Well, it's 10am somewhere else.
So, I created the December Post thingy just to be my stimulation for me to write avidly again. To start back my engine for me to write. To force myself, my brain to think, to exercise to translate my imagination into words and pen it down as quickly as possible before it flies away into the unnamed darkness.
I chose the month December because, as cliche as it sounds, it's my favourite month and also it's my birth month. Other than that, I did the statistics (just random observation, there's no data at all) that my brain will actively chatter in my head and completely will bug my thinking process if I don't write it down or tell anybody. I would prefer to write because then, I could refer my thoughts again. I don't even know why I do like to read my old thoughts. It just fascinates me how thinking works, how a perception of us on somebody or something can change due to a stimulant that can make a thought turn 180 degree from its original angle.
Actually I have 2 approaches in my head on how to write today's post. Yes, I AM that excited on writing again. (Aku rasa poyo pulak tulis blog pepanjang ni... Sapa je tulis lagi woi!!!) On with the actual post that I wanted to post. Tadaaaa... The fictional narrative approach. It has been a while... Hisashiburi ne..
A thousand words a day, makes your head shut up... hmmm...
Warning: I didn't check my grammar.
1st December 2014
10.00am
It was 10.00am. The gloomy sky painted the room dark that made
him sleep so soundly. The only light that shone in his room was his twinkling
phone. Teeeeeeetttt. Teeeeeeetttt. Teeeeeeetttt. The phone
couldn't stop ringing. His left hand kept searching the phone to make the alarm stop. He
reached the phone and slid the screen to dismiss the alarm. The phone beeped,
signalling him that battery's going to die soon. He did managed to check his
inbox before the phone shut down. “Sorry,
I couldn’t visit today. A thing came up. Mum.” He groaned and threw the
phone across the room. He looked outside his window, the trees
outside waving at him accompanied with the drizzling rain.
He
sighed. “What a wonderful Monday morning, today is... There’s no such thing as
Monday Blues, only colourful happy Mondays” He commented to himself half-heartenedly.
He got on his foot and forced himself to start the day. He brushed his teeth
and without bothering to shower, he put on his favourite black hoodie, not to
say his favourite hoodie, it’s the only hoodie that he got. And wrapped his
head with a beanie and put on another layer of jacket to keep himself warm. It’s
going to be a long, wet, cold, gloomy Monday.
He
loved cold weather. But somehow, on this exact day... he wished it’s not a
long, wet, cold, gloomy Monday. Just for today, he wished to have a sunny,
birds-chirping, tank top, hot Monday. That way he could do more outside of the
four walls.
He
grabbed an umbrella before going out and walked through the puddles of water
without looking back at his apartment.
Breathing
was starting to get difficult while he’s walking into the park. He stopped at a
coffee vendor that had a couple of other customers.
“Assalamualaikum. Good
morning, Adam. Going to visit your sister today?” the barista greeted him with
a full-teeth smile.
“Waalaikumussalam. Yeah,
Othman. It’s her birthday today,” Adam smiled weakly to himself. “Can I get the
usual, please?”
“Coming
right up.” Othman continued to make a cup of caramel macchiato with a double
shot, that’s how Adam liked his coffee. A cup of joe to keep him awake. Also,
it was his sister who introduced him to Othman, the barista at the modest
vendor but still, made the best coffee in town.
“Here
you go, Adam. And give this flower to your sister, will ya. Tell her I said hi.”
Othman smiled again, but now with more sympathy, more sincerity.
Everybody
in town knew about his sister. Aliyah, the jumpy, hyperactive, happy kid that
always roamed around the town with her purple bicycle and her noisy bell
attached to it. The same bell that almost got him caught of stealing a hundred
dollars from their mother’s savings; also, the same bell that saved me from got
hit with a car that drove past the driving limit.
A
cup of coffee on his left, a white daisy given by Othman on his right. He
smiled to himself while continuing his walk to his destination. People like
Othman made his long, wet, cold, gloomy Monday not so bad.
The
drizzle stopped when he’s hiking up a hill. The hiding sun started to come out
from the fluffy, dark cloud. A rainbow started to form, colour the blue sky to
wonder. He put away his umbrella and embracing the sun light suddenly appeared. When he reached the cliff with an outstanding view of the sea, he sat
on a built in bench. He put the coffee and the flower next to him. A smile drew slowly upon his face.
Looked
up to the sky, the dark, fluffy cloud went away. Lines of colours curved up in
the sky, sun’s shining through. “What a wonderful Monday morning, today is...
There’s no such thing as Monday Blues, only colourful happy Mondays,” this time
around, he said it with a smile on his face. He closed his eyes and let himself
bathed in the sun rays. “Happy 17th Birthday, Aliyah. I hope you're having a colourful happy Monday today.” He said to nobody in particular.
It was four years ago this day, Adam was supposed to watch over Aliyah since both of their parents went
on a business trip for two days. One Monday, he invited all his friends to his
home, took the advantage of his parents trip. While having fun, he overlooked
his sister’s well being. The gathering went up until late at night, he still oblivious
towards his sister’s whereabouts. The next morning, a school day, he went to
his sister’s room to wake her up for school. He opened the door, saw her bed
was completely untouched and Aliyah was nowhere in sight. He ran around the
house, searching for her sister. “Aliyah... where are you? It’s time for
school.”
He
soon panicked when he could not find Aliyah’s purple bicycle. It’s too early for her to be gone to school,
was she at a friend’s house? When did she left the house? Did she ask for my
permission? What if mom and dad found out? I’m dead. Dead? No... Where are you,
Aliyah?! This is not funny! His mind’s screaming with questions and
possibilities. After hours of searching, he finally called his parents about
the situation and called the police to report the missing Aliyah.
The
searching team took just a day to find Aliyah’s purple bicycle on the cliff
where Adam’s currently sitting and the day after that, to find her bloated blue
body floating stuck in between rocks near the cliff.
That
image of his sister still haunted Adam’s mind. He still blamed himself that his
sister was gone now. Their parents too. Adam made a bench and engraved his
sister’s words there. Her words that always remembered, “There’s no such thing as Monday Blues, only colourful happy Mondays.” Aliyah
(1997-2014) A daughter, a sister, a colourful soul. We surely belong to Him and to Him we shall return.
“I’m
sorry, Aliyah,” muttered Adam, his smile slowly faded, a tear ran down his cheek.
