No Friends, No Enemies, Just People Chapter 2

05:00 am. I woke up too early. I threw away my blanket. Damn. So cold.

I checked my phone. Oh no, five missed calls! And the great things, I didn't care. Because God please, it was Sunday! I put my phone back.

Not a long time after it, a message coming. My phone rang. I took it, checked it again. And holy shit,

"...we need you to make the negotiation clear. Take flight at 01:00 pm to London. Reply asap."

Sometimes, I hate being a person who knew too much. Although, it was positive like give you a lot of opportunities, but in the other hand, it cost too much to your personal life.

Just like this, and thought about this carefully. When you knew information, or knowledge, or kind of it, you would be famous, then people would pay attention to you. They would ask you, they would need you, they would follow you, they would be watching on what you wear, what you eat, what you do, everything. From the most important things to the least. It could be happen because they needed the information from you.

It was fun in the beginning. Knowing people a lot, trusted by a lot of people. But later on, too much people need you and you collapsed because you couldn't handle it. And then, you sacrifice some of your personal life. Because sometimes, if you let them disappointed, it would cost on your career.

And actually, all those people didn't have to ask an unnecessary stupid thing. If they got more attention surround them, they could take the same information as good as you who knew the information. So they could more productive, learn, and develop faster. And the most important thing, they didn't have to bother you with those stupid question.

So, the relation with my situation was like this. 'A lot opportunities' meant; I could introduce myself to other principal company and made new connection, I could go to London, saw how great the town it was, and didn't have to pay my trip, and I could go by plane so many times just like enter the toilet! And of course there were more beneficial side for me.

And 'cost personal life' meant; I have no Sunday! I couldn't give myself an enjoyable relaxing moment, far away from work. I had to say that I couldn't accompany my girl washed her cat this weekend. So bad, I love her cat very much.

I left my bed and walked to the kitchen. Then I realized I was running out of food. I made a call. Reserve a pizza for breakfast. Finished with my call, I reply the message,

"I'll be there."

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So warm inside here. But I knew, outside, the temperature could reach minus 5^oC. It was winter, and it was just usual winter. But somehow I felt the winter colder than usual.

Here I was. Trapped on the platform. Waiting my flight. I knew such a fool make a trip using airplane on winter. Because everywhere were ice, the runway was very slippery. But what I could do.

I had been one hour here. I did almost everything to kill the time. Listened the music, surfed the internet, went to the toilet without any certain reason. I felt like,

"God help me! I'm god damn bored!"

Almost two hours. I felt sleepy. Until this voice made me strained,

"Hei!"

Oh fuck! A devil had called me, with her two red eyes, two fired-horns, long black claws, and her damn bad personality. She was just women, my old friends, wait, my old enemies, because she made a lot of bad things to me. A lot of things.

On school, she ever tricked me to get higher score than me. She ever blamed me for her mistakes, and everyone believed her. She ever degraded me in front of class. And so much more. It seemed I always made mistake in her eyes. And I didn't know why she hated me so much. Maybe I was a threat, but I didn't sure about it.

When she called me, I just....saw at her. Confused. Between happy or felt suck. After a minute, I was sure got another bad day. And I was sure I felt suck.

It was silent for a moment. She looked at me, and I stared back at her. No words. Awkward.

She broke the silence. She asked me to go to cafe in the airport with her. I know she was a demon. A fucking cursed devil from hell. But I thought have a time with a devil was more exciting than just wait the delayed-plane. So I agreed.

I just sat with her in the cafe. Stirred the cappuccino I had. No words. Still awkward sat with her. I knew she felt awkward too, and she tried to make it easier. But my heart still said she was a demon.

There were some reason I'm drowning in my silence. First, I hated her. Second, she was a demon. Third, I spent my time with a devil, I could get more sins than before! Fourth, I brought a little cash in my pocket because of the damn suddenly message of duty.

This cappuccino just made me suffocate how to pay. Then I realized. God, this demon tricked me again. How if she didn't want to pay her pasta? And she just left me, ran away, and made me pay all of the meal? Damn it!

All of that thought was suddenly disappear following her voice,

"So, where will you go?"

Ah, I knew it that she would say that words! My observation stated that more than 80% of the conversation in airport when you met someone, either you knew them or not, is ask about where your destination is. That was a fact! Didn't you deny it. Believed me.

But okay, I appreciated her. I answered her question as nice as I could. She knew I tried to act nice at her. She read it. Then she tried to make more conversation. And it began more interesting at the end.

She talked a lot of things. Her destination, the weather, the headline news, politics, her job, her love story, her fashion, her life, her family. A lot of things! I began to love this conversation. I knew she tried to say sorry what she had done to me, but somehow she didn't say it. She just kept it for herself.

She just made interesting conversation with me to say sorry. Sometimes I baffled with women. Why couldn't they say what they want to? Or just said what they thought about? It made you relieved, you know, when you said it. Kept it by yourself just made you worst on your feeling. And almost of men were fine if you said the truth, even the men would more appreciate to you.

Almost two hours, and suddenly her flight called. She had to go. She took her bag and said good bye. Oh, damn, somehow I felt sad to get this conversation end. Then she left me some money.

"I'll trade it", she said. Watched me for a moment, then she left.

Then I laughed to myself. What was it? Who was the enemy? Enemy didn't trade you a cappuccino, didn't talk to you like an old friend, or didn't tell their personal life.

So who was the enemy? How could I state people are enemies or not? Then, who should I believe in now?

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