For My Dejected Friend
I'm still busy surfing from one article to another when my phone suddenly ringing. The screen displays show the name Malaika. As I answered I looked at the clock in the my room wall, "Can't you wait tomorrow for the tell me about your bastard ex, huh?"
"Is it Jiro? Friend of the owner of these phone?"
I stop. "Who is this?"
"Can you come here?"
"Did something happened to her?"
"She was drunk,"
Cczzhh!
I goes to that place without thinking, I hurried to the address the barista had given me.
Malaika Keylendra.
That girl, ah, troublesome!
Along the way to the pub I keep asking myself, is being a girl's friend a curse? Why only I have to witness the two sides of her emotions that often change in a short time. She's moody, that is the fact!
"I have a boyfriend!"
It was like yesterday I heard a noticed and her cheeks was flushed like a boiled of crabs. Not only was her face suddenly so strange, his behavior became very strange. She likes to dance while listening a songs on her phone, also often tells about anything and what her boyfriend did to her.
How they spend the day in the office and then go to lunch together until they forget the time.
"He’s so romantic, do you know?!"
"How does he know if I like white deasy?"
"I miss him!"
"Is he going to propose me as soon as possible?"
All the time she would told me with stories that made me want to throw up because he told me the same things over and over again. I'm tired of hearing the romantic treatment of a man that I have never met.
"You bastard! How dare you! You think you're a prince William who can dump me, huh? "
But tonight she continued to curse. My ears got sick to hear his shrill voice.
I took a deep breath as I watched her behavior on the dance floor. The girl shouted as she continued to dance, but the music had stopped.
"You think I'm a tissue who you can throw away after you pick me, huh? How dare you!"
The pub was deserted, leaving only a few people busy with theirself who lost half his consciousness.
Before Malaika got more and more confused with herself, I approached her and pushed her out of the pub.
"Leave me!"
"Please shut up! I hate to smell your alcohol from your mouth! "
But this drunk girl didn't heed me. She still trying to get away from me.
"I said let me go off, you are bitch!" The scream came along with a slap on my cheek.
"Shit!" I hold my cheek that heats up from the slap.
"You're a bitch. Are you so frustrated that you have to pick up my boyfriend, huh? "
I snorted irritably.
"Malaika, let's go home!"
"Don’t mention my name! I'm not willing to be called by a woman like you, bitch! "
"Do I look so beautiful so you think that me as the woman who grabbed your boyfriend?" I think my head will be to break.
I closed Malaika's mouth. Although she kept struggling I kept closing her mouth then I pick her to exit from the pub.
I hope my suffering as a friend soon ends.
**
Malaika Keylendra, I've known her for 10 years and her behavior has never changed. He remains a girl who is full of spirit when in love something. During his acquaintance, she had one person she highly admired. Years of feeling and didn't daring to confess make Malaika feel to be indiependent throughout life. she doesn't even care about me who knows how many times dating with girls then breaks up again.
"Jiro, I'm waiting for the right person. I won't like you who always play with many girls," she said at the time.
And look, when she decided to dating for the first time, she became very blind and stupid. When the love that he believes will last forever, she is betrayed and becomes very broken.
she is too late in her grief to felt that she is the only one who suffers most in this world.
"Have you ever slept with that bastard, huh?"
Malaika's eyes widened as I asked her the question.
"You think I'm a bitch?" She even got up from her bed to hit my shoulder with a flower vase.
I laugh amused even though the blow feels very sick. I deliberately asked the question in order to provoke her emotions.
Since last night, I didn't go back to my apartment next door. I'm worried about her. She was highly drunk last night. Several times she vomited. Her stomach would not be all right when waking up. For that I woke her up with my rough phrase.
"If you never slept with her why did you feel so sad? You were cried almost everyday, did you know?"
Malaika was silent. Her tears came out of her closed eyelids. I don't think that girl's feelings have improved even though she's been trying to cure her drunk.
"You should be looking for a new guy instead of wailing him as if he's the only man in the world!"
Malaika returned to her bed with tears that had not yet ended.
"You didn't even go to the office again today? Your salary will be reduced a lot! "
Malaika is still crying. "I want to resign it!"
"Don't be crazy! How you can finance your life if you are jobless. "
My dejected friend looked at me with her wet face. "Jiro, do you think it's easy to see him in the office everyday? Do you think I'll be okay to pretended nothing happened between I and him in the past?"
I let my eyes out. "Did I get you to go out with someone at your office, huh?"
"Jiro! Are you want to go to hell?"
I laughed at it.
"Get up fast, take a shower and let's breakfast with me. If you do like this you can die. "
"Looks like it's better than having to see that jerk with his new girlfriend!"
I was guessed that. Malaika felt sad because she met her ex with her girlfriend. She was said that his ex was like a dementor who could make his happiness disappear at any time. Now, another Dementor join first dementor, it's no wonder he was as frustrated as yesterday.
