For
all the single ladies in this world, let me hear your voice that you agree with
me about this case!
My
name is Rebecca, and I’m 21 years old. Everyone around me always asking me
about ‘Who is the guy can make me His someone Special?’. Ha-ha! What a
ridiculous question! But, they think that, that is a normal question about
boyfriend because I’m a girl and I’m pretty enough.
I’m
a student in a university for Indonesian Language Department. I want to be a
teacher, an Indonesian Language teacher, and its sounds great! And now, this is
my last year and then, I will be graduate. I use eye glasses but my eyes real colours is
Grey! my father from France and my mother is Real Indonesia but I love
Indonesia very much! The sky, the sea, beaches, sunshine, mountain, lakes,
trees, people, cultures, customs, and for your information, my mother come from
Jakarta, and it makes me love Jakarta so much although we all knew that it has
many problem. I can speak Indonesia very well, French, and English. My tall is
about 167 cm and my weight is about 50 kg. I have short hair in my shoulder,
and it’s black. I have pointed nose. And I’m single about 20 years since I was
born but it’s not a big problem. Single make me can do everything I want.
Actually,
I won’t be a liar. There was a guy who wants to be my boyfriend when I’m in 2nd
semester. His name is William, come from Bali mixed with Italian blood. He came to me bring his empty hand with a
serious ridiculous face and kidnapped me to have some ice cream together. Not
too bad. And when we were having our ice cream, suddenly he held my hand.
“Rebecca, I know this
is stupid but just listen to me please before you start to throw up!”
“If you know that this
is stupid, then why you keep going this, tu
es fou ?!” said me, sweet.
“I.. I want to be your
boyfriend, Rebecca. Would you like to accept me?” asked him.
You know, suddenly I
was speechless. I thought, this is a stupid moment ever. I looked his face. Oh
My God! He is such a good guy.
“William, I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to hurt
you, but I can’t. I’m not allowed to have boyfriend for now. This is from my
dad. You know, maybe you think that we can have a ‘Backstreet Relationship’..”
for you information. He looked like a child will have a big chocolate when I
said the last sentence above.
“… but it’s such a lie.
And lie to our parents is a worst sin ever! I don’t want to be a worst daughter
ever for them.” After I finished my answer, he just looked at me and say ‘thank
you. No problem’ and then go somewhere I didn’t know. I just finished my ice
cream because it’s delicious and free then after that I went home.
********** ********** **********
Today
is my graduation day in my university. I’m so glad because my family here with
me. They are so proud of me like the first time I said that I will be an
Indonesian Language teacher in Australia. I’m happy because they always by my
side. Make me strong, give me love, money, home, and many others. And now, they
hug me and pray for me that what I wish will be good as I wished. And tomorrow,
will be a call from Australia, place where I will teach and that will be an
important result in my life.
********** ********** **********
Today counted 2 years later since the interview and I
accepted In a High School there. Remember the title? Yeah.. I ever said that
single is so much fun. We have our own world. Can do everything without asking
permission for anybody we have no relationship – except our parents. But, it
works when we still live with our family. Now, I feel like I need someone to
protect me, to pay attention to me. So, I ask a permission to take some holiday
from place where I’m working to have some rest in Jakarta or, maybe find some
guy who wants to be my boyfriend. Haha!
Don’t you doubt about me! I’m pretty! I’m beautiful!
Beautiful from France or beautiful from Indonesia, I don’t care! But I care
when everybody who ever saw me always said that I’m beautiful. So I have a
chance, a little chance even just 25%, it still called chance. Chance to have a
boyfriend.
“Welcome, beloved
Indonesia! Welcome beloved Jakarta!” said me when I arrived in Soekarno-Hatta
Airport, now.
Many
things around in my mind, about my family, what will happen with my holiday
this time, include how to have a boyfriend. Haha!
“Ouch!” wait! I just
arrived and somebody crushing me?! Oh my God! Look at me now! He hurt my foot
with his ugly big bag!
“oh! Sorry! I’m really
sorry! I can’t see you. I’m in a hurry.” said Him.
“what?! You say what?!
You can’t see me?! What the hell is going on? You, what am I? A plankton? So
small so you can’t see me? Look! I am Human! And I’m big! So it is impossible
if you could not see me, crapule !”
I’m angry and it’s hurt so I said that with a loud voice and make everyone
looking at me now.
“Rebecca ? what
happened?” asked a guy and suddenly come closer to me.
“ William? Is that
you?” asked me. Surprised and can’t believe.
“yeah, that’s me.”
“ don’t worry! No
problem! I’ll take this from now. Just go!” said William makes the guy who
crushing me go away with thousands apologize
from his mouth.
“ what are you doing
here?” asked William.
“ I from Sydney. Teach
there. Want to take some holiday here. What about you? You look so amazing!”
serious! He is amazing.
“ I from Bali. Work in
family company. And I’m just want to do same thing like you here.” Said
William.
William, actually he is
handsome and smart. So many girls in my university wanted to be his girlfriend.
And I’m sure that you will say that I’m a fool when I denied him in the first
time he tries.
“ so, will we meet
again?” asked William.
“ yeah.. sure.. We are
in the same town, right?!”
“ so, this is my
ID-Card. Just call me if you agree to have some dinner with me while you stay
in Jakarta.” Said him and go.
I can’t believe that I smile when
hear the invitation. Sure I will accept that. Not just because I want to say
thank you for accompany me today, but more than that. I’ve told you, single is
an option. But, It’s depending on you,
want to keep it or not. Then why I want to have a boyfriend? Single is Awesome!
But, I’m tired to being awesome.
by : Prisca Magdalena
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