stopping fate

part 3: Of sisters and whispers

I need a jog. I had this dream last night and it can't get off my mind. Might as well bring back the comb to Sarah next door. My dad had this skill of awful brewing of coffee but he doesn't know that. I don't know how he does it, but I grab a cup and have some anyways. He's the worst cook ever. The moment he steps inside the kitchen, he turns it upside down and always says, "Oh hell.." with that apologetic smile and light personality and a promise to do it again. He's not really serious over things, the happy-go-lucky dad who chooses the Levithian death-defying rollercoaster over a slow Carousel. I love him to death, he's like Ben in a serious state I love to see once in a while, and hate, when it gets really awkward and embarrassing.

With my sweats and jogging pants, I am now ready to run 'til I drop. It's 5 am and before I go to the café  for another shift, this will get me awake for a day. Maybe that, and Dad's coffee. I grab the comb awhile ago, tucked in my pockets and set and go to Ben's house which is a few meters away from my red door.

"Hi Sarah..!" I shouted from the gate. I find her still with pajamas and petting her cat, Lime. Lime is a black little Maine Coon. He's really fluffy and black, which it strikes me questioning why he was named Lime, like so yellow or so green. Sarah abruptly looks up towards me and smiles. 

"Hi Llana!, come on in!", she shouts. One thing I love about Sarah is that my name sounds like a poem when she says it. Her little melodic voice makes me smile even more. How can you hate a person who have a little love over everything she says, everything she does. Let Lime be one of the evidences. Avellana is my real name and I don't hate it either. But i don't have any idea where it came from. Sounds so deep to me.

I allow myself to open the narrow pathway and sit down next to her at the lowest step.

"I just came to see you to return your comb, here.." I reach the comb to her and give a little thanks.

"Oh you're welcome, it's cute isn't it? Ben said I left it in his bag somehow and let you borrow it. You know.. Lime's pretty preppy when it comes to his fur.". She let go a nice smile.

"Yeah, well.. I observed. He's getting big. Whatcha think?"

"No.. I don't think so.", she defended. Hm.. you'll see, you'll see, sweet Sarah, I thought. Growing up doesn't really means only in shape but also in little mannerisms. I look at the cat as it ignores the side of the plate which is wet.

Sarah is in grade 5. The thought makes me envy this little girl. She defended as if she knows too much, knows longer.

A little wind catches our attention. I forgot to go ahead and start my jog as I feel the cold wind in my cheeks. Sarah somehow notices it too as she closes her eyes with those long lashes.

"You know what Llana, the wind sometimes whispers something nice." She said it with still closed-eyes. If she is like this, she mirrors a bit of Ben. His peaceful eyes when sleep is like that of Sarah's innocent closed eyelids.

"Yeah?". This catch my attention. And how is that, Sarah?

"Yeah.. grandma Mary said that sometimes it whispers love." Okay. Love, tell me about it! Note to self: she's a fifth grader.

"Aww.. Sarah, you are too young for that!" 

"Sure, but one time when I see Mr. Abrams enter the door, a small wind blew over me and tickles my cheeks. It's itchy sometimes." 

"Aww.. Mr. Adams is your English professor, right? It might be because you admire him a lot."

"Maybe..but it doesn't necessarily mean the wind whispers his name, but i somehow feel it, or somehow hears it."

"Hears it..?"

"Exactly. It says.. 'Faloosshhh~'". She mouthed and pronounced the sh sound longer than the other syllables. Like whistling, like louder whispers, like keeping someone quite. But when she said it, it keeps louder for me to hear it.

"Faloossh..?" Hah! It does ring a bell. The very word I heard at the café yesterday. I think in an instant that maybe Sarah was hiding at the door outside when the door opened.

"Yes.. Falooshh". She nods admiring the little story as if it can do magic, as if it can cast a spell once pronounced it with love.

"Falooshh.. haha.. that's cute. Love. Very mysterious."

"Yup, Falooshhh.. that's sounds like it. Same, just like Ben pronounced." The wind blows again this time as Lime shakes her short tail. He seems that he doesn't like the wind, more over the whisper he heard and that.. I am sure is not love.

I keep quiet for a bit. The morning runs fast, my fellow joggers I met along the park passes over the gate as they try to lengthen their running paces. I look up and catch a glance of April, my classmate, opens the door towards the house bringing the newspaper to her Dad. I remember about my Dad brewing the next set of coffee. Does he catch that wind awhile ago? Maybe he can also hear a voice, or luckily a name of a new love I hope for him everyday? Mom's dead 5 years ago. The same year I taste his very first brewed coffee. If I were to tell Sarah's wind whisper story to him, does he have a heart to believe? Or will he laugh the whole thing over? Will he know if he's ready to fall in love again?

But one thing is for sure..I now know a certain fact. The story is from Sarah but the sound I heard.. is from Ben. 

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