This is a post about a dream I once had about me and my friends, hanging out together after not seeing each other for quite a long time. I felt like I was just back in the old times.
“You’re a very ignorant person.”
“You have such a huge ego that it scared most people.”
“You have the air of a proud person, you know.”
“You could be really arrogant sometimes, you know that?”
And so on and so on… or at least that’s what they say about me.
* * *
I packed my iBook G4, with its charger and rushed into the cafe as soon as I got a call to meet up and hang out with my friends.
I’m late. I’m definitely late.
And my phone’s been ringing over and over for 30 minutes. The last time I took the call, my old pal scolded me for being late as ever with sharp tone and cruel, witty words.
No worries. I know he meant no harm. That’s just his manner of speech.
But as I saw his name on my cell phone’s screen, I think it’d be wiser not to take his call while I rushed to meet him and the others.
Goddammit, hurry up, I thought while waiting for the angkota to depart. They barely moved a wheel because there were only 3 people inside.
Dammit, I’m fucking-late already! I screamed inside.
35 minutes passed already–I glanced at my watch. At the same time, for the hundredth time, my cell phone rings again.
As I saw the caller’s name on the screen, I knew I couldn’t escape it anymore. I had to take the call.
Be strong, I told myself as I press the green button.
“Where were you!?” A scold, as expected, from a very familiar voice, was heard from the other line.
“Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! I’m really sorry! I’m late as hell, and I’m sorry!” I said right away, begging for forgiveness.
“Do you know what time it is!? Geez! You’re such a latecomer!”
“I know, I know, and I’m so–“
“You’re sorry, my ass. You’re unbelievable!”
Oh, don’t worry. He’ll forgive me, alright.
“I know, I know, I’m in angkota right now, and this bloody-car just won’t move an inch!”
“You’d better get your ass here as soon as possible,” he said, with a threatening tone.
No, no, don’t worry. He’s not going to kill me. But I’ll probably need to deal with him–his wrath, his anger, whatever you call it.
“I know, I know! I’ll be there soon! I promise!” I said, still in a begging tone.
And he hang up on me without even saying goodbye.
Dammit. Why can’t this bloddy-angkota move!?
And just when I can’t be more frustrated, 5 people entered the car.
Okay. 10 minutes, and I’ll take a cab instead, I told myself.
Within 5 minutes, the cursed vehicle finally moved.
I looked at my watch and cursed–again.
I was almost an hour late.
He’s gonna fucking kill me.
But I rushed anyway, going inside the diner, as I saw my friends sitting around the big table, eating their dinner merrily.
“Hi,” I said in a grim tone.
“Hey! You finally came!” A woman sitting next to where I was standing greet me warmly. She’s a grown-up, alright, but her posture makes her look like a little girl. Not that it’s a bad thing, really. I think it suits her just fine, and that’s what makes her… her.
And she drew a chair next to her, letting me sit.
There he was, sitting on a chair across me. I tried not to look at him.
“Hi! I’m sorry I’m terribly late. The bloody angkot took so long, waiting for passengers, as usual,” I conveyed my apology.
Another woman–rather buxom, with a pleasant, merry face, laughed.
“Oh, don’t worry! I was late as well!” And she laughed cheerfully, like it was no big deal.
God, I don’t think he’d think so.
“Geez, we almost left, you know!” Finally, I heard him speaking, in a sarcastic tone, although he sounded like he was joking, this time.
And I glanced at him, and saw him staring at me.
Then I knew he wasn’t mad anymore. He was acting mad.
“I know! I’m sorry! Geez! Has everybody finished eating, really?” I asked.
“Oh, no. Don’t worry. We’re kinda waiting for you, and since it took you so long to finally arrive, we ordered our food already, but as you can see, we’re still waiting for those food.” This time, the one speaking was another woman sitting next to that guy. Another buxom one with glasses, just like the petite one sitting next to me. With glasses, I mean.
I looked at the people sitting around me.
Those were the people I know. They were the faces of the people so familiar to me.
My friends. Who know by heart what a snob I could be.
Who know exactly how arrogant and spoiled I am.
They were the people who understand how big my ego could be.
Yet they stay. They remained my friends.
Oh, we’ve had turbulence in our friendship sometimes, alright. But there we were, sitting next to each other. Missing each other’s company.
Those familiar faces.
Those familiar smiles.
* * *
Eminem’s voice, shouting the rap of the first verse from his song “Love The Way You Lie” woke me up right away.
I glanced at the clock on my cell phone’s screen. It’s 7.15 AM.
I closed my eyes again for a minute, trying to get rid of the eyesore I had the moment I opened my eyes. And I don’t know why, despite my alarm was actually playing the song “Love The Way You Lie,” but it’s the song by The Ready Set called “Wishlist” that was playing over and over in my head.
Then I opened my eyes.
The eyesore was gone.
But so were the familiar faces I just saw.
There was only me, alone, lying on my bed.
It was one fine-ass dream.