There was a sad story of an
umbrella, and it was happened to me. One day, my neighbor was offered her
umbrella sale and I love the one of them, pink lined up crimson heart motif.
Hence, my mother was bought it for me. How glad I am. It was my first umbrella.
I would keep as could as possible.
Class started and I had to go back
to indekos. I took my new umbrella carefully and not put it with other goods. I
took it in hand.
“Why don’t you put in the bag? I’m
afraid you’ll forget and left it in the bus.” said my mother.
“No, I’m afraid that it will be
broken.” I replied. Yep, sound excessive isn’t it? Indeed, that's the fact.
In the bus, I kept my eyes on the
umbrella, assured that it was still on my grip. When I got to my room, I hanged
it close to bed. As much as possible my eyes reach it.
I'm waiting for the rainy season to
use it.
The rain was falling when I went home
from campus.
“Well, time to go with you.” I
muttered, grabbed the worth umbrella confidently.
Shortly, after I had dried up my umbrella,
the door knocked. It was my classmate. I frowned as I asked her to sit.
“Thanks, but I just want to say if
I might borrow your umbrella. I'm afraid my mother will worry waiting for me. I’ll
give back it tomorrow.” She pleaded.
I did not answer, looked misgiving
at my friend and umbrella in turns. Eventually, I handed my umbrella reluctantly.
I saw her running as the rain getting heavy.
I
wish she can keep my precious umbrella.
I couldn’t sleep that night, kept
anxious waiting for tomorrow when my umbrella was supposed to return.
The following day, I went to campus
early for waiting my friend coming. No any longer she came. But nothing words
said when she walked by. On the contrary, I asked her
“Sorry, I was in hurry, so forget
to bring it.” she replied nonchalantly.
And a week passed, my umbrella returned
in messy fold. I opened it.
I wanted to say that what she’d given was not
mine. Looks fade, mold and bad umbrella. I wanted to deny and handed it back to
her. I got my eyes misty. I couldn’t say anything as my lips began trembling. I
wonder what had happened to it after a long week ago.
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