I was about to rest now since I just got home from work, yet I found myself in front of my house's door and twisting its door knob. I just got a call from an acquaintance, this seems like an important thing that is why I do not have any choice but to meet him outside of the house. I went directly on to the gate and opened it slowly, I smiled immediately when I saw a physique of a man standing in front of the house.
"Hi. Good day, officer, " I greeted him in a formal way. But he did not greet me back, he was just stairing at me without forming any emotions on his face, and that made me confuse. I raised my both brows at him, wanting to grab his attention.
"What brought you here, officer?" I said, questioning him while looking directly at his eyes. I can felt the awkward atmosphere because it seems he doesn't want to talk, he was just standing there in front of me firmly, his both hands were at his back, and wearing his uniform.
That uniform signifies having courage and being brave enough to fight and protect the nation. When you look onto the shoulders of his uniform, you will be able to identify his rank.
I flinched a little when he suddenly moved a little and started to salute on me. Now, he isn't looking at me already. He's looking straight.
"Officer on report. In behalf of the entire armed forces, we would like to extend our utmost sympathy. Yesterday we got a report from the trope that 5 out of 25 of the armies were dead, and 2 out of 25 were injured.... "
"Liutenant Neith Sylvester was one of those 5 deaths. "
The officer put his hands down and handed me the small white envelope. My jaw dropped as I heard that, I stared at the officer's face directly and almost shedding tears. But I resisted it. I do not want to cry in front of him, although I couldn't feel anything but pain in my heart.
As that point of time, I was wishing and hoping that it was not true.
I chuckled forcefully.
"N-no... t-this can't be real... he isn't dead. Tell me this isn't true. " I said, begging him to get back what he has said to me and say that this wasn't real. I gulped and wipes my cheeks, even though I don't want to, my tears wanted to fall already.
"I'm sorry for this news, Calliope... " his voice became hoarseness. I could see his tears starting to form on his eyes already. He's mourning too, right? Neith and him has been a good friends.
"My condolences. " he added. But that words, I couldn't take that. I don't want to take that as long as I haven't seen his body yet. I need to see him. He's not dead, he's fine, he's feeling okay. He's still breathing.
I would accept thr fact that he is injured, but not this. I won't and I can't take this kind of news.
"Neith.... his alive, i know he is. He won't leave me. " I felt a little bit dizzy. I held the door's wall to support my weight, because I felt I became heavier and heavier as each time passes by. Until I couldn't handle it anymore, I fell on the ground.
The pain. It's unbearable.
"He won't leave us. He promised me. "
"Stand up, Calliope. Pull yourself back together, please. If he will be able to see you being like this... he would be mad. And take care yourself even more. Take care of you and him. " Officer kneeled in front of me and held my both arms gently. But, all I did is cried and cried.
I did not get a chance to talk to him and ask him if he was fine because I couldn't ask anymore. I couldn't speak if even though I wanted to, I am bombarded with pains, thorns and agony. How am I be able to wake up in the morning knowing I won't get a call from him saying that he's fine from the mission.
He's a smart guy. He can't die. He really can't. I need him. We need him.
"Shit. What happened, Calliope?" It was Corneille, a friend of mine and my manager at the same time. She rushed onto me, I was seating on the couch, staring at nowhere, pre-occupied and seems like wasn't on my own self. I could hear her, her voice, her questions and such. But I can't answer her.
Corneille tapped my shoulder lightly to catch my attention. She did the right thing though, as soon as my soul came back to my body I immediately looked at her eyes. With my eyes sculpted with agony and unbearable pain.
You know the feeling of wanting to cry to ease and calm myself since my chest felt so heavy, but there's no tears coming out from my eyes. Something's stucked on my throat, I badly want to sob and sob and cried. I felt so miserable.
"Tell me what happened. " Corneille said. I handed to her the white envelope that the officer gave to me earlier. It has been an hour since he went here and extend his sympathy for me, for us.
Corneille read it without hesitating. When she was at the halfway of reading it, I heard her gasped and closed her mouth with her left hand. I gulped. I didn't read the envelope, but Corneille's reaction was visible.
So it was real? He is really gone now?