"Jiro, am I bad so Satria choseen another woman?"
I glanced at her irritably. "Don't say a lot of bullshit. You were dumped not because you were bad, but because that man is not good to be with you. Quick shower and quick move on! "
I ignored Malaika who was still crying and coming out of the room because my stomach was starving. Looks like she still takes longer to cry.
**
"He suffered from severe depression for a long time. He was went to psychiatrist to healed himself, but he doesn't getting what his want. He has under pressure so he has decided to suicide,"
The voice of television's announcing an artist dying from depression make my attention to change from cell phone to television. The artist being preached is an artist who a month ago reportedly broke up with his lover. This time a variety of media suspect the artist committed suicide because he can't forget the lovers who have cheated on him.
"Stupidity!"
I stopped my sentence when I thought of Malaika. Is not she still sad because of a broken heart?
I immediately to open my laptop, find out if a broken heart can make a person become depressed?
The answer I got from all the mailing lists I read was the same. Broken hearts can cause mild depression and the initial symptoms are feeling sadly protracted.
Malaika has been lonely since she broke up. She is also more often daydreaming and crying for no reason. From my room, I can hear she was singing loudly, ah no, he's screaming. When the weekend arrived, he never again asked me to buy food for her. Was it because she lost his appetite? Ah, why I just realized that Malaika looks much thinner now.
Oh my God, why did I ignore all that stuff?
I rushed out of my room to check on Malaika's situation in her apartment. She was still curled up with his blanket for two days. She looks ugly for not taking care of himself.
"Malaika, wake up! Let's watch! "
I don't want Malaika to keep huddled on her bed. I don't want her to continue to get caught in the grief too. I'm afraid she did something crazy like those artist. I want her to completely forget her exlover and get back as cheerful as ever.
I've been searching for an article to get Malaika out of the mild symptoms of depression who's been showing unconsciously a few weeks.
"I do not want to go anywhere. I just want to be inside of house. Please, just go with your girlfriend. I want to be alone," she said when I asked him to hangout.
No.
I will not let her be alone in the house. It will be more dangerous. Though for just a second I will keep following and will not give a gap. At least that's the first step to get Malaika out of her despair.
"Come on, my pretty Malaika. You've skipped work a few days. You shouldn't be wasting your time by staying in bed. You have to have fun. I've broken up with my girlfriend yesterday so I'm free to keep you company anytime, " I told her.
My efforts finally paid off.
With a lazy gesture Malaika follows what I want.
I've made many schedules today. I took her to a comedy movie firstly.
When a lot of people are laughing loudly, I see Malaika still seem uninspired. Her expression was very flat. I don't think she really enjoyed the movie.
No problem, I have another way to make her really happy today.
I took her to a karaoke place. At first she refused and still not excited even though I was trying to exaggerate my spirit in front of him. Malaika wants to go home and sleep but I pull her to karaoke place.
In karaoke place I set a song that has a fast beat. I shouted and ignored the note. I invited her to dance and sing like I was done.
"You're not singing, you're shouting. My ears almost broke it,"
I chuckled. "You also have to try it, it's good to make your mood back better,"
Malaika looks skeptical.
"Jiro, are you mad?"
I shook my head. "Why don't you think this karaoke room is a dock. Scream as you please, so your heart will gets better."
Malaika did not respond. I think she wants to try it now.
"I'm not going to record it," I say jokingly.
Malaika chuckled, "then choose a good song to yell at the bastard!"
I obey her request. I play a song that she will use as an outlet for her annoyance. That's right! Malaika kept shouting, replacing some lyrics with the words she wanted.
Although my hearing almost broke out cause Malaika's screams, I became happy. It seems that my fears of Malaika's mild depression will soon disappear.
Correct!
After spilling all his hatred towards his former lover, I took Malaika to the beach. Although the night was late, we stayed there. This is my last mission to make Malaika really okay after this.
"Malaika, please don't be sad anymore!"
The girl looked at me with her wet eyes.
"It's enough that you're cried for a bad guy like your ex-lover. You don't deserve sad for him who is currently happy,"
"I know I shouldn't do this," she took depth breath. "But I can't lie to my own feelings if I'm sad, my heart was shattered in pieces"
I approached her, trying to hold her even with one hand.
"I am still jealous of seeing him with others while I still have a hope and wishing he will comes back to me someday,"
"I am also angry, why he wasted the trust that I've been building for him," he said again.
Malaika slid her head into my chest and cried again.
"Never mind, Malaika. Just let go of your feelings, "
"I will!"
This time I embraced the whole fragile soul of Malaika. I rubbed her back and the top of her head so she felt better.
"All will be better now cause I'm right here!" Correct.
**
End
This is my entry to task 2. I'm wrote a fiction as I often do. Hope you enjoy...!
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