As I gaze out my window at the sky while watching my children sleep, the brisk winds remind me of a building that I once lived in, wherein I saw, sensed, and were horrified, an encounter with which I'm not comfortable speaking. Fortunately, everything turned up okay. My name is Herman, but my friends called me Er, and the following is a story of what occurred to me 23 years ago. I have had a passion for writing since a kid. Now my guardian thinks I can go even farther. Consequently, they help me submit an authorship application and enrol in further linguistic, writing, and journalistic courses. Little did I realise that I'd be given a job to help me improve my abilities while simultaneously taking part-time writing courses to support my income. I was a young twenty-year-old at the time. Too young, yet inquisitive and willing to try new things. As a young author, the chance pushed me to go outside my comfort zone and acquire essential experience. Pay attention to the sound
I was about to tell her the following day almost.
In the middle of the night, around 11.00 o'clock, when I was at my apartment, my phone rang. As I answer that calls, it was from the hospitals. I silence myself for a moment; I can't talk about anything, I wanted to ask, but I just keep quiet. The person was in charge of calling me hang first, then I slowly put my phone down.
The first thing I do was calling him, as soon I heard his voice, my tears running through my cheeks and I cried, can't even speak. He didn't respond anything, though; he just said, "wait for me". A few moments later, I heard a doorbell, I opened it, and he hugs me tightly. I know he already knew what it's about.
My mother died that night.
I blamed myself for that one year because I was busy with my life and my relationship goals, but I had no time to see my mother. I felt guilt. Fortunately, he understands it all, and he will take care of me from now on. I know it so sudden, but we plan to registered our marriage without any ceremony.
Nevertheless, before we were officially married, everything was a mess. My boyfriend's parent does not know that he was getting married. And the second of it, I was getting blame due to their son's choice. They hated me because I was below their standard. Like I said, our family were so different, and they already set a standard for their in-laws.
There's a quote, "If she's your girl, stand up for her."
It was a disaster; his mother came to that hotel I was working with and humiliated me in front of my colleagues and manager. While his sister spread rumours about me dating his brother for money. I was in despair; it's not that long my mother had passed away. I was in depression, and I don't know who to talk with. While his family tortured me, he gave me an excuse that he was busy with his art gallery.
For almost two months, I was under stress. I went to the gallery studio, but there was no one there. I am sure he is somewhere with his family. For the next three months, he rarely texted me nor called me. The promises he said to me, the ring he gave to me, I left it on his gallery studio.
He's gone, like out of nowhere. I have left behind again.
After a while, it's been six months now, and it enters the New Year. I was about to move on with my life, but then I got a voicemail.
"My family threatened me to ruin your life if I still am in contact with you, I'm serious with you, but they gave me no choice. I hope they are happy when they know I was nowhere to be heard or seen. Don't tell them anything, you're strong, you can live without me. Forget about me and move on with your life. "
I'm a bit disappointed. His words broke my heart like this is the end of his world, and he did not fight me for him. He just disappears. He was gone. The last thing I heard from him is from the voicemail; it was on Monday in January 2006.
But I'm still hoping.
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