The cellphone, which he had ignored for 2 hours ago, suddenly vibrated, indicating that there was an incoming message. Glancing briefly, Diaz's brow furrowed seeing the name on his cell phone screen. Familiar indeed, but the name had not shown existence in his life for a long time. It was long enough for Diaz himself to be surprised that the person still remembered him. Times have changed, it's easy to make friends with a social media account, and anyone can get in touch with people from their past, maybe... this is one of the things that happened to Diaz. And the man was quite surprised because this woman suddenly contacted him. Even though as he recalled, even when they were still in touch in the same school environment, it could be said that they weren't close enough to exchange news these days. Then why?
Dismissing all preconceived notions that went too far, Diaz reached for his cell phone and opened the notification listed to read the contents of the short message.
From : Claire
Diaz
Only the call was listed, and no other messages even though Diaz waited a few seconds to see if there would be any additional sentences he might receive besides the one letter of the call. His attention which was originally only glancing is now fully diverted to his cellphone, grabs the cellphone in his hand, and leaves the file he is studying completely behind.
The 29-year-old man tapped the surface of his desk with his free fingers. Considering what kind of answer he should give his old friend.
From : Diaz
Hey
Surprise
It's been a long time since we haven't contacted
Where do you contact me from?
It didn't take long, the answer Diaz received was even faster than the reply the man gave earlier.
From : Claire
On the group line, there is a high school group
I see the contact there
Diaz subconsciously scratched the back of his head which didn't itch. Thinking for a moment to agree with Claire's truthful words—no, Diaz's small talk was too stupid.
From : Diaz
Oh yeah, haha
By the way, what's going on?
Want to give an invitation?
Well, that's usually the case, right? Old friends call whether it's just to break the happy news or give a wedding invitation and such.
From : Claire
No
I want to ask something
You have to answer correctly
And don't tell anyone
Talk to people about this, you die
Diaz's position, which was originally leaning on his work chair, has now turned upright. His gaze shifted to the work cubicles, some of which were still filled by his coworkers. Actually, work hours had ended about thirty minutes ago, but because there were some things Diaz had to take care of so he stayed there to finish them.
All right, back to Claire, why is this woman sending him such a scary message? Is he now in the profession of a psychic who can know his movements? To make sure if Diaz told anything related to their conversation now then Claire would make sure Diaz died.
From : Diaz
Wait, wait...
How scary?
From : Claire
Just answer
Do you have a girlfriend?
Diaz's brow furrowed. He was increasingly unable to guess where this conversation was going. Even so, Diaz still answered his middle school friend's question, for some reason. He had completely forgotten about the work he was examining earlier.
From : Diaz
I don't have
Why?
From : Claire
What kind of woman do you like? What kind of woman do you want? Are there any certain criteria?
From : Diaz
I really don't understand, Claire...
What is it?
The next answer was not as fast as he got before. It took more than 5 minutes for Diaz's phone to ring again. Even though the man had put down his cell phone and intended to get up from his chair to make coffee so he wouldn't fall asleep. The glass that was originally perched on the table was already in his hand when the vibration disturbed him and a pop-up message appeared on his cellphone screen.
From : Claire
Marry me
DUG!
"Ouch!" Diaz bent down, clutching her leg which had just hit the glass that had fallen from his grip. Unfortunately at that time, Diaz was not wearing shoes, but office sandals which he usually wears when he is tired of loafers. And the impact of the thick ceramic mug hurt him a lot.
"What’s wrong?"
Edwin, one of his co-workers looked into Diaz's cubicle and winced to find the man grimacing while holding his leg. Diaz only responded by shaking his head and waving one hand. Signaling that his office mates don't have to pay attention to him. Receiving that response Edwin shrugged, returning his attention to his computer screen.
Diaz sat back in his chair still with a small sob that came out, the man tried to neutralize the pain first before re-engaging the conversation through the short message with Claire. Taking a deep breath, Diaz reached for his phone again, opening the message from Claire.
This woman, what was she thinking?
From : Diaz
What do you mean?
From : Claire
Marry me
Do you want it or not?
