Wednesday, June 15, 2016

It's just a glass...

Screwdriver (Photo source: Google.com)

"It's just a glass." Tini took few ice cubes from her freezer and dropped it into a tall glass. She opened one of the drawers where she put her spare vodka collections, poured a half glass full (made it almost two pegs), opened the fridge taking out an opened bottle of orange juice, and filled the glass full. Finally she took a transparent straw out, and voila! A glass of so called Screwdriver or Vodka orange was ready to go!!!

She brought the glass into her room and put it on top of her light table beside her bed. She opened the book, read it quietly, and sipped the drink occasionally and finished it in less than 15 minutes.

"Hmmm... another glass. Last one! This time, I swear it would be the last... for tonight."

She put her opened book upside down on her bed, went to the kitchen, and repeated the whole same process thing once again, except that she used the same straw as the first one she took.

Happiness is drinking a cocktail in my pyjamas (Picture source: Google.com)

She was back sitting on her bed. The music was heard softly from the stereo set inside her bedroom. The chill air blown from her air conditioner wasn't affecting her as she felt warm from the inside. She even removed the blanket to the other side of the bed.

She took the book up and continued reading.  Occasionally she would sip the drink, but this time was slower. Half an hour later, she felt heavy on her head. But funnily, she enjoyed it. The feeling she had was unexplainable. At times she was smiling herself. Her mind started to think out from the book's content. She was remembering the good times she had with her ex-boyfriend.

After sometime, her expression changed. She started to cry. This time, she remembered when her ex-boyfriend started ignoring her call and messages, saying that he was busy preparing for his important exam as he wanted to apply for a Master degree scholarship abroad, which later on, she found out from her friends that he was actually starting a new relationship with his childhood friend.

Happiness is drinking cocktails (Picture source: Google.com)

And this drinking habit, repeated almost everyday, since the break-up day. Alone in her room, she closed both her book and herself with blanket. The music was still played and the bedside lamp was still turned on.

"I'm giving you up
I've forgiven it all
You set me free-ee

Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more..."


Another night passed by and she just let the darkness swallowed upon her, let her forget all her temporary pain in her heart, until the new day restarted again. Would it turn into a better day??? Only she knew the best what the answer would be...

2 comments:

Tashi Chenzom said...

A simple yet a realistic and beautiful narration which made me ready for the day today.
Nice day ahead!

Rima Reyka said...

Thank you Tashi :) Have a nice day to you too!!! ^^

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