I have never seen myself as a poor, desolate or a broken woman. Until the day when I lost my housemate, my best friends: Harris and Margarita.
Harris was dying before my eyes, in one of those a beautiful morning. We were jogging along the alley when suddenly a car collided into our way and hit him to his death. Three days later, my sorrow and pain have not even been heal. Yet, I got another shocking tragedy. Margarita was pronounced dead after medical's team had failed to safe her from cardiac arrested. I was completely devastated.
There were questions, what is next?, who it will be? It was only matter of time could answer them. I was horrified at the thought and at the same time I was furious. How could God been so cruel to me. My friends, one by one being taken away from me without warning.
Sometime in the morning. I wished to see them in the kitchen fixing their breakfast or doing other rituals that they normally do before they gone to work. So the pain and tear that I have endured the night before was a merely nightmare. Unfortunately, there was no different. I could not deny the fact that they were really gone nor I could go back to bed to have another dream.
A week after Margarita's death, I spent my tedious afternoon thinking about myself, Harris, Margarita and go back to myself. Finally, I had decided to move in with my parent.
That day, I valiantly tried to stay a night for the last time in our apartment where I used to share with Harris and Margarita.
In my half asleep, suddenly Margarita came to my room. Her face was grim. She pulled my legs, yanked my hairs and pushed me against the wall. Meanwhile, Harris walked after her with a jug of hot water and splashed it to me. I screamed out loud. I bowed my shoulder asking for mercy. I struggled somehow to crawl under my blanket and shielded myself from their rampage.
Then, there was a silent and I opened my eyes. My body was trembling, soaked with perspiration and hardly tried to gather my breathe.
Margarita and Harris were no where to be seen.
I trudged down the hall way and got out from apartment. The wind of the night was cold and fiercely piercing my skin. The breeze slowly sweeping the dried leave and there were moving softly against my barefoot.
"Zuria..." a soft voice called my name. There was a lady appeared from the cross road. She slowly walked toward me under the dims moonlight. She held my hand and led me to somewhere, someplace, I didn't want to guess.
When the whole world was asleep. Night itself gave it surrounding a serenity and calm atmosphere. However, I couldn't get a sense of peacefulness. We held hands with solidarity, walking along the railroad, deep... deep... into the darkness as I sang, "I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't mean it. I wanted you back to me for good."
There was loud commotion and the railroad was shaking harder and harder. Glaring light of the train was coming on my way.
At the end, I had gone with the train to be with Harris and Margarita for eternity. I looked back without regret into my disfigured soulless body. Now, it is somebody else turn to mourn for their dead's daughter, sister, cousin and friends.
