Hey guys... we meet again!
First of all, I want to thank theultimateknight mk 2, buddersolus, and fresiakyaut for the favs and or/follows.
Then, I want to apologize for the delay. I was quite busy taking care of school activities for a few days. A cultural festival held two days at my school... Sunday and Monday. Well, like the performances of the bands, traditional culinary, musical art and painting, and so on.
The first day was over and I had finished my duty as a personnel of my class's band. On the second day, I won't be so busy as the first day. So... here it is... happy reading.
"Thank you for waiting." a waiter said politely to both of us... Jewel and me. She brought a cup of coffee and a big glass full of chocolate ice cream, or... maybe a coffee ice cream? Well, I can't tell the difference.
"Thanks..." replied Jewel.
"Please enjoy..." the waiter continued after placing our order at the table. With a friendly smile, she stepped away from us to serve other customers.
I immediately sipped my coffee, although it's still hot, but that's why I ordered coffee to warm me up. But I think the girl in front of me doesn't think so...
"Is this chocolate coffee ice much talked about? Yet the size is super big!" Jewel amazed,"Ah... I better take the picture first." she pulled out her smartphone, with enthusiasm she took a picture of her ice cream with cheerful face.
"Are you okay to eat that much ice cream by yourself? You know, the temperatures are pretty cold today. " I said, looking at her still busy taking pictures.
"No problem..." she replied, putting her smartphone in her pocket, then looked at me,"Because it's the end of winter, isn't it?" she smiled.
"Ah... right..." I mumble.
Then she picked up a spoonful of ice cream in front of her, and put it in her beak... no, rather she just licked the ice cream on the spoon.
"It's..." she paused for a moment, "It's... so good!" she exclaimed delightedly. Well, the first bite... no, that was the first lick. Ice cream at the end of winter, making her happy.
"You look still childish." I thought, staring at her with a smile, "There is a talented young writer sitting before me... but now, she just looks like an ordinary teen girl."
"What is it? You look at me with smirked?" Jewel startled me with her sudden words.
"Ah.. no... I..." I replied awkwardly.
"Oh I know... you want this ice cream too... don't you?" Jewel looked confident with her guess, "But dear... your feathers are very sensitive to cold temperatures..." she teased me, and now... she smirked to me.
"No! My feathers are not that sensitive! After all, who's going to ask for your 'fancy' ice cream!" I felt annoyed, then when I was about to drink my coffee, she startled me again...
"Hey, Blu..."
"What?!" I cried, still a little annoyed.
"Look..." she pointed to the corner of the room with a bookshelf. A clean bookcase, no dust at all, "There are so many collections of books... even yours."
"...?!"
"Looks like the owner of this cafe is your fan, isn't it Hyacinthum?" Jewel looked at me with a grin. Not only that, because of her words, she made noise in this cafe.
The customers started talking about me...
"Hyacinthum... she say?"
"That young man is Hyacinthum? The young writer?"
"That's right... it's just that he's looking more mature now."
"I haven't heard of him for three years, but now he's here."
I slowly looked at Jewel with an annoyed face...
"You're welcome..." but she just said that with a grin.
I lost my words, could only sigh...
Then, came a little boy who came to me with a book on his wing... 'First Book' just like the title, the book is my first book I wrote when I was only nine years old.
"Good evening, Mister Hyacinthum..." he said very politely, "May I ask for your signature?" the boy held out the book and a pen.
"Signature? I'm sorry, but... " I said, but Jewel suddenly kicked my talons.
"If you disappoint that cute little kid, I'm gonna kill you...!" she looked at me and whispered her curse at me. Well, that was really creepy...
"Al-Alright..." I replied, looking at the boy who was beginning to look happy. But... my wings aren't.
My trembling wings grabbed the pen, trying to grasp it after all this time. I managed to grip it with these fingers. This is strange... my heart... my heart beats very fast.
"Come on... just one signature. You can do this, Blu!" I thought, trying to give a suggestion to myself.
My first scratch on the white sheet... my first brush stroke on white canvas...
My wings have stopped shaking...
"Mister Hyacinthum..."
But...
"Blu... are you okay?" Jewel looked at me with concern.
Suddenly these fingers, maybe even my wings become stiff... I really lose the power of the body that is very important for a writer.
I dropped the pen, and also the book... no, I have thrown away my first book.
