I have a short story between a man and a mirror. They have a conversation every night. I don’t know, exactly, what they are talking about. I listened once to their conversation.
When they were setting off the conversation, I chased a mouse taking away my cheese on a table in dinning room. The mouse surprised me. Suddenly, I heard someone was talking to in a room beside Utah’s room. “Listen to me”, one shouted, “I dunno what I did to you. I only remember that I was drunk at the night when we had a dinner. If I did it, please give me a chance to take care of you”, one got out of the room. I just realized the man who spoke in that room was my friend living together in an apartment.
Next day, before going school I heard again two persons were talking together in a same room. “I wanna go work. Don’t follow me any more. Let me myself do it. I will prove that I am able and suitable being your man”. Than he left that room quickly carrying a black suitcase on his left hand and a news paper on his right hand. He stopped a taxi, which passed in front of the apartment, while looked at his opened window.
Though we live together, we often talk to each other. He is very busy on his job at a famous company. And I am very busy to my study. We don’t solve our different yet. But I am sure, someday, we will find out how to act.
Oh, I remember, he ever said that he had spent much money. But I don’t know what the money was for? It seems I love listening to her conversation. I don’t mean to do that. He always speaks loudly. And I never come in his room, because I just came here five days ago from Indonesia.
He said, “Why do you study here? Isn’t the education in Indonesia quite good, is it?” when I came for the first time. “I never plan to study here. And why do you study here too?” He stepped near me and looked at my eyes, suddenly, “You are so nerve”, he went out, “Be patient staying here!”
Four days. I never imagined that I stayed with a strange man. He told to someone I didn’t know he was there. I really didn’t care to what he did. I never involved in his problems and wanted to know about him any longer. I have known it from his actions.
Now, the fifth day of my coming, I am still doubt to live together, although I am very close with Utah who likes swimming and talking much. I hope I will meet him again. And I decided to move out from the apartment. I have told to Utah before.
And now Utah comes to my room, “Can you stay any longer here Nuno?” giving a letter I don’t know what it is from.
“I’m so sorry Utah. I can’t hold it again. I hope you’ll understand”, while hugging him.
“You mean what? George?” he asks.
“Exactly”.
“You misunderstand to him. I know that he always talks to himself in his room. But you don’t find out whom he talks to?” he tries to ensure me.
“I don’t care”, while sitting down on a chair.
“You have to care”, he is angry, “He always talks to a mirror. He joins in a drama competition which will be held next week”.
“What! Drama? I never imagine that he …, ah, forget it. Now, what should I do?”
Suddenly, George comes, “Why do you package your goods? Wanna go some where, don’t you?”
“No”, I answer. Than he walks to his room and begins the conversation again. But he speaks weakly.
Utah and I only laugh.
*(was published in VJ (Voice of JS - EC) )