I just watched the documentary on the Tsunami Tragedy in the National Geographic Channel. It's a very horrible dissaster I would say. As I watch the show, my mind flew off...
I remember I was sleeping when my cell phone rang.
"Hi.. erm.., I had a bad news for you." A call from his sister.
At once, I realised the bad news must be about him. I was so awakened as she continued.
"He was in Phuket Island for holiday...." I can hear her sobing as she said.
"Oh My God, No.. Is it true? A prank? " I can't stop asking. I know what happen in Phuket.
"His body was found. I guess it's a right thing to let you know." She continued.
I can feel my tears rushing down through my face. No.. it can't be. He is not dead. He is not.... Though its the 4th day after the dissaster, I would never expected or wanted to received such call. "Why did I pick up the phone?", "why did you call me?" I asked myself, trying to run away from the reality. I rather no know what had happen. I rather pretendhe is still alive and move on with his life.
"I'm sorry to call. But I guess, my brother would want you to attend his funeral. It's in Penang." She hung up the line as she finished with the address.
Should I attend? It's almost a year since we lost in touch. No.... How could I see him there? I will break down if I see him lying in the coffin.
Finally I choose not to show up. I choose to run away fromt he reality. I told myself he is not dead. He is still living with his life in another place. I know one day, I will still bump in to him in supermarket, cyber cafe, anywhere....
A fake story I've created to make myself feel better. Think I'm dump? Foolish? Naive? I'm just a human.