A disbelieving laugh escaped Diaz's mouth which again caught Edwin's attention, who was distracted from his study. The man looked back and made sure his coworker was okay. "Are you okay? A while ago you were wincing in pain. Now you're grinning, even laughing weirdly."
Diaz chuckled, asking Edwin to ignore him again. Edwin shook his head in surprise, deciding not to interfere after his offer of concern was flatly rejected.
From : Diaz
Are you kidding?
Is this a prank?
From : Claire
No, I'm serious
From : Diaz
Claire, what are you doing?
You just contacted me, and then suddenly asked this
From : Claire
Just answer
If you don't, then I'll assume you're refusing
A rough gasp came out along with the message he received. For some reason, Diaz got carried away by responding to Claire's intentions that were still floating in his head. Diaz really couldn't guess what was going through the head of the woman he used to know who wasn't this sarcastic.
From : Diaz
I won't refuse
From : Claire
Ok, you mean to accept?
Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly, who knows how many times he's done it in the last five minutes? Suppose Diaz is controlling his emotions for someone who suddenly contacts him and makes him have to explain at length things that he doesn't understand why he should be involved in it.
Hey, this is their first chat after so many years of not being involved in any form of communication and even a relationship that can be considered special has never stopped at all. Even now, when he was still a classmate, as far as he recalled, Claire avoided him more than being said to be "close".
From : Diaz
It's not like that
Marriage is not a matter of whether you want it or not
It's not something this easy to say
From: Claire
If it can be easy, why make it difficult?
From : Diaz
Claire
It's a matter of commitment
And I've failed with this commitment before
A minute passed Diaz did not get the reply he had been waiting for. Five minutes passed and the reply never came. Until Diaz assumed that Claire might just be bored with her current life somehow. And getting an answer like that from Diaz made her so self-conscious that she didn't intend to reply to anything else. Diaz decided to think with that assumption, without knowing that the unexpected was waiting for him right in front of his eyes.
English is not my first language, if there are mistakes please understand. Thank you :)
It had been a week since Diaz had gotten a sudden message from Claire. There was also no news about the woman for a week. Their conversation ended exactly that very second. The first day after the impromptu proposal Diaz was still wondering, the second day he began to wonder why Claire didn't contact him anymore or just to explain why she suddenly sent messages like that. On the third day, there was still a little thing that stuck in Diaz's heart to just forget it. Until the fourth day without news and Diaz was reluctant to contact and ask first, but the man finally decided to forget it. Likewise the fifth and sixth days. The office was still quiet when Diaz arrived and started his work early until slowly the atmosphere changed with the arrival of one co-worker after another. They greeted Diaz with serious pleasantries behind the cubicle. One or two people offered him coffee as an encouragement to start the day's work, but Diaz politely declined, saying he would get his coffee later.
His footsteps echoed in his ears. Walking down the corridor, which was still busy that afternoon, filled with patients, doctors, nurses, janitors, and relatives who visited with their respective activities. The surroundings are crowded, but his brain is not like that. The man couldn't digest the situation, he didn't even have time to speculate why he was the one who was contacted to visit this place. Everything felt empty, only his body moved according to instincts that came from nowhere.That moment was exactly the 23 minutes since Diaz received a call from the hospital where he is now. That second, right where he was standing in front of the ward of someone who had brought him here, staring blankly as he finally stopped and came face to face with the ward of someone he was supposed to meet soon. But as soon as he saw a familiar name written on the information board attached to the door to the infirmary, Diaz's hasty steps stopped, Diaz, froze for a few seconds that passed until some
If only Elise wasn't there, Diaz somehow calmed her pounding heart when she heard those words. Diaz's disbelieving look after receiving Elise's sad expression was returned by the woman bitterly which means "please understand". It was as if this sentence wasn't the first time Elise had heard it. Even with all the responses he received, Diaz still didn't understand how such a sentence could come out of their mouths. Even though it was clear that their nephew was not in good condition, how could they utter such horrible words? Diaz had been missing from Claire's life for more than ten years and didn't know what happened to his middle school friend. But even for ordinary people, hearing such a curse would not make them understand, what happened and what bad things made Claire worthy of such a curse. Elise gestured to Diaz who was still stunned in his place, asking the man to follow her to stay away from those who were still discussing things not much different there. The woman in an offi
