This is the story of a normal acquaintence of a Lady and a Guy. Let’s say that they are in their late twenties and are working in some odd jobs. Both of them know that they love each other eventhough, no one dare to say the reason why. The relationship between the two are rough, ruggedly weather of stormy emotions, ups and downs, never been settled. Actually, they are two of a kind and they have always been bonded and rebonded by natural invisible forces. As if they are a liquid substance but from differently made of. One is water, the other is oil.
One day, the football club of the Guy’s hometown is playing and Guy really wants to catch up with his buddies to watch a long waited gig. Lady, a typical of needy woman, doesn’t want him to go all night, because Lady knows he might come so late at night or most probably, early in the morning.
“I want to see my hometown club playing. Can I borrow some bucks for transport? I’m totally broke,” Guy pleads.
“No. If you really wanted to go, you find your own way to sort it out,” Lady answers firmly.
“Yeah, I know that my buddy is willing to pay all the cost but I don’t want him to pay alot for me,” Guy says, “I only can ask you.”
“Why is that?” Lady asks.
“Because you are my girlfriend. I can say anything to you. To the boys are different,” Guy answers.
“You are willing to go far, eventhough at late night, with your buddies. But you never want to go anything farther with me,” Lady says.
“You want to go and see football with me?” Guy asks bluntly.
“No. I don’t like football,” Lady says.
Then Guy’s mobile phone rings. His buddy confirms and persuades him to go. Guy rises up from bed, prepare to go. Lady is almost exploding an outrage. She grabs the tissue box and she hurls it in great distress to the door. Then, a doll, a book, an iron ruler, a pillow. A small cushion flings and tugs the mirror down. The mirror breaks into pieces. Still after few gruesome arguments, Guy goes out the door. His mood is dreary but his buddy push him for the game. Without his notice, Lady watches them on the top of the building, disbelieved of how dense Guy is.
“Why you still go? I don’t want you to go,” Lady phones Guy in mobile phone.
“I’m on the way by cab. We’ll talk later at home,” Guy speaks.
“Why you still go??!!” Lady bursts out.
“Don’t do this. Give me some understanding,” Guy pleads.
“I give you lots of understandings. So many times I don’t accept it but still I won’t say anything,” Lady sounds teary.
“Be cool. Nothing big is happening. We’ll talk later at home,” Guy convinces.
Few calls are made. Guy doesn’t want to change his mind. He even challenges her to come to watch the game. He knows Lady will get soft-hearted and soon forget the fight. As usual.
Lady picks up the shattered glasses of the broken mirror. Lady cleans and sweeps the floor. Some glasses still attach vulnerably to the wooden frameboard. Lady gets the piece to her left arm, test the sharpness she slices in rapidly motion.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Harder she slices the glass. They bleed at her 5 attempts. Few strings of crimson shades blob againts her flesh. The wounds start to sting. Lady feels relieve because she knows the pain is real.
Her pain is real. And it escapes her from heartbroken.
