prolog :
one of my best friend said, "ok, time to go back to our real life. by the time we stand on our home, the party is over.". and again, the soundtrack of Dealova be the soundtrack of my daydreaming life. pieces of memmory were srcewed up, just like a vulcano disaster. but it's affordable enough for me this time. 'cause I believe in my faith of future is the way we make it (or God has another plan, though).
main :
it's 7 o'clock and still runnning. I can't hardly wait to see what will happened. does it fun? does it bad? does it just like another common night (with many reality that focused on 1 word : common)? had call my 'friend' as she asked. ok, waiting is such a boring way to spend my time. it might be my last choice to have : another common night. was it?
then one of my good destiny happened that night. my friend's opened the gate and say, "shall we go now?". my oh-at-last look must saw so clearly...
so we both urge a car machine to fly like a swallow bird, have chics to catch!
"where is she?" I asked
"she left."
"what? how come? I phoned them couple minutes ago. they said that..."
"they were left. that's it. they were left."
shit!!!
"with "that-fuckin'-bastard"."
holly shit!!!
maybe it's to cruel calling him like that, but in fact, we do it as a joke. hey, just a joke! yes, it might be achieved from a shrieking heart, but we always call it as a joke!
ok, an urban traffic in new year's eve. nice... well, actualy, the crowded were quit fun, but I can't enjoy it without even one single old lady? o my... it can be set up to have one easily, but we're not so desperated to pick up a 15 grand rupiahs (us$ 1,5) whore!!! never on my mind (indonesian's teenage will say, "ya oloh pisan! plisss deh, ah!")!!! still the masterplan to open (at least) a bottle liquor will never changed though we both have to run through the bad storming night to jakarta!!! or... robbed a liquor shop? eh eh eh...
starving intertine was cured with an affordable but satisfying portion of stuffed potatoe and ribs steak. again, two seeking-for-lascivious-and-liquor male got in a potentialy malecious journey. one of them (me) has just change into a sunday morning driver (well it's quite near to the truth: it's late night on saturday, about 10 minutes to day 1 of 2006). right on time! I can still catch some pictures of fireworks (can't proud of the result, but still quite good to be some memento).
walking to the bar entrance, I saw a very famous face (that decorating my mind for almost past 1 year).
"God sake, it's her." I said
"hasn't wishing her again tonight."
"but, the masterplan must be laid well!"
two horrible laughs hollowing that night.
it stopped sudenly while we both saw "that-fuckin'-bastard".
after having a short conversation with the chics, I introduce myself gently as a man to "that-fuckin'-bastard", so did my friend. honestly, me and my friend agreed without telling : WE BOTH FEEL SOOO DAMNED IDIOTLY AGGRIEVED BY CALLING HIM "THAT-FUCKIN'-BASTARD"!!! well, sorry, it ain't a polite words, but... sundanese teenage will say like this "njis, moal aing maraban jelema jiga hileud kieu deui! sumpah! rugi aing!". you can search for that words by yourself. I won't tell you.
ok, again, I'm asking for your apologize by telling this : me and my friend were trying hard to hold our laughs. sorry! sooo sorry! (it's aimed to someone I deference much, for I never stop loving her...). from that time on, we call him "worm". errr... "chicken-worm" exactly.
however, we did have the fun. those girls were having a date with another girl. we known her much. we all get crazy. we emptied a bottle of cointreau. we dance like we never get exhausted. we laughs like we never had one single poser. two of the girls were dabbled on the pool. we catch many crazy pictures.
ok, our masterplan not quite laid well (the stupid thing is : even I get drunk, I do still have an objective mind. we didn't any further act to satisfy our lust for some reasons...). but it's quite satisfying. the time that I will always remember. will never forget.
when the party is over, it's over.
epilog :
on the way home, I gaze her. deeply. a compassionate look. a can't be more honest attention. why such a wonderful girl like her was so damned offensed? she deserve more! again, my selfish behaviour makes many necessitate demeanour bated. just like her pure attention hold. I went home this noon, got my daily common life back. though, some words that make my free mind awakened : "lo tuh lempeng banget sih, kaya' rel kereta! (how come you're so straight in line? just like a train's rail!)" will never lost on my brain...
PS :
I never felt in love with commonly woman, though I always honor them much. and it's not the only reason to show you that YOU ARE SO SPECIAL.