REASONS

Spices in Life

One month.

Not long yet not short either. I had been doing good in taking care of my mom. The love of my life. Doing perfectly the same task everyday over and over again. Feed, cleaned and accompanied her in the cold-silent typical hospital room. The private room my mom was in made me never bother to tidy up and be good looking every single second to keep my image good. Up until now, the most important thing was my mom's condition. Mine? Talked about it later.

My mom.
She was fighting her cancer that I knew so well it wasn't easy and frustrating. Yet, she still managed to laugh at my lame jokes, shared old stories and even nagged on me. Me being me, the clumsiness couldn't help me out from my mom's nagging.

Well, I wasn't alone though. There were also my dad and my cousins, who took turns in taking care of my mom's well being. Since I wasn't expert in socializing, the administrations and the whole "talking-to-doctor" things were my cousins' responsibility. My dad? We're similar. He's bad at socializing too, so yeah.

At morning times, we would gather together in the room and had our breakfast with light funny stories as the side dishes. After my mom had her breakfast, my cousins would go to work and I let my dad rest. He would rest in the room or at home, it was basically up to him. But he rarely went home because he couldn't take his eyes off of my mom. Especially in this bad condition. I, on the other hand, just sit beside my mom's bed while reading or watching some random videos. Oh, also scrolling down my instagram feed like crazy only to find nothing interesting.

Breakfast, stories, lunch, stories, my cousins came, more stories, dinner, less stories, sleep, no more stories, end of the day. It went on like that everyday like I was in a time loop or something. Though there were spices in the loop that made it different. Times when my relatives from overseas visited and doctors visitation to check on my mom every morning and evening. Still boring, but I loved my mom too much to admit it.
Although, she was aware.

Today was no different, after my cousins left for work, my dad decided to go home since he hadn't been at home for a while now. Minutes passed and I was completely drown in reading, sitting on the floor with a cup of coffee in my right. Leaning on the glass wall which allowed warm sunlight smashed my back. I was sipping in my coffee when my mom shifted her position now facing me. Her gesture got my attention for a while, thinking probably she wasn't fond of her position. However, she calmed seconds later and my gazes fell back to the book.

It was a biography book whose owner was my best reading buddy, June. He was good, so did his books. All of them were good. He was born on march, funny that his name reflected my birth month instead of his. Nonsense, I knew.
He knew many things, he described things well, his point of view was wider than anyone. I've known him since our first year of high school (six years now that I've counted it) and his personality was just something. We went to the same university, but ended up in different faculty. June, wanted to pursue his dream and made his dad proud so he chose art department. Me? Social and Science department was where I ended. Everytime we passed by in cafetaria or hallways he would make some weird faces. I laughed. "There you go." he would shouted afterward, smiled and walked away. Despite all his strengths, his personality was what made us friends I believe.

I kind of missed him anyway, it had been a full two weeks since his last visit. He lent me this book and been off doing assignments and being a good college student. Eyes rolled. As for me, I got two months permission of not attending classes due to my mom's condition. Thanks to June's father, the most famous music producer who had networks here and there, the university then agreed to let me took several times off. However, it was only two months knowing that I was also a student who would face sixth semester project in no time.