THE OTHER DAY
By ~ Richard Duhai’ Sam Khuptong
“Bang” the sound of a gun being fired, even though she was so closed to
the gun men, she did not have the time to hear it, all she did was think
about the things she needs to think, and there she lay with all her
thoughts in her minds. She lain with them all. The Body of Miss. Ching
was lying on the street there after she had been shot accidentally.
Summer of 2011 11:25 am it was, the day
she thought would have been the best day, with a little bit of
promptness she left her apartment leaving behind some unfinished
breakfast and a messed up kitchen. With a phone call being left
unattended she took a ride down the lift hoping that it would be a life
saver, yet she still believes, she cannot fly the coop of death. 1
minutes ride down the lift was like a million years for her, as all her
blood rushes through her veins from the beat of her heart which does not
missed even once but rather faster than ever before.
Doors opens, she almost ran for the door
but thinking it twice she walked and in a fleetly manners she walked.
The sun was higher than she thought the moment she steps out of the
building, without a further glance at how things are around her. She
knows clearly that, everything in and around her are all the same they
never changed except that without prior notification nothing changed was
what she used to say. She walked down the pavement.
While all the thought of sitting in her
office and the things to happen after the time in her office were
running on her mind, she got a bit nervous and was exited. She smiled
once, looking up to the sky, maybe thanking God for giving her that day
or maybe thanking him for all that are going to happen, nobody ever
could tell, for a facial appearance is just a mere expression of not who
we are but how we want others to see us. The phone rang; she runs her
hand through her bag and after struggling for sometime managed to answer
her first call for that day. “So, I guess all will be well for the much
awaited evening?” Come from the other end “Ya! I’m hoping for it too.
How’s all the preparation going?” She asked, even though she already
knew the answer which was updated to her the night before through her
mail. “Everything is ready except one thing?” She heard over the phone
and was curious and asked “and that would be?” Just then the bus
arrived, “I gotta go, the bus is here, I’ll be on the line once I get to
the office, please do update me the details again, bye” she rushes
those words while boarding her bus. As she walk down aisle noticing that
not too many empty seats are there, she managed to make herself
comfortable in one of the seat which a man had sacrificed for her.
“Thank You” she said with her hand grabbing one of the poles in the bus
and making her way with her hands forward, which is neither a gesture of
appreciation nor a denial of the offer. She does not even know if she
really meant it or not when she said “THANK YOU”, for all that matters
right now is that, things to work just as planned, nothing is really on
her mind but just the evening.
She was felling a little numb for the
time she was in the bus. The bus almost took off from the stop as she
saw the Big Board saying IMPERIAL and awakes herself. “I need to get
down” she shouted, making her way through the door. Getting off the bus
was the fastest thing she ever did for that day. Making her way towards
her Office she said to herself, “yesterday I had almost done everything I
can so, I hope, there is not much of a work left for today.” “Good
Morning Miss Ching” a warm greeting with a pleasant smile welcoming her
hoping that she would be fine having a talk with her, but
“Morning(smile) hey I need to rush to my desk can I talk to you later?”
This is all she got from her. It was Miss Liani who greeted her, like
all the other day she had a little bit of problems for Miss Ching to
solve yet again, and this time she really needs her. “No Ching! I really
need to talk” she replied, looking at her watch “You got exactly 2
minutes. Now tell me what you have for today?” “Okok” without even
taking a breath she continues “He proposed to me the night before and…”
“…And what” anxiously Ching asked “I denied his proposal” was not what
she expected instead it is what she heard. “But Why?? I thought you tell
me how good you were together?” Ching asked with her enormous eyes
looking at her without a blink. Liani continues telling “He just loves
me too much and I really need space, you know, sometimes I wanted to
free myself” “All right if hats what you thought the best for you then, I
do not disagree, but I really think you are making the wrong choice,
your on the verge of yours 20s look at you.” Ching telling this left her
for her desk.
Like she had said to herself there was
not much of a work to be done that day. She calms herself down from all
the rushes that she had and sign. Just as she was about to have that
enlightenment of peace, her cell rang. “I thought you said you would
call me once you get there?” “Yes, and I am about to be making that
call, but… Wait can’t you have a little patience, you know I have been
in a rush from the moment I get out of bed this morning” Unable to hide
the stress anymore she blurt it out all at once. “Hey, hey!!! I do not
mean that… I just wanted to make sure you are all right with what we are
about to do” came from the phone. “Yes! I am absolutely sure, and I do
not hesitate anything, in fact, I wish the evening is now” she replied
and tell him that she need to get away from the phone as she forgot to
take her coffee before making her entrance.
Now, nothing really is on her mind, more
of like a Mind Blank, the term for her. She went out to get her
Cappuccino which she never forgot to take it once she get to the office,
before the day start she would sip it from her favourite coloured Mug
which was a gift to her on her last birthday by someone who is really
special, as it was written on the mug.
She crossed the street which was so
crowded that you might even have to hold your breath for a moment.
Stepping her foot on the other side as she looks toward the Coffee
stall, she breath, with a sign of relief she breath, the way she breath
is more like she had been suffocating for the past five minutes or so.
She breath and again, she breath, she hears people screaming, without
taking a look around she looked up and breath again for the last time,
then, she lied on the streets with all her thoughts for the big evening.
Vision blurred but all she could recognise was a voice saying,
“Everything will be all right! Hold on there,”
On her dairy the other night before she
goes to sleep she wrote. “If I had been given a second chance to live
after I died I rather take no risk anymore.”
Copyright © & ℗ 2011 Richard Khuptong & ©Siamsinna leh Vakiangbu
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