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Coconut Shell

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Here I am, walking on the edge of the road in the middle of nowhere searching for something I don’t know, wearing only a plain white t-shirt that has holes everywhere because of the cigarettes that I have been consumed, dirty ripped blue jeans, and a dirty khaki Converse in a weather that is colder than any provinces in Russia, accompanied only by the sound of crickets and the sound of wind breaking the tall grass. Strangely enough, I am happy with this. Shivering, crossing both of my arms to make my body warmer, walking witherly, puffing the smoke that is caused both by the cold weather and the cigarette, and enjoying the sounds of crickets and wind.

Suddenly, a shot of bright heart blinded me for about 5 seconds before I can see where does the light came from.

1…2…3…4…5…

There it is. That’s where the heart light came from. It’s from the head light of a car and it stopped in front of me. I didn’t see that one coming, I don’t know why. Quite strange if I might say.

Along with the added seconds, my eyes is getting more and more focus to see what kind of car is it. It’s nothing like I have ever seen before! It looks like a coconut shell, the size is smaller than the smallest car ever, has only two wheels, and like I have said before the head light is heart shaped. The bright color is very unique, I have never seen a color like it before, so I don’t know what is the name of the color of the car. The car is magnificently unique. Then, I go to the rear side of the car to see what type it is. It has nothing except a car plate, which reads H 4 PY.

“Heeeeeyyyyyyyyy..!!”, the passenger suddenly shout in an odd husky voice. Though, I can tell from the sound that it’s a woman.

I approach her and I was surprised with how she looks. She is very pretty. Too pretty for a voice like that. The voice that sounded  like an old muffler that I heard only seconds ago is completely overshadowed by her perfect face. Her beautiful bright blue eyes shown that she noticed my surprise.

“Sorry, I didn’t meant to be rude by looking at your car with such curiosity”, I said.

“It’s alright, son. I am just calling to give you a ride. Where you headed?”, replied the pretty woman enthusiastically with her husky voice, while she move her head towards me.

“Somewhere”, said I nervously.

“Poor boy. C’mon, hop in!”, said the pretty woman with such happy face and all.

I smiled and think and worried.

“C’mon, son. Do not worry! We won’t do something to harm you”, said the pretty woman as if she can read what is inside my mind. Then she followed it by, “Isn’t that right, my handsome husband?”

Suddenly, a man’s head is appearing from the driver’s seat beside the pretty woman.

“Yes, it is right, my pretty wife”, replied the man. Unlike the pretty woman, his voice is normal. Just like any ordinary man.

“Hello, sir”, I replied. It’s quite dark inside the car, so I must take quite a long time to see the man’s face.

“Hello to you too. Get on, son. I promise I won’t do you any harm”, said the man, while he move his head towards me. And what a face it is. He looks like a man in a magazine cover that was published in the 1950’s. It’s a classic gentleman face that only a little number of people have it nowadays.

They are a perfect couple. Beautiful, happy, and looks perfect for one another.

“Okay. Thanks, sir and madam. You’re all wonderful”, I said, trying to praise them and thank them all at the same time because of their graciousness.

I stepped into the backseat of the amazing and wonderful car with my right leg first, then the rest of my body followed. Then, a funky smell goes through my nostril, the smell of hot coffee and fried onion combined. No, it’s not my sense of smell that is too good, it’s the smell that’s too acute and too funky. Unlike the exterior part of the car that is very magnificent and unique, the interior is very simple, actually it’s too simple and common, not to mention its darkness. The interior is filled with black color. I look around the car just to make sure if this is the same unique coconut shell car that belongs to a lovely and happy couple that I met just a few minutes ago. It is very monotone and boring if I might say.

“What’s wrong?”, said the man.

“Nothing, sir”, I replied while I close the car’s door. Maybe it’s just their taste at car’s interior design, I said in my head.

Then, the man step on the car’s pedal slowly to make the car running.

——————————————————————————————————————————————————

It’s eight past twenty in the P.M. said the car’s clock. Fifteen minutes has past inside this coconut shell car. Neither of the people in front of me has say a word. I can’t even hear them inhaling and exhaling the air. They don’t even turn the radio on. Oh wait, there are no head unit. Silence accompanied me along the trip. It was silence that I breathe. It was silence that I chewed. It was even silence that I heard. Where are the happiness and the cheerfulness from the beautiful couple that are easily detected sixteen minutes ago? Where are the colorful and unique car that I first saw twenty minutes ago? Where? Where? Those are the questions that are running around inside my mind, waiting to be vomited. This is not what I had in mind when I said yes to their offer, I am hoping for a more colorful trip, not a plain and pale one like this. This fifteen minutes along the trip felt like one hour, and no I am not exaggerating.

Five minutes later, nothing different happened.

Ten minutes later, just about the same.

