“.…well, I do everything I can for her. Gosh she just ignore me. And y…”    Kringgg..Kringgg… Phone ringing can be heard.   “Ups. Wait. I gonna answer this.”   I watch your back while you answer the phone. I can see your smile from here. Your eyes that getting smaller as you smile. Your cheeks that move upward as you smile from ear to ear. Anyone can guess that you are laughing and smiling even not see you face to face. And the thought of that makes feels somewhat hurts by that facts. But, why do you froze from where you stand as you turn your face to my direction? And I heard you said “I will call you this night. Bye baby”.   “Hey, why are you crying?”   I heard you but it puzzling me. I touch my cheeks with my hands and you are right. I am crying. “Ouh. This. Nah. It just the dust. And I feel sleepy and a little bit headache. Can we go home now?”   “Haha. Here I thought you are crying. Okay. You go home first. I want to meet with my baby.”   “Okay. Bye. See you tomorrow.”     -At home, in my room.-     That tears just now. Well I think I am so tired to realise that I am hurting just now. But now. The floor is full with tissues sheet. I don’t know how many boxes of tissue I used today. My tears cant stop. God, just please make it stop. Please. It hurts so much that I can’t bear with it anymore. It hurts to keep loving in silence. His misery is mine but why cant you give the happiness too. Is it too much for me? Ergh. And why does my head hurting too.     -In the class-     “Hey.”   “Hye.”   “What is this? Woa. What happens to your eyes?”   “Yah. Give that sunglasses back to me. Its nothing. Now can you please shut up. The class is starting.”   “Relax. Relax. Here you go Miss Panda. So cute.”   “Yah. You. A little piece of s……”   “Shh. No cursing babe. Not nice for someone who is cute and pretty like you.” She never gonna get to finish my word as he stop her with his hands on .  After the class, you keep telling your story date to me. It is not that I mind it. But this few days, your story is like a sharp bow from nowhere that crushing my heart and mind to pieces. It can’t be called pieces anymore as this keep going from two years ago. At this rate, my heart will be like the sand in the glass hour. Dry. Small particle. Smooth. And just till the time for it to keep flowing to the bottom of the glass. And once the glass broke, the sand will flew to nowhere by the wind.    A few weeks after, you call me. Tell me that you are sick. And me as your ‘bestfriend’ and caring here I am in front of your house. There is no need for me to call you or ringing your door bell. Cause as your ‘bestfriend’ you said that I can go in and out your house the way I pleased. So, you give me the key to your house.  Slowly, I opened the door to your bedroom and tiptoed as I see you shivering in your blanket. Though your blanket is as thick as the sweater that made from wool. The good and expensive one. Sighing. I went down the stairs to take a bowl and a new handkerchief. Not forgetting to fill the bowl with water. Don’t