Hari Lima (Not A Toy)

by marrie

WARNING: THIS POST PROBABLY MIGHT TURN OUT TO BE YELLOW.

Pre-Script: Here's about a person whom I can't mention the name, thus I'm going to adress the person as fuchsia coloured 'Jill'. Allow me.

Received a text message yesterday. Yes, it was Jill. It wasn't very long since Jill texted the last one. The same old topic--apology.

A friend of mine passed me an advice. She said, 'the one who always apologize, won't make the best partner.' Should I take her advice? Why shouldn't I, the person who passed the advice to her was her father. A family man.

Now, what are these text-apology-family man going to do with Jill?

Jill is a friend whom..err..I can say Jill is different. Jill taught me a lot of stuff. Mostly on how to live a mature life. Jill doesn't aware of it, though. Well, I think Jill didn't knew.

Here. Jill apologised and I did, too. What surprised me was, Jill's reply. A sentence which I can't tolerate, which made me somehow, angry. At a point, I feel glad. Why? Did you ask me why?

I'm angry for how you say such words. As if I was just a toy. I'm sad. Sad for how you are so not fit for me. Jill, I prayed for you. In fact, I am still praying for you. Once in a while, I prayed for us. But I'm glad for not being your absolute toy. Hoho, no way. I played my role right.

Jill did apologise for a lot of things. Sometimes, I didn't even know what are they for. Honestly, those apologies were nothing, but this one last sentence you texted. Which I don't think I could be okay with. I'm not expecting Jill to read this, but...

...Jill , I'm NOT a toy.