hope it’s not masochism. That insufferable manlike never learned to treat her right. Yet she cannot let go of him. In the concept of fragility, she’s not broken, she’s pulverized.
Anyway, I’ll spare him today. For some reasons I will no further elucidate. That would only dull this very day I so long prepare for a girl who really deserves to be happy.
A message from my phone informed me that everything were all set. What I only need to do is to follow this brilliant plan of mine and I’m sure that everything will be fine. I’m a little bit of nervous but actually, it’s not really me who is in need to calm.
After having a bath and prepared myself for this special day, wearing my best clothes that I will certainly look handsome today especially to her eyes, I dialed her number and she answered in first ring.
“Good morning Best!” as if she sounded like a jolly promo girl.
I believe it is normal to every person having a telephone conversation to their love ones to feel like happily relieved upon hearing them in the other line. Not considering myself a normal person, I felt like my heart is about to explode and all the fragments will melt after. Well, I soon realized that I had this heart problem upon confirming to myself that indeed, I’m inlove with her.
“Best?” she repeated after receiving no back greet.
“Oh. Sorry. Think my brain’s half-asleep.” I respond
“You’re awake, just that your mind is all into me.” she said.
“You got the guts huh.”
