Him: How do you like your coffee?
Me: Cold and creamy.
Him: How do you like your December?
Me: With you in it.
What a December to you? To me a December means.. a way too much time of self-loathing. December always means a last step to a new beginning, for it means a new year is about to come. December also means a family month, for it’s a christmast month. And while I’m not celebrating it religously, I still like the perks that come with it. A bunch of family movies, a holiday, a very cheerful malls. Truth be told, Ramadan didn’t quite bring that upbeat effect to malls. So, either way, an upcoming new year or a family month, December is upsetting because I don’t really have either of it.
My family lives in New York right now. My step father got a job there as a manager of something something (busted, I didn’t really paid attention to it) months ago so they’ve been living a new life there for almost 3 months now. Since I too got a job here -2 effing years contract for god sake!- so that means I’d be the one who stayed behind. I practically have no family right now, not the one that lives nearby at least.
For the new year thing… Well, it sucks because new year always brings this some sort of burden to my thoughts. You know, those contemplation thing? Yeah, I take it very seriously in this time of year. I hate my job, I don’t thing it’s going anywhere nor it will for the next two years. I live on a rented room that us Indonesian called ‘kost’. In reality it looks more like a very small storeroom rather than an actual room. My so-called-room consist only of one single bed-with no frame,of course- one small cabinet, one small desk, and a 14″ tv. My parents live in New York and I live in this rat hole, quite an ironic don’t you think?
Okay, back to where I hate new year. I’m hitting 30 next year. I know, I know, you may say that age is just a number, well let me tell you something, B.S. period. My friends are now living their life with their lovely kids, lovely husband, a steady job, and whatnot while mine filled with crappy job, crappy place, and a very crappy ex-boyfriend -yes, ex. Sadly, I don’t even have a crappy boyfriend. Only an ex. I know my birthday is still almost a year away but the very thought of turning 30 in this kind of life freaks me out. A lot. So every day closer to 2012 is a pain in the neck for me. A reminder how sucks my life is. I ha…
‘Hey, I’m sorry, is this your book?’ said a man who just poked my shoulder. I was going to give him my scarriest face for interrupting the monologue in my head, when suddenly our eyes met.
Him: I still think you are the funniest woman I ever known.
Me: And I still think you’re a cassanova with the worst jokes. You sucks real bad, mate.
Him: But you still love me?
Me: Yes. But I still love you.
Cheesy. Cliche. Really you can say whatever you want, but when our eyes met I felt a connection and I knew he felt it too. After we introduced each other, I got to know that he worked in a food company in south Jakarta, the one who produces the famous noodle in Indonesia. He’s 9 months younger than me and he has a smile you can’t easily forget. We hit on pretty much seamlessly, it’s as if we trully were meant for each other.
The family part was kinda tricky since my parents were thousands of miles away and his on a different city to where we lived. With a lot of efforts and a little technology, somehow we can settle the problem really well. My mother loves him. They’re Skype-ing every now and then, even when I wasn’t there. A somewhat miracle since she used to hate all the things regarding technology.
He’s some sort of a family man. His father died years ago and the older brother had long lived in Australia with his wife, so for years it’d been just the two of them, he and his mother. And even now they live in a different city and she already lives with her sister, he keeps visiting her almost every week. I met her two months after that fallen book incident. His mother is a standard-happy-family type of mother. Nice, sincere, religious, and very motherly. It’s hard not to like her. Miraculously, his mother seems to like me too.
One year nine months and sixteen days after we first met, on the same month I turned 31, we declared our love rightfully, under the name marriage. It’s been two months now and November is about to end. This year, I welcome December with a big grin on my face. I love my life. I have a decent house -small but decent- just outside the city, I’ve been promoted to a much less crappy position in the advertising company I worked -project effing manager, yay!- and I love my husband. I’m in a place where I never think I would two years ago. Finally I’m living the life I always wanted. I’m happy and I can’t wait to experience what life will bring next year. I had my life laid ahead of me. I lov…
“Oh.. Yess. Come on baby, do that again. Harder! Aaaaahhh” an erotic sound vaguely heard from the main room when I entered my house.
“Honey, is that you? Really, you have to stop watching those x-rated movies while I’m away. And what’s with the volum..” I froze. The sound didn’t come out of the movie. Not at all. It was as real as it can be.
to be continued…