A Fiction Inspired by true events (which I know all of you had experience, at least once)
“Coming here often?”
I smiled, and nodded.
Of course, it was not.
“Ah… What a life you had. I have had millions of episodes throughout my life…”
I could barely hear anything anymore. The person’s voice rang. And rang, rang, rang. I just swallowed my breath.
Sitting in the middle of Monas, Jakarta, Indonesia, when you were extremely upset and angry was definitely unorthodox. No one in their right mind would pick this one place, in the middle of polluted city, as a choice to run away.
Unless of course, I was. Clearly, Jakarta had an open space problem. I could have turned to shopping malls, but I was too famous to wander alone there. Some cheap gossip portals would have spotted me. Which was why, I picked this particular place, with many vacant seats, so that I could take a deep breath, and clear my mind.
“Anyway, where is your partner, sweetheart?”
I turned my head, rather dramatically, to the person sitting beside me. Quickly, I made an annoyed face, something that I had always put on, every time I am alone in the public places of my own damn home country, and people started to meddle your personal business.
The person must’ve sensed my discomfort, and begun to tear gazes away. So did I. Slowly, the person disappeared from the seat, and I was finally granted time for my own.
Bzzz…. Bzzz.
I checked my phone. Apparently, as I was daydreaming that long that it had gone 60 minutes I did not check into my IG account.
Bzzz… Bzzz.
Shit. My fingers were on their way to press the switch off buttons, as my heart decided to pick a way for it’s own.
Check that IG story. Check it. You know, you want to know.
Dammit. No. No. NO.
I put my damn smartphone back into its place.
Are you sure? Check, check, check. They did this on purpose. They want you to know. They want to mock you.
No. No. NO.
My smartphone remained silent on its place.
Look, they are going to the new places now. They are having a fun time of a lifetime. They do not even bother to tag you along. They hate you. It must’ve because that b*ch had spoken badly about you, that new one.
No. No….. Damn, right, I needed to know.
So eventually, I fished out that poor phone, began to scroll into endless lines of IG stories, and DANG, they were definitely going out, and I was not informed. One of them was even live, where comments were overflowing with,
“Why do not you ask Kak* Leonard?”
“Are you guys leaving Kak Leonard because he was positive #covid19 two months ago?”
“Where are your masks? What if you experience what Kak Leonard had?”
Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. So, they decided to announce to the world that I was kicked out of the gang, just because I was once ill.
Well, I need to show who is the man of this gang, this tribe.
…. Therefore, I began to drive away to home, preparing for sweet revenge.
Setting up my room, I was getting myself ready to prepare for this talk.
3, 2, 1…
“So, hey guys. This is Leonard, and today, I am going to tell y’all the main reason I was contracted #covid19 at the first place. So, as you all know, I was invited by my gang’s party….”
I carried on, and on, and on.
…. Of course some of them were lies,
…. But it did not matter, as long as I made good stories, right? Was that not what you all craved for?
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August 29, 2020
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*Kak : A semi formal way to address someone who is older in Bahasa Indonesia. In urban Jakarta life, this is a relatively gender neutral term. Although, the case may differ in another part of Indonesia.
P.S : If you imagined from the beginning that “I” is a female, you might as well have to check your gender bias in imagining character. Most likely, you indirectly assume that “soldiers” are males, and/or “teachers” are females. Not all of them, fellas.
P.P.S : The same goes with the blabber-er on the seat.
Prominent Queen est. 1995 