She just got back from Bangkok! Actually, her departure was something I was grateful for. All this time this city, Yogyakarta, cursed her life in an endless cycle of happiness and heartbreak. That night we met, it was good to see her again. We met at a community house that serves as a shelter for lonely people. In a living room decorated with foreign flags, adventure photos and dusty statues. We both sat in a room full of memories.
Just as I sat down, she pulled out something that reminded me she never changed. It's a fresh coat of pink nail polish. She asks for my fingers and I can't resist. She says I'm too male for a queer. I didn't want to argue and let her tell me her story.
She told me that she wasn't okay leaving the city. She was in love, but it was impossible because she had to go to Bangkok. Heartbreak was no stranger to her, but her heart was broken when her partner told her that he had to company her all the way to the Thai embassy so as not to make her a street whore by giving her a little attention and compassion from an honorable man.
So she arrived in Bangkok with a promise to herself that she wanted to be alone. Bangkok was a tough city like Jakarta. She found life hard enough and along came another man with his warm friendship. Like all love stories, it started with warm friendship, then bed and heart.
Not only Yogyakarta, but she was also cursed in Bangkok. The fall this time left him broken again and today she was back in Yogyakarta polishing my pink nails. I asked him why her life was too fast to find love? She hasn't recovered from a broken heart.
Did it also mean she had given up on life and let herself be like a flower infested with beetles, bees and flies. I told her her life story would never change if she continued like this.
I told her she shouldn't give up and fight for the love she meets in the future. Of course, she had to heal herself from the wounds first.
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