Twenty minutes later, same old same old.

Thirty minutes later, I can’t stand it. This must be the most boring moment in my life. Drown in silence and emptiness, plainness and nothingness in about thirty minutes. Wait a minute, the car’s clock shown that it is eight past twenty three in the P.M. It’s only been three minutes when I felt like it’s thirty? Holy shit. I should stop here, this is not working for me. Too empty and pale for my taste. Fuck.

“Excuse me…”, I said whispering.

Both the pretty woman and the man are surprised with my whispering voice. It looks like they are as surprised as if there’s a rumbling lightning near them.

“What is it, son?”, said the man hesitantly.

“Sorry, sir and madam. I didn’t mean to surprise you. I just want to tell you to drop me off here”, I explained.

The man step on the brake pedal to stop the car and said, “Are you sure, son?”

The pretty woman turn her head towards me and said, “Is this your destination?”

I was surprised with the way how the pretty woman is not pretty anymore. She looks older than before, and also fatter.

“Yes, it is”, I replied fastly, so that I can get out of this emptiness as soon as possible.

“Where is this, son?”, said the man while he also turn his head towards me. He also doesn’t look as classic as before. He is too classic. Too old if I may be precise.

“Somewhere”, I replied.

“As you wish then, son”, the man said as if he’s a genie that is fulfilling my wish.

I get out from the car as quick as possible as if I am drowning in the middle of the deepest sea known to mankind in need of a sniff of fresh air. Too quick, I stumble upon something inside the car and fell on the hard asphalt.

“Thank you, sir and madam”, I said while I am trying to stand on both of my feet. “Sorry if I have become such bother for you”, I continued while I check if there’s any blood around my face, which there isn’t.

“You’re welcome son. It’s a pleasure for us”, said the pretty woman.

Without saying anything more, I ran as fast as I could. While I ran, the sound of the coconut shell car is slowly disappearing. Without waiting for so long, the sound of the coconut shell car has completely disappeared, so I stop running and light my cigarette.

Here I am again, walking on the edge of the road in the middle of nowhere searching for something I don’t know, wearing only a plain white t-shirt that has holes everywhere because of the cigarettes that I have been consumed, dirty ripped blue jeans, and a dirty khaki Converse in a weather that is colder than any provinces in Russia, accompanied only by the sound of crickets and the sound of wind breaking the tall grass. Shivering, crossing both of my arms to make my body warmer, walking witherly, puffing the smoke that is caused both by the cold weather and the cigarette, enjoying the sounds of crickets and wind, smiling happily, and feeling relieved.

 

Dedicated to all kinds of couple, whether it’s the married couple, cohabit couple, divorced couple, cheating couple, underage couple, or even gay couple. Be who you are, don’t hide your true self inside your cage.

Written by Reno Nismara

January 24, 2009 at 6:08 pm

Posted in Short Story

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  1. way to go man, way to go! i really like the way your words flow,really..this is where all those pile of books finally pays off eh?haha
    but the meaning you’re intending (the dedication) i think is a bit out of track, how with that little event,whether metaphorical or literal,at the end leads to a cynical approach to couples,telling them to be true and all..
    but hey you’re the writer.say something then!

    shadowsinthewall

    January 25, 2009 at 3:22 pm

  2. elo muji bnrn apa cm bls budi gara2 gw muji karya elo yg goodnight2 itu? jujur dah lo. gausah mnjilat. haha
    maybe the so called little event is not helping, but what about the paradoxal moods inside and outside the car that existed within the little event itself? is it helping? because that’s the real event from this short story. that’s what fake and real from those couples. that’s why i make the dedication. quite lucid, i hope.

    indomiejunkie

    January 26, 2009 at 10:25 am

  3. 50% balas budi 50% menjilatlah.tae kagak lah nyet..
    hm but still, i found it a bit not to wise..to come with a moral conclusion where the mood outside the coconut shell is so cheerful and mood inside dull,to be fake,that is..maybe when inside the coconut at least the narrator attempt to make a conversation,or,for the couples chatting a lousy,empty subjects to reveal more of the their ‘fakeness’..

    fak, do i or do i not sounds like judging you eh? haha i don’t mean to criticize,just throwing what i think about it..

    shadowsinthewall

    January 26, 2009 at 11:48 am

  4. for me the it’s better to put no conversation at all than to put conversations about their fakeness, because it really show the couple’s emptiness.
    it’s alright, man. i will put your so called thought to my book of bullshit. haha, kidding.

    indomiejunkie

    January 27, 2009 at 9:19 am

  5. good job..
    unique, seeing in particular prespective..
    though a lil’ strange, but hey, i know, that’s your style..

    bimbom

    January 28, 2009 at 3:58 am

  6. fuck you

    shadowsinthewall

    January 28, 2009 at 6:27 am


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