“ The Fairy ”
“Love..”
“Misery..”
“Love..”
A little boy, he laid down on the grass while counting the leaf he picked from its stalk. It’s been a long time since he was in the same position, once he just tilted his body and let him breathe the smell of the grass, it freshened him. He was staring at the sky that was clear as silk, contemplating his mind while thinking that he lives in a snowball all this time. Once he exhaled heavily thinking that he was the one who suffer the most in the whole world, he even doesn’t know what “suffer” meant certainly, feels that word fits enough to describe grown-up. He turned his head, he didn’t believe fairies but he knew there was something there. He approached the shrub and found the pathways. With his boots, he wondered, what is on the end of the pathways or is there the end of it?.
He is stunned, he finds a big field of grass but way bigger than before with a big oak tree in the middle. He walked into the tree with a content feeling until he heard a voice calling him.
“Psst!” He is startled while realized there is someone behind the tree.
“I know you were there,” a girl’s voice.
“Come on. That is okay, do not feel petrified,”
The boy starts to walk out, he shows himself and walks to the voice backside of the oak tree. What he saw is a girl in a white dress and a one-braided hair standing await as if something would come down from the tree.
But, hey how pretty she is, the boy gets inattentive.
“uh—Hello?” said the boy. “Sorry, are you—”
“Ssh!!” she glared at him.
She is not talking to him, instead of the tree. He followed where she stared at. “Sorry for interrupting, but what are you doing?” He whispered.
“Fairies,” she said, without turning her head slightly.
“What?” suddenly the perched birds flew away.
“Oh, good! Now they won’t appear. You ruin my plan,”
“Wait, what?”
“I have waited for them for days to appear from the Oak, that birds who protected them. If the birds leave, so do they!”
“I am sorry, they who?”
“The fairies, you dumb,” She walked away.
He followed, “So, you talking to the Fairy?” laughed. “Not yet, but I will,” the boy laughed again.
“What is wrong with you?”
“I mean–they are not even real,”
“They are! I will find them and wait for them as I planned before and—can you stop following me?” the boy stopped and let the girl step away somewhere.
On the next day, the boy tried to go back to the oak tree. He saw the girl talking to the tree from afar, like yesterday precisely. Until the fifth day, he found the girl at the same position. But not at this time, the girl just leaned through the tree. The boy approached her bravely.
“Have you talked to them?”
She gasped. “I think you were right, this wasting my time,”
The boy sat beside her “what are you gonna do when you find them?”
“I will admire them,” she looked up to the Oak. “They are really pretty and seemed… free,” she smiled. “I think I really have to learn how they do it,”
“how do you know when you never even met them?”
“my friends. They always told me that I really have to meet the fairy so I could pretty as them,”
The boy smirked. “or are they just making it up? How cruel,”
She laughed. “it is ridiculous, how I obsessed over the fairy,”
“you do not even care about yourself, standstill for a long day just to find them,”
“You watch over me apparently,” said the girl.
“I mean, I thought you were the fairy itself,” she seemed flustered. “You are pretty and free. No need to learn from the Oak fairies when we do not even know about their existence,” The boy turned over her. “and I think freedom comes when you stop caring about what others think of you,”
She smiled. “you’re right. I have to stop worrying about them,”
”glad to hear that.”
The girl stood up suddenly, “hey, my household has a tea party this afternoon, wanna come?”.
Writer : Shafaa Azka Indradi (Psychology’21)
Editor : Salma Devy Andini (Communication Science’21)
