Planner
"My planner with him," this is what she titled to a small notepad. A planner written ten years ago. That is one thing I like about her, a choleric woman who wants to plan everything. I started to flip the cover and read each entry. "October, 2009: we'll getting married at the St. Bernard church." The first time I kissed her lips and cried like a baby. "August, 2010: we'll be having a little guy." We named him Eiffel. "February, 2012: we're going to paris." The first time we travelled abroad and I remembered buying her a bag. "June, 2015: Eiffel will be attending his first class." He's the one who carry his things and got kisses from us. How I miss our old times in the province. "February, 2018: we will be acquiring our own house in a mountain view village." A place we dreamt to stay in, I saw her smile taking the keys. "March, 2019: we'll be having our first car." I remember the day, we're driving down the road. The day that wished to replay. I flipped the page and found nothing on the next.
Few moments later, I found myself holding a pen. I started writing on that blanked paper. "April, 2019: we'll be lying in this bed, holding her close to me. I will hear her say, 'let's stay here' and I'll listen." My tears suddenly fell, leaving marks of mixed water and ink on the sheet. The writtings slowly vanishing until it's unreadable. I closed the planner with nothing to plan with her. I guess, I cannot please God to give her back to me again. I shouldn't stay under this rain, I must forgive my self and take this pain.
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