Twenty six. Enyah and her sick mission
My Gosh! It’s my coolest friend, Enyah.
“So… what’s up?”
“Well, I was just around the vicinity. Trying to go back to where I came from. And, I bumped to some friends. Particularly Bryyan, Polo, Benchi, Jowl. I’ve heard that you weren’t keeping in touch with them anymore. What happened?”
“Oh. Those friends. I actually forgot them already. It’s been ages since we’ve last talked. I really don’t have the guts to face them. After everything. I realized that being friends with them is just a phase. A part of my childhood. And, there’s no point of bringing back puppy love and childhood memoires. Besides, we have our own careers, lives to be exact. So why bother?”
“So, I can still sense that angst you have on one of them. Or should I say… all of them?”
“Well, don’t start on that one. Uhm.. I’m just wondering En, why did you come back? Not that it’s rude for me to ask, but I thought things are doing great with you in your new hometown? What happened?”
“Things. Failure to find the right career. I don’t know where to start. I’ve been dealing with so many things. Everything seems to falter. And I’m getting restless with these stuffs.”
Oh. I thought she was living the life that I can’t.
“So.. you think going back here will make something? Hmmm.. how could I help?”
“Girl, I really don’t know how. But I think I can get by. Right now, I’m enjoying every single moment that I get to spend for all it’s worth. Hmmm.. I know, and I can feel that you don’t want to talk about BBPJ, but I really want to catch up. What did I miss? What happened to you?”
“Hmmm.. ok, miss persistent. Bryyan was ok, until his used-to-be-nice-sister eventually turned into surprisingly-evil-sister and barge into our friendship.. everything was lost and there’s no picking up of harshness until now.
“Next, Benchi. He’s still the weirdo who used to parade inside the chapel. We never talked. All I can remember when I see his face is the memory of me telling you both that I will soon get my own reading glasses. And sure it does make sense! Now I have my own pair of glasses.
“And Polo? Polo is still Polo. What was the drastic change? I don’t know. And I’m quite curious about how he became that chubby! He used to be charming, cute and thin. Now he’s like I don’t know. It’s like I wanna say ‘Hu u?’ every time I see him.”
“Ok. I agree with you. Polo was really different now. But he is still Polo, right? Like our friend? Hmmm.. oh, I missed that line.. it seems that you don’t know him anymore? Hmmm.. Maybe because you don’t talk to them anymore? Maybe because things changed and there are a lot of things going on? Is that it?”
“And what about Jowl?”
“Jowl? Jowl is still Jowl. Still the snobbish type. The mute. The I-will-not-talk-to-you-because-I-don’t-feel-like-talking-to-you type. And I guess, he already told you that I wrote him a letter asking for him to get to know, catch up, and be friends again. Which yes, he never replied and he just.. I don’t know. Perhaps, burned or just made me a living laughing stock.”
“No. You really did that? Neither of the boys told me about a thing of whatever you said.”
So, okay. I stand corrected. So, what did those boys told you? What? More rude things? More humiliating things? Cmon. Spill the crap, I ain’t got a whole day for these rubbish.