Finally, for the first time, Diaz could see Claire up close. Observing the sleeping face of his junior high school friend whom he had not met for ten years. Not much had changed, the woman's facial features only looked more mature than the last time they met, but what he saw was still the Claire he knew, though when Claire opened her eyes, he don't know if the impression was still the same or not.But that's not the case, the existence of Claire's uncle and aunt who are now sitting opposite Diaz is the main axis now. The atmosphere around him clearly couldn't be said to be friendly, especially after what happened before the three of them ended up gathering in that infirmary.Diaz was still trying to avoid the question that seemed ready to be pointed at him in plain sight by busy observing Claire beside her bed. Before that baritone voice, he heard and couldn't help but draw his attention away from just focusing on Claire."So your name is—Diaz?"Clumsy. Or somehow, Diaz was confused a
"Are you awake?" were the first words that came out of Diaz's mouth as soon as he saw Claire blinking slowly, opening her eyes and trying to adjust the light entering her retinas.He moved the chair that he was sitting on to get closer to the bed Claire was in. Diaz didn't feel the need to overreact, seeing as Claire seemed to be fine in her consciousness, even if something felt Claire and made her body uncomfortable, Diaz would of course rush to call the doctor or nurse on duty."I'm okay," Claire muttered hoarsely, trying to energize every little movement she made. Her body was unbelievably limp, her throat was dry and her eyelids felt heavy until all the movements she was trying to make seemed to slow down. The presence of someone she hadn't seen in a long time didn't necessarily surprise Claire, even though she had just woken up from her subconscious, Claire's brain was used to quickly digesting the situation after what she had experienced before lying in this bed. And Claire coul
The place was quiet, only a few people were sitting in one or two chairs scattered in every corner of the room. Diaz was there, one of them, with a cup of coffee he had just bought five minutes ago at one of the drink counters. Diaz spends his afternoons in the hospital canteen with his cell phone to his ear. "Sorry, Ed, I left suddenly. But earlier I called HR for a half-day permit." "I heard from Sonia earlier, that your family has been admitted to the hospital. How are things?" Unbeknownst to Edwin—the person who is currently on the phone with him—Diaz grimaced at the statement as well as the question. The reason is that he did use the excuse of "relatives being hospitalized" to apply for permission to the HRD office, but hearing it from Edwin made him feel like someone who was being caught lying. That excuse sounded stupid now, even though Diaz wasn't lying about himself having to rush to the hospital, but describing Claire as an important family or relative was ridiculous. Jus
Elise closes the door slowly. She even held her breath to make sure that her movements didn't make any disturbing noises. Her lips pressed tightly together, holding her back against the door for a few seconds before deciding to leave without looking back. In her heart with a regretful look on her face, Elise mumbled the word sorry many times. Sorry to the two people who are now isolating themselves and decided to have a one-on-one conversation."Sorry, Mr. Diaz, for making you confused today. And sorry, Ms. Claire, for involving people without Ms. Claire's knowledge and permission..." Elise's lips mumbled as she recited the sentence along with her steps away from the now forbidden room, for her.***Inside, the two high school acquaintances exchanged glances. Neither one relented, nor felt intimidated even though the gazes they gave each other were too sharp for two people who were in an unplanned reunion. For some women who receive Diaz's gaze at this time, perhaps that kind of look
One of his hands touched the surface of the mattress, forcing a movement that was still relatively weak because his body consciousness was functioning less than fifty percent. Almost a minute without finding the object he was looking for by fingering, Diaz finally forced his eyes to open slightly, peeking through the sleepiness that was still attacking. The increasingly deafening sound of the alarm made Diaz move faster to find his cell phone, almost falling off the bed when he reached for the cell phone which turned out to be on the side of the nightstand. He pressed the button to deactivate the alarm, exhaling tiredly just from trying to find the phone in the early hours of the morning.Diaz glanced at the clock on the wall which just showed 6 am. There was still plenty of time for him to get ready for the office, and although he could have chosen to sleep again to fulfill his sleepy desire, Diaz still tried to keep his eyes awake. Rising from the sleeping position, the man pondered