I really do not deserve to be a writer...
"I'm sorry..."
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A few minutes later...
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"Haaah... That was delicious...!"
I heard Jewel, who just came out of the cafe.
"Hmm... Blu? Where's he going?"
She started to get confused, peeking around looking for me, while I was behind her, and staring at her under the shadow of a tree in the late afternoon. Sitting under a tree with these blooming flowers, I could only look down at the ground.
"Ah... that's him."
She already knows where I am. She runs towards me, waving... her smile shining under the orange skies. I looked at her, heading toward me...
"Haaaah..." she exhausted, "I thought you were home first, it turns out you were sitting alone under this tree... oh my goodness. Aren't you coming home with me?"
"Yeah..." I replied briefly.
She fell silent, took a deep breath and suddenly screamed right in front of my face, "What the hell is that...!"
It shocked me, and reflectively I jumped backward...
Half lying on the ground, I shouted, "What was that?! You almost made me have a heart attack, you know!"
She then pointed her finger at my face, "Why? Why didn't you give your signature to that kid? Why did you drop the pen, even your book...? Why?"
I was silent for a moment. The more my head bowed, I hid my face between my talons, then I replied slowly, "I can't... I can't write anymore." I looked up, and smiled while looking at her. She seemed a little surprised by my answer. There was no response from her, maybe she was listening to me, "See? My story is so boring, isn't it? "
Despite this suffering, this pain... I always try to smile...
But then again, she shouted at me, "You're wrong! Though it's true rumors about your wings, but still... you're wrong! If you can not write with your wings... use your talons!
"That's impossible...!" I argued her.
"If you can not write with your talons... use your beak!" she continued her words.
"Really...?!" I denied again.
"Whether you're sad, you're a mess, or you've hit rock bottom, you still have to write!" she exclaimed, and then she turned toward the sunset, "That's how people like us survive. Through books, we will never be forgotten!"
I lost my words... stunned to hear her words.
"Right?" she turned, looking at me with her shining smile.
"I never thought someone like you could say such words." I complimented her.
Then...
"What do you mean 'someone like you'? I was cheering you up, you know!" she grumbled, kicking me over and over again.
"Sorry... I'm sorry." I begged forgiveness.
She sighed, then went on to say, "Well, that's not my words after all."
"Huh?"
"That's your words, Blu..." she continued, smiling at me, "The words of your character in your first book..."
"I see?" I mumble.
"..." she murmured, not very clear, but I knew if she said something.
"Hmm... did you say something?" I asked.
"No... it's nothing." she replied, rather nervously.
"Oh yes... talking about the first book..." she opened her bag, and pulled out a book,"Actually, my book hasn't been fully publicized yet. I just reproduce a copy of my scripts so people can read it. But to publish it, I need a reviewer from other writers to let the publisher know whether the book is worthy or not to publish. Or in other words... I need a mentor."
"Wait... so, do you want me to review your book?" I asked with wide-eyed eyes.
"Yes..." she smiled.
"No!" I firmly refused.
"Eh? Why?" she looked surprised, she looked at me wide-eyed as well.
"That's because... I can't," I replied slowly, "I told you, I have not been able to write since three years ago."
she's still looking at me, with her beak closed, but her eyes seemed to start tearing up.
"I'm sorry..." I continued, "But you deserve another writer who is better than me..."
She suddenly bowed and begged me as she handed me her book, "To me this opportunity is so precious... the opportunity to bring my book into the world. Therefore, Tyler Blu Gunderson... please... help me when I don't know what else to do."
There was a girl who was crying in front of me... tears in her eyes, wetting the grass and the soil. Situations like this are very awkward, I don't know what to do. Actually I feel sorry for her, like 'why are you crying?' But, I'd rather not ask what that tear means... on the other hand, I can't write anymore...
"Very well..." with a hesitant feeling, I slowly stepped closer to her, "I'm going to write a review of your book..."
She lifted her wet face with tears, her face still distrusted, she just looked at me.
"But, I can't be sure if my writing art will look good..." I continued with a smile.
"Yes... that's more than enough." she finally smiled back, rubbing her tiny cheek, "Then... please give me a review too for my second book..."
Chapter 5 : Orange Skies
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Alright guys... thank you for taking the time to read this chapter, I hope you guys enjoy it.
I will see you again very very soon...
