Minggu, 23 Januari 2011

Hey, K! You’ve Got Mail!

If God is the DJ, then life is the dance floor; love is the rhythm, and you are the music.
- Unknown


Hello K,

First of all, it’s over midnight here in Jakarta. So practically today is the 23rd of January. So, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday in advance, I mean, since it’s still Saturday night there in England. Or, in Spain. Or, in wherever in Europe.

I think you must be very happy if you knew that there’s an unsent letter that I write for you. Finally. A letter for you. From me. After all those threatening blackmails you sent me and my close friends, and you got lotsa zero replies from us.

So, be happy. Consider this letter as a birthday gift from your ex-wife.

Mister DJ,

I’m not sure if I had anything to apologize to you. Yes, it was me who left our marriage, but it was you that made me. I’d still be with you today if you didn’t threaten my safety and my life, and didn’t flip a bird to my Dad. That’s way beyond rude. I was so furious at that time, and even now whenever I remember that, but I was too scared to show my anger. I was responsible for my own safety and also my Dad’s.

Anyways, thank you for fulfilling one of my childhood dream as a little girl. I wanted to have an outdoor wedding party that was only attended by my close friends. You made my dream came true. But I forgot that there must be love when two people got married, not just a wedding party with a beautiful wedding cake of my choice. My bad. I am sorry. Don’t be too sad. I did get my punishment for lying to you about my heart since the day -30 before our wedding day until it was annulled about a month later.

I am honestly not curious how and where you are now, but I hope you have found someone new that can take all your frailties better than I did. I hope someday you have stopped threatening, abusing people and put their life in danger, like what you did to me and my Dad.

There’s a secret that I haven’t told you. Few months before we got married, our friends Wendy had warned me that you once told her that few years ago you were locked in a mental institution. Wendy was worried for me, but I ignored her advice and carried on with our wedding plan. I should listen to her, so you wouldn’t waste your money for flying thousands of miles away just to marry me, and for the wedding party. Well, you did ask me to pay you back for all the costs you spent for our wedding, which I understood because you are stingy and you are insane.

K,

On the day you left my place, I knew that you had sensed that I’d “resign” as your wife. And even though I was quite surprised that you took our wedding rings with you back to England, I was relieved. Franky speaking, the day you left Jakarta was one of the happiest days in my life. It wasn’t our wedding. I even celebrated it on the eve of your, I mean my, “forever goodbye” with my friends at Coldstone - fX. And they all said that they had never seen me that happy before…

Sad, eh? Yes, it is.

I am now somehow happy that seems like you have moved on. I hope you’d finally marry that Spanish blogger, even though I am still not sure if she were real or she’s just your imaginary admirer. You are a liar by nature that’s very imaginative and very intelligent. I salute you for that.

Anyways, happy birthday, my ex-husband K. I pray that God will bless your life, even though you don’t even believe in Him. And I hope you’re not mad at Him that I am still alive until today.

K,

Get some help. You haven’t been really covered from your mental sickness. And keep taking wonderful pictures of sunrise and sunset like you always did. I sincerely love those photographs you took… And keep spinning, Mr. DJ! Follow your dream. Be one of the world’s best DJs!

And if someday you’d back to Bali, do not remember us anymore there. There’s no more us. Feel free to get friendly with that massage girl that used to flirt with you in an alley of Kuta. No, I wasn’t jealous. I was disgusted :D

The only mistake I made was lying to you that I loved you. I wasn’t in love with you when we got married. I only fell for you at the beginning of our relationship, and the love was gone as soon as you started being a monster. So please forgive me for that. It’s not that I didn’t try to love you, but it’s so hard to love someone who is so abusive mentally and physically.

I do believe you love me, but in your own ways which are really sick. I should feel flattered though, that there’s man who was willing to migrate to my country because of me, that’s so possesive and so jealous. You’re too obsessed by me, and it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t make you fall for me.

K,

When you blow out your candles today, I wanna make a wish together with you. That someday you’ll believe that there’s God.

Wishing you well,
C.

PS. The quote in the beginning of this letter has nothing to do with you. I put it there just because I like it. You are not the music. Not to my ears, anyways.


---Oleh:


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