A beautiful star-studded night. The air is cool, comfortable, but it still makes my eyes reluctant to closed, when the clock is already showing at eleven-twelve o'clock. Yes, this is the hardest night I've ever had.
I looked around my room, hollow. My wife is not here. I paused for a moment at the end of the bed, then hurried to find a letter I had written the day before, but it was still stuck because I was still not ready. Yes, not ready to lose "him".
The sound of the clock ticks my silence. It's been ten minutes I'm pensive. I pulled the edge of my lips, pouting this feeble cynicism. I have to be ready to let go of the lovers I love.
I opened the bedroom door. I saw relatives who were watching TV, hanging out, some people were playing chess and some were trying to defend against sleepiness in the sofa chair. Understandably, in a few days we will celebrate the big day.
He, the man I was looking for was sitting alone on the edge of the pool behind the house. He saw me. His sweet smile welcomes me. Shit, I can only lie to my feelings by smiling back. "Apparently the sky is so sunny tonight, the bright stars add to its beauty", I said.
I started a conversation as I sat next to him. I put my feet into the pool water, cool, as cold as my heart and feel tonight. "Certain. Likewise with myself ", he replied. She smiled as she lifted her head to the sky. "Wicked!", I thought. Spontaneously he confronts his face in front of me, of course with his sweet smile. Shit, again I have to lie! "What's that?", He asked. "Which one?", I replied evasively. "That, the paper you hold in your right hand", while trying to seize it. Spontaneously keep my hands away from him, of course I'm still not ready. He paused. For a long time we fell silent. I tried to break the ice because of the incident. We are quite sensitive because we know that we will not be together again. Perhaps, we can still see sports. However, in reality he will belong to others.
"Mother had spoken to me earlier," he said, after a few minutes we talked about what we both love, whether it's a food or a hobby. We're back to this sensitive topic. However, we both now try to calm down in response to each argument. "How did your mother respond?" I asked. "He is happy", he replied. "Sure," I replied. "What about you?" He asked. He tried to take me by his question. He frowned for a sign of impatience for my answer. "Sure," I replied diplomatically. He breathed long, while again raising his head to see the sky but this time with a flat face. "Is he not good enough?", He asked again. "Certain. As long as you know, he's a bad guy! ", I replied. He was quite surprised. "Meaning?" He wondered. "Yes because he's a thief," I replied. He understands what I mean. "If he is evil, then father is also evil because he has taken the mother of grandfather", he said. Hell, he's replied to all my words, but I'm glad it's a derivative of me. We both laugh.
A formidable woman approached us. Yes, my wife who always understands me. He knows, now I'm in a difficult position. However, maybe every father will feel that he is the most able, understand and worthy to please every daughter. However, in reality her daughter has more desire and it was found in men other than his father. "It's cold here, do you need warm tea?", Asked my wife to us. I nodded, as did my daughter.
My wife swiftly went to the kitchen to make us some tea. Soon he comes again. Waving the tea is ready. He put it on the table. He pointed inside, a sign he had to come back and leave himself. We both understand, that night my mother, aunt and brother are very busy to take care of all the wedding equipment. Then, we both go to the table because indeed, the night the cooler welcomes our separation seconds.
He poured the tea from the teapot into my glass. This is his last ministry as a child, before he becomes his wife and mother for his children one day. I told the story of the past, about him who had fallen and almost drowned in the pool, about him who liked roses, about the love story of his monkeys during high school and other stories. We laugh with satisfaction. Laugh at how weird our past is.
The clock is almost one o'clock. I know we should have enough rest. Especially for him, the main actress of the show tomorrow morning. My time is up, it's impossible to buy it again. I could not help but be prepared to accept that I had to let her go.
Son, dad must be honest with you. You will now belong to someone else. Father please, you still want to give a little space in your heart to still love your father and mother. Dad will always be by your side if you need a father ", I said. He smiled, I saw his eyes teary, he then hugged me tightly. After that I gave the letter I had saved. I then said goodbye, fearing this tear drips and the lie of "my hardening" is revealed. I went away. He called me, spontaneously I turned. He said "Thank you, father". I just replied to him with my best smile.