"What are we doing in the toilet? Do you want me to apply some make up for you there? When we could do it at the table just fine, why did you dragged me to the toilet Or ... Do you think that Mrs. Herdiana (senior personnel) triggered a new regulation; every employee is prohibited from making-up in private table?"
Celine talked too much, making Nayla's head hurt to hear all her babbling.
"You ask a lot of questions. How could anyone make such a crazy rule. If there were, who would obey it if not just you. Besides, you think I need your help to do my makeup? You're just not simply good at makeup. If you help me with it,we should call it make-so-so. Plain and barely even visible," scolded Nayla.
"Yes, that's why I'm quite surprised." Celine confirmed Nayla's statement.
"This is a toilet, it's quiet and a little calm. Cry, spill all your pain. I'll accompany you. Anyway, this toilet doesn't smell, it doesn't matter if we linger here more than necessary," said Nayla.
"Nay…" Celine was speechless. Her heart trembled at her bestie's thoughtfulness. If she had cried because her chest was full like being crushed by a ton of weight, then this time the clear granules wanted to escape because they were filled with a thick feeling of being cared for.
"Spend all your troubles through tears. Don't hesitate, I'm here to always accompany you," said Nayla.
"Nay..." Celine repeated. The feeling of being loved was more than she could handle for her now. Everything mixed in her chest. The sadness due to love with the gratefulness of having a friend like Nayla.
"I know what it feels like to hold back tears and it is so torturous. So don't hold back your pain, if your tears want to be shed, then let it be. Cry Celine, cry everything. Get out everything that's tightening your mind and heart!" said Nayla.
'Hiks hiks hiksss...'
Celine no longer hesitated to express the anger of the pain that had been weighing her down.
"Even though he's been away for a long time, why should he come back with new secrets? Even though I haven't managed to forget him all this time, at least I've been keeping my heart from thinking about it, by continuing to race on my dreams and fantasies, digging achievement for goodness. Numbing my heart that's all about love. Shutting my heart tightly and kept going on with my life. But he came back, when I started to manage to brush his face from behind my eyes even if only for a few moments. What is the meaning of his arrival??"
"I don't understand this, Nyala. This is too ridiculous. Sob ... Sob ... My first love, the rejection because of status, the humiliation that I have yet to forget. In fact, after several years of that night's events, Darren's mother is still behaving the same toward me. She insulted me last night again. Humiliation in a new fashion, but the wound still feels the same as it used to. Only now, it hurts more and more."
Hearing this, Nayla was a little surprised. Another new truth that she found out, turned out to be Darren's mother insulted Celine last night.
'What an example of an insolent parent! Regarding higher position above all else,' thought Nayla.
"And ... and Darren already has a fiancé, his parents' choice. Sob sob sob..." Celine burst into tears.
"What? How can that be? Is this ancient times where they follow the matchmaking system. What's with that old man?" Nayla clicked, she was annoyed too.
"I don't understand it either. Perhaps, it is the fate written by the Almighty to show that we are just teaching each other a lesson, but not destined to be one. Huff..." Celine's breathing sounded very heavy.
'If only there was a raffle, that would make a dream come true at that moment. All I wanted was, willing the fate to make you and me be born without any differences, especially about position? I want to leave, but my heart remained attached. How am I going to ignore my own heart?' Celine cried in her heart.