Best Friend, Enemy & Love


Chocolate

“He is my very best friend for a long time ago and still. We knew each other since we’re student in the senior high school,” said my friend in the small café nearby Bras Basah Complex and Raffles Hotel.

She ordered black coffee as her favorite and I am sticked with a cup of hot chocolate. I don’t ever have any other choice than hot chocolate and hot tea to order in every café and restaurants as far back as I have money to buy my own meals, a simple option with a simple reason, I don’t want to get cough and influenza after drinking a fresh ice drink. Sometimes I even have to complain and give the drink back to waiters just because they gave me ‘a warm’ chocolate or tea instead of a VERY HOT drink as I ordered.

We found the café accidentally, after being tired of a long walking around Peninsula Plaza to look for a violin. We didn’t find the shop but learned something “when Singaporean tell you 10 minutes to describe a distance from one place to another, it means 20 minutes or even more”.

She continued her story while I sniff my hot chocolate hoping the (little) caffeine will bring back my energy from exhausting. “Two years in the same class is more than enough time for me to know his character, his kindness and loyalty to his mates, including me . We fight a lot and became enemy, but we still love each other as friend, he was really care of me. My other friends ever told me that he loves me but I didn’t believe it, besides he’s not my type”. I saw the sparkle in my friend’s eyes when she mentioned his name in the story.

Time passed by, she continued, they went to different colleges in the different cities, they made their new stories with new friends separately. She had a boyfriend while in the same time his friend introduced her his a beautiful girlfriend. Nothing wrong with this story, as episode that every of us face in our path of life.

“Everything changed when I got his wedding invitation. I want to scream but no voice out from my mouth, I want to cry but my eyes dried, my hands shake and I can not breathe when I realized for the first time that I love him, I knew my feeling in the wrong time. I don’t want to lose him”.

“DEWI, am I wrong IF I’m telling him that I love him before his marriage?”

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