She did come back to the library on that day. She always did. From that day, she was officially my new best friend – and also my secret crush. I was fourteen when I met her and yes, I fell in love to her in those five years with her. She was a great friend. She would listen to me when I was mad to someone. She would stay and not leaving me alone when I need her. She is the second angel in human form besides my mother.
Oh yes, I can’t also read her mind. I still don’t know why.
After safely graduate from the high school – I do did a few felonies but she always mumbled at me before I had any chance to punch someone but not when she was not around – I had received a scholarship in Art University in Manhattan. Two miles from the Brooklyn – the place I live. She also had a place in that university as an art design student. She always said that she wants to be a designer. That was her dream. So, when she got the letter, she screamed happily at me. She was so excited – but not much as I do. I can be with her for about three years again.
Today was the day I will sign up as a student in this university. I can play piano and I had a scholarship in here to learn about being a good and better pianist. I learnt to play piano when I was eight years old – that was the only way I could kept my head from read others mind. I was ready before I met her on that morning.
She was so quiet as if she was in funeral ceremony. As if someone was dead. But I looked around and no coffin or people wore black dress or a reaper whatsoever. She looked tense and she was thinking about something. I don’t know what. So, I took my notebook from the bag and started to write.
“Hey, something in your mind?” I gave her my notebook. She read it and smiled blandly.
Something is going on, but what?
I heard many thoughts in people minds surrounding me. It was okay for me – you will get used to it when you don’t have choice and have to live with it forever. Adelaine looked at me and as soon as she opened her mouth, I can hear she was trembled.
“Je vais laisser,” she said in her velvet voice. It took me a few seconds to digest those words and translated it in English language. Then I finally know the meaning. She was learning French language because once she had said that she wants to go to the Paris in France to study at there and to become a top designer. But I know what those words mean.
She’ll leave.
I wrote again. “You will leave? When? And where?” I frowned.
She nodded her head but her face went pale when I asked those questions. She took a deep breath and said, “I have to. My father insists me to go to the Australia and take a law course at the university in there. He wants me to become a lawyer.”
What? I shocked and almost chocked. She doesn’t want to be a lawyer. She wants to be a designer. Adelaine is not a type of person who can live without her pencil and a paper. She loves to draw and design dresses. That is her dream, her only thing that her father rejected. Her father is a lawyer. And also the rest of her family members; they all are lawyers. It was creepy when everyone was all same – not much fights with each other, not much excitement when everyone loves the same things. I was so relieved when my mother was never shackling me.
“When?” I wrote. She read it and not replied my question. Her face was so pale as if she wants to throw out. She didn’t say anything. She completely zipped her mouth. Then after a few seconds, she opened her mouth, “Tomorrow.”
That word was struck my heart as a lightning and it was scattered my heart into pieces. It was pain knowing she’ll leave. And I never had a chance to tell her about my feeling. She’ll leave tomorrow? What? Why did she have to leave?
“When the exact time you go?” The words I wrote came harsh than I was expected. She replied weakly, “Eight in the morning. I’ll leave as soon as possible. My father wants me to start the semester earlier.”
I was so mad when she mentioned about her father. He doesn’t have right to do like that. Why would he understand? Her daughter doesn’t want to be a lawyer – she hates it. What kind of father he is? My hands went numb. I felt angry and shocked and sad. If only my mother was here, I will cry and sobbing for the rest of the day – I only did that when I was with my mother. She’ll leave. She will leave me behind. Leave me alone. Leave me as everyone did before.
I will be alone again.
“But I’ll be back. I guess I had to live in there for about three or four years.”
You promised. She had promised. I hate promise because it can break. She will eventually never come back. I hoped not.
I signed up as an art student in music fields and then after a few classes, I back home. Adelaine already left – she needs to pack her bag for tomorrow – and on the bus, I kept thinking about her. Maybe I should confess to her about my feeling. I should, yes, I should do it. I was optimistic. That will be the first thing I do when I meet her tomorrow at the airport.
But reality is never being as good as a dream.
I met her father. I met him in front of my house. He was wore suit with a blue tie and he stood against the wall. He gave me a serious look and his mind was thought of something that I wish I couldn’t hear on that moment.
So, this is the guy. A friend that was Adelaine said before. Edward Cullen. He is the one who had many felonies before. What a punk. I won’t let my daughter been brainwashed with him.
Those words were almost made me raised my fist and punched him on the face. It’s harsh alright. What he wants from me then? Kidnap me and leave me in the desert? Well, I doubt that. I walked to him and tried not to punch him. He saw me coming and he stood straight. He gave me unreadable expression. “You must be Edward Cullen, yes?”
I nodded. That was not welcoming at all.
“I know that you’re mute but I assumed this was the first time we have met?”
I nodded again. My rage was cooler a little bit.
“Yes and I knew you could hear me and understand pretty well what I’m about to say.”
I was wondering on what he will say to me. I tried so hard not to read his mind – I really like surprise. “I want you to talk to my daughter about her study.” I raised my head and stared at him.
“I want you to convince her to go to the Australia. He listens to you than me myself. I don’t know about you, but this course and this career will make her future easier. So she doesn’t have to beg anyone else to make money. Being a designer is a foolish dream – it won’t get you anywhere. Lawyer was a good choice I had made and this career is way better than being a designer.”
I couldn’t speak so I can’t reply it as soon as those words came from his mouth. It was pain that I felt in my heart. “And you,” – he stared me and began talking with a mockery tone – “you’re a pianist, am I right?” I nodded once. He talked again and now, he used a hard tone. “It won’t you get anywhere. And it never promised you the wealth.”
Yes, I know. It never promised a good future ahead me. It never is and it never will. But I did it – I play piano – not for fun. I love it. I adored it. I did it not for the wealth – I’m not asking for a being in a high class. Being a pianist was never been my dream until I met Adelaine. She said she loves hearing me plays piano. That was the reason I kept playing. I wrote a song for her, for my mother too. She doesn’t know about it – she just said I have a great talent and it’s a beautiful song. “What is the name of this song? It was lovely yet it also saddened me. You made it by yourself? It’s great!” was all she said previous. I never tell her the name of the song.
‘If only I could say.’ That was the name of the song.
“I hope you make a good choice. And I hope you will tell her to go. That’s the only thing I had asked you.” Then he left. I watched he left and walked to inside. I thrown my bag to the sofa, I bang the door and I walked as fast I could to the piano. With a sudden speed, I played the song I wrote for my mother. I need you now, mother. Please.
I prayed but she didn’t show up. She still at work I supposed.
p/s; i'm getting enthusiastic! :")
