This afternoon I visited a donut shop with my two favourite man—whom I can spend a lot of time with. Like usual we spend time by making up a conversation while occasionally stares at our phones. We bought a few pieces of donuts with mineral water and two glasses of Thai Tea before we take a seat on one of the empty seats in that room. That afternoon was a usual afternoon. The weather looks bright. Television that is set on our left side played a reality show by one of local TV station, and we had time to laugh at the 'absurdity' of the show. Yeah, there are still programs that is served by media with the aim of entertaining people, with content which consists of general romance problems that occurs in the real world—which is not far from suffering and betrayal—and then they all get packaged in a program that is totally have no differences with theatrical or anything you could say that is. It's sad that we couldn't blame the stupidity they've been serving, because the fact is they still got market for such programs tho.
A few minutes have passed by, and people in the room began to come and leave. I lean my back off the seat and secretly pay attention to some fellows that stick in the front of cashier. I didn't really notice since when that old couple has been standing there. At first, they look like any other ordinary couple—an old man and his partner who was paying their order. The old woman was tidying the clothes she wore, and then she wiggled her hands just like she writes something on the air. The gestures she does seems pretty normal, until I realized that she was doing it over and over again.
Kak Didit who turned out to be the first to know about them directly talked about that old couple. It wasn't the first time they come there. Even when it get calculated, it has been more than three times he finds them there. That couple was sitting right behind our seat. They sitted face to face with two cups of drinks and a piece of blueberry donut over the table. With no conversation. With no gestures to each other, at all.
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| taken by me |
I, who was sitting back to them immediately move to the other seat. Indeed, it was the silence which entirely fill their table. The old man sitted still on his seat with one exact style. He looked away with empty sight, while sipped the drink from the cup in front of him—once in a while. But never, even once, he noticed the woman that was sitting next to him—even when that partner of him—somehow—suddenly lay herself down on the couch.
The old woman returned to mimic 'while writing' moves, while the old man remain unmoved but his lips as he was speaking something. I was still watching over them. The old woman left her seat for seconds—back to her seat—and then she turn her head around to where the TV is set. Each moves that she was doing doesn't trigger any sensitivity of her partner to simply respond with smiling face or at least take a glance to see what she was doing.
The view of that old couple left a mark on my heart. It has almost been an hour they sitted face to face, without any spoken words. There's a warmness, but I also feel bitter. It's how the silence could be the only languange they use to keep them connected. It's how the flaws couldn't hinder them to spend time together—just two of them.
I'm a typical person who could easily get touched just by seeing old folks faces. They remind me of my parents, and that somehow makes me feel blue.
There are so many questions that hanging around my mind as I left while they still stay over. They make me realize how important it is to find someone you can confide in, just by having each other's existence. The person is all that left, when all the attractions have gone far.
