Chapter 4
It's half an hour past sunset. Me, and a little girl, are sitting in my desk, she over my table and I on my chair as usual.
Another person is in the house, who is now sleeping deeply lying on my sofa.
I was wrong.
I thought meetings happen only for a single day. But on the next day this little girl found me in the handicraft market, and asked for her story. I was embarrassed.
-You didn't write? she asked.
-Well.. am .. writing, not finished.
I lied. But she didn't give up so easy. I should have annoyed, but for some strange reason everytime I look at her she seems so well known to me..
"Where do you live?" She asked in the market. We found we stay really close- the hotel she lives and my home.
It was then she introduced me with her uncle. A weird guy. All he wants is a sound sleep. A offbeat holiday place like this has no nightlife entertainment for children, so everyday after sunset she's coming to me to see the progress of her 'story' with that uncle.
He comes, and sleeps. The hotel at night is so 'noisy' due to traditional dance programme every evening for the visitors.
She listens to the story, and makes correction.
Little did she know, how true it is..
She ends up the last line.
"So, the male protagonist cries in the temple, and then suddenly his lover appears there? And they got together in the stormy night?"
I nodded, looking at her. Yes, the 'male' cried, but nobody appeared in actual. Hell, we can get together in a story atleast, no harm, huh?
"That doesn't seem right. In a secluded temple, in the midnight, from where the girl appeared? Romantic, but not realistic."
"So what do you propose?" I asked her.
"I need to think.." she said, with clinched eyebrows, "There must be a rainy night, that's true. And the hero heroine.. K and M.. would hug each other.. hey! What about the names? It's not going to stay K and M !"
"Put any name you like, it's your story!" I tried to smile, but having a different thought: Nothing is realistic. There comes no rainy night with sudden hug in real life.
"I am taking this.. will read tonight some more times, and would try to come up a way.. you think it, too !"
"Sure.." I said, as she went waking up her uncle.
I felt the pain again in throat, took some antibiotic. Doctor gave some weird tests, too..
THANG! THANG! THANG!
The sound woke me up. Took the phone up, 4:35 A.M. Who can it be, this morning?
Again slams on door, harder.
"Coming!" I yawned, and jumped off the bed.
It took me a bit time to identify the lady standing there, with frantic look on her eyes, hairs all messed up.
"Saionji. Kanata." she put some papers out, "What. is. that?"
I know those papers.
It's my story.
And..
She came forward, and dragged my shirt.
Miyu!
I can't miss it. It's.. her fragrance, from the body.
"IS IT TRUE? IS IT?"
Everything, I got clear now. That's that Rumi! The story ! She read it ! And obviously, linked it with things she know! Her uncle must've said my name- Saionji!
I'm trapped. Completely.
"Miyu.. I.."
"IS IT TRUE?"
"yes.."
SLAP.
She slapped hard on my face, then randomly started beating me hard, until she exhausted.
"You..you..WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURSELF, JERK? GOD?"
Then she started crying.
And, after so long years, I touched her again, and spoke for the first time, whispering, "What could I do?"
"TELLING US! TELLING ME! WHAT DID YOU THINK, I WOULD FLEE AWAY? IS OUR LOVE SO BRITTLE?"
And I hugged her, started kissing her randomly every inch of her body. I don't have any logic, I don't know what would happen next, I don't care anybody's reaction, but this moment is just mine.
We started digging further into the moment, in the bed..
Rain came into my life, after so many days. Who cares conscience, who cares society?
We ended ourselves exploring for first time, exhausted.
"I want to stay with you.." she whispered, "..forever.."
I didn't know what to say. Suddenly my mobile rang. I jumped up.
A little conversation.
She was looking at me.
I looked into her emerald eyes one last time, and ordered, "Go away!"
"What?" she looked confused.
"You have your family, Miyu. You have your Rumi. Can you leave them now? No."
"But I love you!"
"Just go away!" I hissed, "and never come back. Please, mercy me!"
"What happened, Kanata?" she still asked.
I threw her her dresses. "Please, Miyu" I pleaded..
"Mom! Are you there?"
"Miyu?"
It's Rumi! Who is the other? Mizuki? My heartbeat stopped.
Nope. It's her uncle.
"What are you doing here?"
"No-nothing.."
"You told her about me?"
"Yes.." Rumi said. and looked at me, "I found the ending! the stormy night, that is!"
"Good!" I said, and handed the manuscript back to her.
"Mom, you brought it here?"
"I was passing by, and thought of a visit.." she said in a trembling voice.
"Bye Mi- Mrs. Yamamura!"
"I'll come back."
"Don't." I whispered back, "Today evening you'd be leaving, I know."
"As I said, I'd come back. May be two month, or three. But I would."
I smiled.
I already know my story ending.
It's not that much romantic.
Remember the phone call few minutes ago?
My cancer relapsed. In throat.
Circle completed, just shorter.
END
