Sweet Tears

Spirit of Sharing

I have a new laptop, papa bought it for me. I asked papa to buy me a laptop when we had lunch, and he buys it for real. When I'm in my room and getting excited, I want to share my story to other people, so I start to type on my new laptop. My fingers are dancing on a machine, my mind flies away visiting memories in the past. Very happy, I feel really happy. I type every single thing that happened, from my first encounter with Martin and Roy, then the bitter memory of getting separated from Martin, until finally I grow up on a wheelchair. I tell everything, nothing more, nothing less. I'm in love with my new life.

When I am busy typing, Roy enters my room. "What are you doing, Min? You seem serious" Roy blurts out, which I ignore. We are accompanied by silence, but Roy keeps waiting in my room. He is not sitting down, I feel bad for letting a guest stands up for a long time and not asking him to take a seat. So I say "take a seat, Roy, wherever you like", then the silence returns to accompany the two of us. "Min, I cannot believe it, you smile" that sentence stops me from typing. I look deeply into his eyes then I ask him a question "happy?" He just smiles, I guess. I keep typing, and Roy breaks the silence with a loud scream. I wonder why he screams, but I say nothing. I keep quiet. "Min, there is a tarantula on the door, aren't you scared?" He says it in his signature thick Javanese accent and he seems scared. I only chuckle while looking at him.

"Roy, aren't you scared of me getting mad?" I say it because I am tired of him coming over all the time. I want to write my story in serenity instead of disrupted silence. I look at him, and Roy says "get rid of the tarantula first" are you kidding me? Do I even have legs, Roy? It is difficult for me to walk, let alone get rid of a dangerous creature like tarantula. "No" that is the only thing I can say, I said no because I have no reason for that. Roy is not leaving but he is just stay silent. Enough, at least he will not disturb my typing activity today. I'm confused, I'm stuck, I forgot what happened when I was in the hospital. What to do? I am obliged to ask Roy about it.

"Roy, what happened when I was hospitalized?" I ask him in a threatening voice and a slight grin.

"Haha, you forgot?"

"Come on, hurry up Roy. I need it" I say it in cynical tone.

"You were under anesthesia during the surgery. You were unconscious for 6 days. Quite a long time" He responses with a contemplative face.

"Just that?" I ask him out of confusion.

"Yeah, Emm.. Min, I'm going home. I feel bad for my Mother, I told her that I will be back really soon but turned out it took so long"

"Okay" I reply with a wide smile on my face. Thank god he leaves.

I keep typing my story, my eyes get teary. I type the story with a fiery hope. I hope this story can be a useful novel for other people. Hopefully it will really touch the heart of its readers. My bitter experience is not a meaningless experience. This experience really hit me, I'm sure God has another plan for me. Something that never comes across my mind. Sometimes it is difficult to get over things that break our heart. It will always feel uncomfortable, but don't give up, the battle never ends. Do not be left behind. Therefore, I don't want to live in regret.