[#3] Bazaar
What a tired weekend! It was my dorm's annual bazaar held by YMCA today. We started since Saturday night shopping, chopping, stirring, burning. We made 2 different kinds of curry, a Tapioca dessert as usual and had to cook tons of rice and stir the curry for whole night. I only had 2-3 hours sleep before I got up to take my turn to stir in that huge pot with a spoon. But anyway, at 10a.m., we were ready to serve! Two kinds of curry, one is the normal kind which we put almost everything into, so-so delicious. And the other one is Indonesian curry made by garlic and chicken, very delicious. Tasting that just made me think: 11 guys really CAN make something you can eat!
Oh forgot to explain that my dorm is on 5th floor, the top floor of the building and other four floors are used as YMCA's facilities. And this year, we weren't lucky enough to get the good place for selling-- a tiny corner on the second floor. Since there weren't TOO many people today and also we had made enough preparation last night, it seemed to be a very calm day...very calm until he showed up at the entrance of the building.
I haven't seen him for more than a week but he came to the bazaar because I invited him. He didn't show much smile like he used to when he saw me at the entrance, a place that was already crowed by moms and children and obasan-s. I didn't know he was already there, I was doing promotion with a dorm-mate for our 'dorm curry' and was carrying a note with prices of the food and happened to come to the entrance...and there he is. I saw him first and I said hi and told my friend that I'll take a break. I led him to the second floor where our dorm-curry was sold, he bought one and went into the 'restaurant' -- which was still a classroom this morning before the bazaar and sat at the far end of the room, facing the door. I put a little bit of both curry into his plates, went to his table and served to him. He looked at me and smiled, that's the kind of smile that says: you look cute when you are a waiter. I didn't go up to talk to him when he was eating. I was busy or was pretending to be busy all the time. After he finished, he went out of the side door to wait for me and I took a break and went upstairs with him to the 5th floor, my dorm.
Everyone was downstairs so the whole dorm was empty. Walking past the public living room and toilet, and through the long corridor, my single room is on the right side at the end. I stepped in, he stepped in. He looked around, very carefully, seemed like every little decoration of my small room was interesting to him. I like Spiderman, so my room is full of -- well not really full of, you know what I mean -- Spiderman clock, Spiderman figures, Spiderman posts and even a Spiderman neon light. He stood there, very quiet for about a minute and suddenly something dramatic happened... He cried. He stared at me with his tearful eyes while I was looking at him, surprisingly. I wasn't very much shocked but still was surprised that he would cry in my room, but somehow I understood why...
We had been together for 2 years and 4 months, my first relationship...that lasted untill just 3 weeks ago. It's such a painful thing to accept the fact that I had to leave him, for him! That's why I have been devastated for such a long time. We had been in love like other happy couples in the world. He used to be the only person I think about during the day and I used to be the same to him. Now we still think and care about each other, but things have changed. He said he needs a break from this relationship. He also said a lot of things, by which I was confused, shocked and deeply hurt, for the first time in my life! He is my first boyfriend, but I felt so hurt not because this is my first relationship or he was the first guy I fell in love with, or he was the the first guy who taught me how to have sex...guess it's simply because I Love Him and I still do and I'm sure about that. He wanted me so much but now he wants to quit. It hurts me but also hurts him! He knows I'm a nice guy and doesn't want to hurt me but he has to be honest with me/with himself, to admit that he hasn't been very happy with me during the past 2 years so he has to leave me. Then when he saw me being painful, he got all painful himself too...What an awful situation! After a long time, I somehow came to understand it's no good for me to stay in his life anymore coz what he wants now is freedom while all I want is still him. And after another long time, I finally accepted the break-up. But that was ABSOLUTELY no easy decision!
Now he is in my dorm. We have always been talking about my dorm, a place I have never invited him to see. I always went to his appartment. We'd watch TV together, eat, laugh, also fight, all in his appartment. That's kind of unfair, I know. Because he is 13 years older than me, because when my dorm-mates find him they will suspect, because there are some homo-phobics in my dorm, because a lot of stupid, unidentified reasons, I kept him away from my dorm for two years. Now he is here, standing right inside my room! I invited him all of a sudden, coz I suddenly felt that this bazaar is a perfect chance to do something I would always regret if I hadn't done, and I'm glad he came...even after we broke up! Two years and four months, we have been knowing each other so well and of course he knew I like Spiderman. He said later that when he was looking around my room, lots of thoughts went through his mind. Of course, he was crying! He finally saw THIS is the life I'm living, it's so strange, isn't it?
As he was wiping off his tears, mine fell off. I knew that I can't go out with two red eyes coz I've got some bazaar to attend, some curry to sell and some friends waiting for me downstairs. But how could I control the tears flooding out from my eyes? My room was so tiny and between me and him, it was just one step or less, I just wanted to take that one step and hug him and kiss his face and tell him how much I hate to break up with him...but instead, it was just powerful silence taking over the whole room. Coz I knew that if I ever hugged him, had him in my arms at that moment, I would never be able to let him go.
We both calmed down and had a little chat, he took a few photos of me with his new camera. I told him that I couldn't stay long and he understood that. He said he would be somewhere around this building looking at other booths. After he left, I went to the kitchen to boil some tea water for the bazaar but my mind was somewhere else. I stood there like an empty shell.
Why do you have to leave me if you still have tears in your eyes?
I rushed out just like crazy, wanting to find him in the crowds of this building, didn't know why. Yet it didn't matter if I really found him or not. Maybe because I just wanted to talk more or see him once more in my dorm building or...just call me crazy. I searched booth after booth, now I still can remember the sore feeling came up to my nose again and again. I tried to look sharp today coz I was gonna be a waiter so I put on a nice DKNY shirt with a nice tie. But when I finally couldn't find him in the building and stopped searching, I realized that I was standing there, with that nice outfit, plus two dirty kitchen glove and was carrying a huge pot in my hands...
LYRICS: That's Why (You Go Away) -- by Michael Learns To Rock
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