The weather has been really bad lately. Like, normal bad is not bad enough. It's been raining, then sunny, and all cloudy again within 15 minutes with thunderstorm coming afterward. What. The. Hell. Not forgetting the state of Indonesia's crowded capital, Jakarta. It's been flood-fest from December up until now, believe me.
Of course, the weather that's almost the same as a girl changes clothes will bring down its toll. A great number of them, in fact.
I've been down with flu for a couple of days, sore throat working its way down damn well and making me unable to sing along with my favourite tunes (sparing my families & friends' ears). So yeah, not long after that, the migraine came and I gave up. It's really time for me to go to the doctor.
When I arrived at the little building, I noticed that there are a number of patients already queuing. That's going to take at least an hour. I grabbed a magazine and looked around for a place to sit down.
I suppose that with so many sick people inside an enclosed little room, the air's not going to be very healthy. With that reason in mind, my attention always goes to the bench outside. Well, there's only one guy that's sitting down there (he came right after me. Oh hey, great minds think alike!). At least our viruses won't combine too much with others'.
I took my seat beside him (because the bench is small, really), then I realized that he's not a bad looking guy. Jet black hair and eyes, tanned skin, and what nice hands! I don't mean to admit that I have certain fetish for hands, but his hands are really beautiful. Long and finely sculpted, ahhh.
He suddenly sneezed very loudly, breaking my trance kind of rudely. Couldn't help it but cringe a little. He said sorry, and it just starts from there. My magazine lays on the little coffee table, all forgotten.
We got to talk a little, and it just feels like meeting an old friend. It's very weird for me to be so easy to talk with stranger.
"My flu in 2001 was much worse!" He exclaimed. I was quite surprised because he still remembers his flu experience after so many years and I told him just so.
He just laughed it off and continues with his story, "Remember a few years ago? I had the worst cough I've ever had!"
Why should I know about his cough and sickness?
"Singapore and Malaysia were really mad at me for transferring the virus around the family." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
Right at that moment, I was truly enlightened!
I was speechless for a few seconds, just kept looking at him with gaping mouth until I managed to find words in my mouth again. By then, he already knows that I just recognized who he truly is.
"Ah, I know. The forest fire and the haze that time was really horrible." Now that I remember again what has happened to my country a few years ago, everything makes sense. The annual flood in Jakarta and the cities around it causes him to have annual runny nose too.
The door to the doctor's office opened, and it's my turn. We said our brief goodbye and before I disappear behind the door, I saw him writing something on the magazine I ignored earlier on.
I really hope that it's his number. That way, maybe we can arrange a cooking session together someday. I believe that he has exceptional cooking skills. Or maybe a karaoke session, that would be awesome.
Aside from that, I can't help feeling the dull pain stabbing my heart. My country that's so sickly these past few years, but still kind and cheerful just like before. He's strong, alright, and when I know that I have faith in him, it makes me proud.
This was sweet and Indonesia is adorable and I feel bad for finding him so cute when he's sick and I WANNA KNOW WHAT HE WROTE ON THE MAGAZINE FOR YOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!! Not fair to leave the OP hangin' like that! I know I said I preferred drabble length, buuuuut... s-should the desire to do a bit of a sequal capture your attention then I CERTAINLY would not object~~~~ ^_^
But seriously, WONDERFUL!!!! Poor Indonesia, so sick so much! He makes me want to hug him, soooooo!
Writer says THANK YOU! Your words are too kind for me...
Actually, even though I'm Indonesian, I've spent almost half of my life living in his sister's place(Singapore). Thus, I missed the 2001 big Jakarta flood...but from what I heard from my family, it was baaaaaaad. They escaped to a hotel for almost 1 week. I experienced this year's flood, though.
Lame?You're definitely not lame!! I'm an Indonesian and I actually never knew what the heck is going on in my country!!! Even if it was something big, I forgot all about it in matter of months. And believe it or not, I actually forgot how to speak Indonesian!!!
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Visit to the Doctor
(Anonymous) 2009-03-05 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)Of course, the weather that's almost the same as a girl changes clothes will bring down its toll. A great number of them, in fact.
