"Let's break up Lisa," His voice taunted me.
"Let's break up?! Let's break up! Break up!" I imitated him loud with my anger boiling in me reminiscing that moment he said that. The moment my wonderful 100th days together with him came down like an erupted volcano.
Walking down this empty park facing the river, alcohol bottle in my hand, my face probably looks like shit from all the crying and screaming because I fail at containing myself.
Watch shows 1.00am and here I am looking at the so called lovers river.
"Let's break up Lisa,"
I was chewing the delicious pork chop and stop midway as I process what he just said.
"What?" Questioning just in case I heard it wrong.
"Let's stop this relationship for now,"
"What are you talking? John, we are celebrating our 100th day together. What are you crapping right now?!" I asked putting my utensils down. Something in me is making me shiver.
"Lisa, I'm sorry. I know its sudden but I'm extremely sorry. Right now I need to focus on my career. I need to start focusing on my training. You know the agency is pushing me and all to make me debut right? I have to give my 100% for my debut, its one of my dream Lisa,"
"We talked about this John. We did it before. If there were time to come for you to debut, I'll support you and we will still be together no matter what. You told me you would not let me down no matter what and who you become of. What are you saying now?! Is this the agency? Is this them telling you to break up with me?!"
"Lisa, no. Let's just stop. Let's have a proper meal and part our ways in a nice way, can we?" His eyes was pleading with sincerity but only hatred came through me.
"Part in a nice way?" I snickered and stood up. Too much cliche but I dont think I can give him what he want right now. I took out my wallet and put my share of money on the table. "I know things were changing. I know you were busy with your debut schedule but I wonder how you are gonna be responsible for all the money your company is going to pour after your debut when you cant be responsible for a simple thing like this." and I left.
Sighing deeply, I took another sip from the bottle I was holding.
Strangely I feel like there was a shadow walking pass me. Turning to look who it was, I was taken back when I saw him wobbling towards the bench.
Stranger.
He could be a kidnapper Lisa! Walk away! My brain said.
Trying not to be too obvious but still watching him, it seems he is drunk. Did he break up with someone too? While my brain was bickering, I heard him making weird noise and he stood up. Walking towards me, my brain cell were shouting 'run! run! run!' but I froze.
"Ah- Ah, sir-,"
Before I could muster up my sentence to ask if he was okay or not, he puked just a few centimeters in front of me. Oh my gosh.
"Why did you do that Naeil ah?" He asked. Oh? Is he talking to me or is he just mumbling?
I look around before I walk towards him.
"Excuse me sir, I are you alright? Do you need help?" I patted his back while he was still in a bent position.
"Why Naeil? Am I not good enough already? I have money, I have a house and I- I am famous too, but why?"
He's famous? Now that I realise, I couldnt see his face in the dark. Who is this person? I tried to take a look at him but too much of his face was hidden.
"Sir, is it okay for you to be out like this?" I look around just in case there were someone who followed him or something. No one. What should I do? Leave him? Yes, I should. I tried backing up but somehow I felt guilty.
He seems to be in a worse position than me for being famous. I wonder if he's an actor or singer? Damn why is it so dark and shadowy. Should I call someone from his side? Oh, phone, where is his phone? All the sudden he plopped on me. Oh! Ohmygosh! No, no, I shouldn't be involved with these kind of people!
"Ah, Sir, is there anyone I could call for you? Sir-," He wasn't balancing and his body on me was getting heavier. I tried to move him to the bench but his footing weren't good. Aish!
"Naeil ah, thank you for coming, I know you would," I can feel him smiling.
"Sir, sir," I shook him off and that made him fell off and onto the ground. Omo! "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?" I feel bad pushing him now. Why am I talking to him like he is in his right state of mind.
Look for the phone. I tried to find his phone in a less molesting way and found it in his front pocket. Taking it out, I saw the lock screen pic of a couple and goosebumps took over me.
Oh my God.
He is, he is. I took a good look at the person in front of me now and back at the phone.
