The Wonderful Visit

Saturday, February 23, 2013

A long shower had helped cool my body down. That was an hour ago. Blotches of sweat had now appeared on my collar and armpit, telling me I had to get out for some fresh air. Walking half way across the living room, I heard the door bell rang once. Followed by strange, soft cries. I slowed my pace before opening the door. The cries grew louder. I hardly took my breath, walking around the front door. One step closer, I moved backward, in doubt. The cries stop suddenly. Bless me! What was it? A meow of a cat or a cry of a baby? A meow of a baby or a cry of cat? Or? It was just my peculiar imagination? 


I had to check it out myself but after I finished up my homework I thought. I walked entered the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, drank it, went to the bathroom to wash my pale face, then took my half empty glass. UNEXPECTEDLY, I heard the cries again! It was the same crying from my front door. Ewww! I shook my head fast, pinched my hand, Ouuch! It was not a dream! I had to face it. I came through the dining room, library, at least living room. I stood up beside the door. Took a deep calm breath, I opened the door. 
IT WAS A BABY!! A human baby wearing blue knitted sweater and cute tiny pink hat lied in a rattan basket. I did not know what I feel. My body was trembling, the cries of the baby made my face tingle, my teeth chattered like the crackle of burning wood, shiver! The sweat came out from all parts of my body. I was indisputable that my skin was pale like a ZOMBIE. The feeling of disinclined, afraid, and baffled attacked me. I screwed up my courage to touch that living creature. His delicate pure skin just liked a new born baby who had just come into this wild world. Dear poor baby came into my house.


I searched along my house and my yard, figuring out that perhaps there was someone who put the baby in front of my door. But no- one. No- one walked around near my house. I checked my cell phone, hoped I could call someone to help me, unfortunately the battery was out. I wiped the sweat which fell down through my brow. Moving. Run away to the near police station, carried the baby in my arms. – I thought it must be God playing around with me. Yeah! In the hands of God everything could be happened, everything – – I was still running –

1 comments:

{ Maulida Mazaya } at: February 24, 2013 at 3:03 PM said...

is your story real, yul?

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