I've been down with flu for a couple of days, sore throat working its way down damn well and making me unable to sing along with my favourite tunes (sparing my families & friends' ears). So yeah, not long after that, the migraine came and I gave up. It's really time for me to go to the doctor.
When I arrived at the little building, I noticed that there are a number of patients already queuing. That's going to take at least an hour. I grabbed a magazine and looked around for a place to sit down.
I suppose that with so many sick people inside an enclosed little room, the air's not going to be very healthy. With that reason in mind, my attention always goes to the bench outside. Well, there's only one guy that's sitting down there (he came right after me. Oh hey, great minds think alike!). At least our viruses won't combine too much with others'.
I took my seat beside him (because the bench is small, really), then I realized that he's not a bad looking guy. Jet black hair and eyes, tanned skin, and what nice hands! I don't mean to admit that I have certain fetish for hands, but his hands are really beautiful. Long and finely sculpted, ahhh.
He suddenly sneezed very loudly, breaking my trance kind of rudely. Couldn't help it but cringe a little. He said sorry, and it just starts from there. My magazine lays on the little coffee table, all forgotten.
We got to talk a little, and it just feels like meeting an old friend. It's very weird for me to be so easy to talk with stranger.
"My flu in 2001 was much worse!" He exclaimed. I was quite surprised because he still remembers his flu experience after so many years and I told him just so.
He just laughed it off and continues with his story, "Remember a few years ago? I had the worst cough I've ever had!"
Why should I know about his cough and sickness?
"Singapore and Malaysia were really mad at me for transferring the virus around the family." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
Right at that moment, I was truly enlightened!
I was speechless for a few seconds, just kept looking at him with gaping mouth until I managed to find words in my mouth again. By then, he already knows that I just recognized who he truly is.
"Ah, I know. The forest fire and the haze that time was really horrible." Now that I remember again what has happened to my country a few years ago, everything makes sense. The annual flood in Jakarta and the cities around it causes him to have annual runny nose too.
The door to the doctor's office opened, and it's my turn. We said our brief goodbye and before I disappear behind the door, I saw him writing something on the magazine I ignored earlier on.
I really hope that it's his number. That way, maybe we can arrange a cooking session together someday. I believe that he has exceptional cooking skills. Or maybe a karaoke session, that would be awesome.
Aside from that, I can't help feeling the dull pain stabbing my heart. My country that's so sickly these past few years, but still kind and cheerful just like before. He's strong, alright, and when I know that I have faith in him, it makes me proud.
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2009-03-06 02:09 am (UTC)(link)This was sweet and Indonesia is adorable and I feel bad for finding him so cute when he's sick and I WANNA KNOW WHAT HE WROTE ON THE MAGAZINE FOR YOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!! Not fair to leave the OP hangin' like that! I know I said I preferred drabble length, buuuuut... s-should the desire to do a bit of a sequal capture your attention then I CERTAINLY would not object~~~~ ^_^
But seriously, WONDERFUL!!!! Poor Indonesia, so sick so much! He makes me want to hug him, soooooo!
Thank you for the fill!
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-06 05:11 am (UTC)(link)Thank you for the enjoyable request, OP! Idk...but I do want to write something fun with Indonesia-tan. I shall attempt later, after my class.
Re: Visit to the Doctor
(Anonymous) 2009-03-06 03:02 am (UTC)(link)My head hurts, too, anon. Let's persevere! *fist shake*
Re: Visit to the Doctor
(Anonymous) 2009-03-06 04:36 am (UTC)(link)Actually, even though I'm Indonesian, I've spent almost half of my life living in his sister's place(Singapore). Thus, I missed the 2001 big Jakarta flood...but from what I heard from my family, it was baaaaaaad. They escaped to a hotel for almost 1 week. I experienced this year's flood, though.
Oh Indo, you hetare country LOL.
Take care of yourself, anon! Don't get sick.
Re: Visit to the Doctor
(Anonymous) 2009-04-03 09:34 am (UTC)(link)