My mother taught me that the world is like a big forest; we only see the trees engulfed in red, because that's what we like to see. It's a natural bias. We would rely on the surface and give no effort to swim deep in another scope. I've been floatin...
Courtesy to walk the long walk, mesmerizing the fall of luck. I associated myself with a temporary shelter resembling my current finance, amount boosted, but still. This is what I wanted, that sentence slipped from the corner of my mind. I should be levitating by the fast independent- wait, no. I've always been my own since dad was gone. I was so used to the scenery that I rarely fall back and observe. It's just like another day. Excluding the fact that this place is not a familiar. I guess this is exactly what I wanted, remarking the past thought.
During this atmosphere, commonly people would unpack the brown boxes as presented from cliché movies, pulling substances from the past and present to be presented for the long future, or so I thought. All I can present for the seemingly foggy future is just one frame containing my dead joy, standing on the floor. Right beside a beaten old mattress occupied by a confused adult. Body curled up like an armadillo during it's defense mode; unfortunately my skin can be pierce by the requited cold. Colder than the bodies buried during November.
Everything seems like a bad joke. The things I disinclined to see the existence of it being possible. These days, those things are squeezing me to let me realize things are not what you confidently debate them as. One of them are making an invincible scene. It has been proven that it's possible for a person to abstain from any sort of desire to recline from the bed.
It has been 12 hours now.
I've confidently believe that my confidence has been shaped into another loser. Another Mia 2.0, not like the world need one more. Not like the world even want the first Mia. Not that I want the world.
"Delivery."
"Hello, mister- Mr. Miller?" The sounds of friction as a sign of impatient with the constant knocking.
"Mr. Miller."
It's rather to give in than to run. The sooner I open the door, the sooner I could jump back to that beaten old mattress. Chanting these words as I move towards the door to stop the sound pollution, how uninviting. "Mr. Miller is not here, I'm the renter-"
The sight given by god (not that I believe in it, but that's the long standing trend that people usually talk), wishes to be pluck this instance. Matter of fact, take this whole set of Mia along. During any occasion, any event, any days, any hours, just why is it chosen during this very moment?
One until infinite things fly within my mind, I didn't occupy myself with the right skills of tying the knots in a flash. It's a mess. And I'm obliging with the current circumstance, I thought I've won over this baffling system.
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"Aniyah", dad spoke under his breath. I assumed it belongs to a figure standing not so far from the table covered with a picnic blanket, it was the only thing my dad and I can scavenge in pursuit of a decent idyll. Nothing ambitious. "So, am I late?" This is a well-known common move I've witnessed, and even read of, is when a girl runs her pearly shiny manicured hair through her hair. Then again, the blame can't be accomplish due to the wind mildly striking our lawn.
The natural curls of her hair bounce along as she pave her way towards us; more accurately, towards dad. Tilting my head to experience a better view of my dad's expression, this isn't the first time he acted such way. Sweaty palms, sweaty forehead, chest expanding and contracting faster than it commonly does, and awful face expression control. We all know what these signs conclude as, you know, that.
However, must I pointed out that she's different. Even the crowd silently agree as their eyes follow her movement. Even Auntie Chen, an arguably champion of giving condemnatory statements when things aren't preferable for her family members, shocked by the arrival of a competent, pardon, pronounced selection. In spite of the exterior inspection, the interior is the main idea of any individual and dad has been known as a disappointment when it comes to, well, this whole shenanigan.
It took him 30 seconds to snap and come back to reality, this is included of me elbowing him. If I didn't elbow him, it would last a century and an attractive girl in discomfort. I wonder if it's rude of me expressing her as a girl although it is obvious she is a woman? Not like she reads mind, right? I wouldn't know, just like how I didn't know Millie's cat disappeared after UFO came in her backyard, that's what she said that is.
Just in case she does read mind, I'd keep it in a down-low and express her as a woman whenever our eyes intercept each other. But why does she seems familiar?
The conversation started pretty awkward, I didn't stay long because I can't handle gross adult stuff so I went to Auntie Chen in hoping of eavesdropping. "That nephew of mine is a famous indecisive person when it comes to his love interest. Actually, no. It's not that his indecisive, he's just really bad at making decision when it comes to someone. Which is worst. But that girl."
I knew that me eavesdropping Auntie Chen was a good initiative due to her saucy and fresh opinion. That is a rare occasion where I should be involved in. Thank you Aniyah for making my most blunt family member to speak positive statement for once-- I mean, Ms. Aniyah. I shifted my view to the person behind me who I don't even remember their name to avoid Aniyah's eye contact.
"So, great crowd." Aniyah rubbed her hand on the opposite arm. "Yeah. Yeah. Oh. OH." We simmered our gazes when dad's stop-embarrassing-me glance directed to us. Just a few rides more in his embarrassment wouldn't hurt. A couple of dozens more, not a big number. However, due to our concerns of it could be the contribution (ONE of the contribution) of blowing it, we stopped teasing. For now. "Mia, why your dad is so worried by us staring? Embarrassing? He already did a good job with that. I mean, flip flops, on his birthday, with a hot chick?" I exploded when Uncle Tim, the most unsociable person, speak his mind in the most blunt way. Today seemed to be something good that there's more than one of rare event.
