Pal Of Oddness.
Description
A room of four.
Bunk bed and the upper one.
Laughter and happiness fill out the atmosphere of four different cultures.
One, with a grin and plastered a fake smile for everyday of his life.
One, with a cold image of city guy who actually wish to live a happy life.
One, with a slumber face and hate to be socialize.
One, with an angelic face of devil, tries to run away from his destiny.
Others see them, as the perfect definition as the hottest guy around.
But they define themselves; as a person who live their life badly.
No dream, no ambition no heart and so thing called feeling.
Time flies, they thought they will changed.
They thought that everything going to be fine.
They do not want to think about the future, the unknown bright day ahead, the fear moment of departing and the memories that had made.
They just want to be together, to stick with one another and to feel the happiness that they created through the whole year they’ve been living with each other.
They bonded nicely, that’s why they want to fold their beautiful story beautifully.
Without any scars, without any wounds, this might leave them with a painful lane called memory.
Foreword
“When I used to be young…”
“You’re not that old silly!”
“I insist to use that kind of phrase which, when I used to be young you dummy!”
“But you’re not that old, not even a line of wrinkle appears on that pretty face of yours Lu!”
“Who said so?”
“I said so.”
“Shut up you both of prankster. I want to sleep.”
“I thought city guy only sleep late at night.”
“Never thought one will be sleeping throughout the day, right?”
“Just let him be, Gail. He’s tired.”
“He’s not Jumyeon. I caught him sleeping inside the library before, and in the cafeteria too, and also, he even sleep at the gym!”
“Shut your ing mouth off. I’m tired. Bye.”
“Yifan, wake up! Let live a healthy life together baby!”
“Shut up.”
I never imagined that he is actually living in his own castle of depression. The person that we used to see is someone who lives his life happily with no worry. But we are indeed failed to identify the problem at the beginning of our meeting.
I never imagined that he is actually run away from his own family. I thought he is happy, enjoying his lovely life cheerfully. But guess, I am not good enough to know him deeply. He lived his abandoned life away from his homey, trying to grab the opportunity called dream of reality.
I never imagined that he is actually a lovely person. I thought he just a cold city guy, though I’m living some sort of similar life like him too. He’s a momma boy. He crying late at night, when he thought that no one going to hear his ugly sobs and his stupid tears. He just too selfish to admit, that he is actually a guy with a heart of a woman.
I never imagined that he actually never had a happy life before he met us. He said he always happy, he said he always good, when he’s not. He’s a good skinny liar. He’s a small no fat liar. He said he’s happy, when he’s sad. He said he want to laugh, when he is actually crying deep inside his heart. Now, I just want to protect him, from the pain, and hurt, of his past.
That’s may be why, God let us, strangled with one another. Because of the pain we kept, because of the problem we made, we’re actually connected to each of our soul, to live our life, of the promises made with a sincere smile on each of our face.
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