There is so much empty feeling for Aom, maybe it’s because her surrounding is full of thick fog that is chill and silky. Aom tries to brush away the fog in front of her but it just cling her down even more. Aom tries to run to find something that she had lost, but the fog is preventing her from every side.

“Don’t die…please…don’t go” Aom yells but her voice echo back like it’s making fun of her.

“Where…where are you?” Aom shake her head.

“Don’t die…please...” Aom continues saying those word, her heart feels so heavy.

“Aom…Honey…open your eyes”

“Where are you? Please don’t die…there is so much blood”

“Aom…wake up”

Aom heard someone calling her name, at first it was far away, but it became clearer and clearer.

“Aom…Honey…wake up…open your eyes”

“Kimhan!” Aom blurts that person’s name out, but when she did that, the fog around her suddenly form into smoke turn into the tall figure body. That tall figure stare back at her with a little smile on her face, with a playful black eyes and just a couple of second later that handsome face is full wound and blood. Aom screams and open her eyes quickly.

“Don’t die!”

“No Honey, you’re not dying…”

As Aom opens her eyes she saw her grandmother’s face full of tear, the old lady smile at her with happiness, but it still show concern.

“Orn...Aom is up…how are you Honey?”

Aom blinks her eyes rapidly, so her surrounding become clearer.

“What…what is going on? Where am I?”

“You’re at home…are you better now?” the old lady asks with a worry face.

Aom tries to get up but her head is just too heavy.

“Don’t get up Honey, you should stay still”

“What happened to me Mom?”

“You probably got hit by a big chunk of dirt, when we took you home, you were still unconscious”

“How long was I out?”

“Pretty long, when me and your grandma heard the siren, we tried to hurry home, but when we saw that the door is lock, we tried to find you in the trench. Both you and Kimhan were unconscious when we found you. So, I have to ask the people around the area for help”

“What happened?”

“The planes attacked the boat dock but one accidently drop on our property and another one didn’t detonate. Luckily Kimhan used her body to shield you. I was so scare when I first saw you, you were almost bury under all those dirt”

“How is Kimhan doing?”

“She gain her conscious since we were at the trench. She got head injury but she still have strength to carry you up to the house. She also went to get the doctor from the camp to come see you, the doctor said that you’re ok. She went to look at the bomb that still didn’t detonate, they are probably trying to disarm the bomb right now. She said she would come back to see you again when she’s done”

Aom gives out a long sigh before slowly closing her eyes.

“Hideko…I love you”

Those words were no louder than a whisper but the sweetness of it is still distinct in her memory. Aom touch her lips gently, it seems like she can still feel the warmness like it just happened.

“Honey, did you injured your mouth or is does it hurt right there?”

Those innocent words from her mom make Aom flinch like someone just electrify her and she quickly close her eyes.

“That’s good Honey, you should get plenty of rest, so you’ll feel better when you wake up”

‘Feel better when I wake up?’ Aom think to herself. Wake up from that dream, a dream that’s full of warmth that hold her tightly. When she wakes up, she would have to face the cruel reality. In that dream, there is nothing she has to worry about, their social status, how different they are, or even gender. However, in reality, she has to take all those things into account plus more.

‘If you ever love someone you would know the gentleness of love…’

Mike! Suddenly, this name pop into her mind, the name that she always looking forward to, the person that always give her the warm feeling since she was a child. But it’s nothing compare to what she just recently felt, the warmness from that tall figure that give to her, was gentle, caring and sweet which seem like it’s engraving into her heart that can’t easily disappear.

Aom close her eyes and tries to sleep quietly, but in her heart is full of entanglement. It is full of doubt and hate for herself. Why does she has to feel this way? Why did she forget the promise that she gave to Mike? Why...why…why? There is thousands of question going through her head and then in the back of her mind, a little voice plead…

‘I’m not wrong, I didn’t say I love Mike…I just told him that I’ll wait for him’

‘But do you love that person? A person that is the enemy of your country…a person with the same gender…a person who…’

Aom bite her lips, ball up her fists with sweat rolling down her face.

‘No! I hate that person…hate…hate!’

Aom pops up her head but have to lay back down on the pillow again because she feels that it still hurt.

‘Do you really hate that person? If you really do feel that way, why don’t you wish death upon that person right now…that person and a group of soldiers are trying to disarm a bomb at this very second, one wrong move…in a spilt second…all those people that are there would be wipe off the face of this earth without a trace of their bodies’

That tall figure, that handsome face that look serious when in duty, that red lip that would press together into a straight line when that person is focusing on the task at hand. Aom can see all those detail of that person like it’s happening in front of her eyes. The gentleness turn into decisive, the confident in oneself like a soldier that is responsible for the troop under her command. Aom would only see a playful face, a bright smile and kindness when she’s off duty. She came from a faraway country, and with her she bring cool breeze and kindness with her. That person is a type of person that give both security and warm to the person that she love, but even so, she is still the enemy!

Aom give out a deep sigh but her arrogance multiply even more.

‘Just forget about that person, that person doesn’t have anything to do with me. It doesn’t matter if that person live or die, I has nothing to do with it. But if she die, you should be glad, because there is one less enemy you should worry about’

A heavy foot step walks up the stair, Aom still close her eyes and pretend not to notice. The petite girl does not wish to know about anything else. But she is force to open her eyes away because she could feel that there is someone standing close by and staring at her. The black eyes that is looking at her show kindness and concern. Aom can see the exhaustion in that handsome face, that short hair have dirt and dry blood, and the uniform is muddy. Even so, the red lip still smile at Aom brightly.

“How…are you?” ask Kimhan

Aom quickly close her eyes, every feeling suddenly fight each other in her mind, hate, glad, thankful…

“You were…unconscious for so long…the bomb was drop close to the camp…some part of the camp was destroy…some part of your orchid too…it a good thing…one of the bomb didn’t detonate…I just finished disarming it not long ago…I’m so worry about you with every breath” Kimhan said those last