Sweet Revenge

“Love makes the world go round.” This is what everyone believes. Since the day we were conceived, we experienced the unfathomable love of our mother. It continues to grow even when we get old. The love bestowed by our parents satisfied us when we were still young. However, as the years pass by we realized that we also need affection from the opposite sex. It was just like any ordinary day in the month of July. The sun shown at its best, birds were singing the same tune and the boarding house where I stayed was still crowded and noisy. Everybody’s exited to leave and to be with their family for the weekend, except me. I’m in my room, preparing, not to go home but to attend a seminar. My phone beeped, a message was received. I thought it was Mama whose texting me to go home but as I viewed the inbox, it’s an unregistered number; asking if there would be a class on Monday. I thought it was one of my classmates, so I looked for a way to answer its question and make a response. After knowing that he wasn’t a classmate of mine instead an admirer, I deleted his number and ignored him because first and for most I don’t know him. He keeps on texting that he knew numerous stuffs about me. He had mentioned every detail of my achievements and failures. He even stated my shameful encounter with a professor, which he claimed to be his first time to saw me. At first, I felt total fear. Fear that he might have been stalking me for a long time and fear that he might continue to follow me. Days had passed, weeks and even months, we were still texting. The first thing I felt was replaced with affection, affection that I’m trying to omit. But no matter how I strive to neglect him, he’s still there, knocking, asking if I could give him a chance to show his love. Every time he asked me about it, I would always say, “everyone deserves a chance but how could that be? I don’t even know you.” Intramurals meet came. Every department was busy, striving to be the champion. It was also the time when I knew who he was, because he participated in various events. There’s even an event where my players beat their team. Though I already knew him, I still keep on saying that I don’t know him. His friends including him really thought that I have no idea of who he was. On the third day of intrams, my friends from other school visited me and joined the celebration. I saw him with another girl. As our roads met, he tried to hide himself and made quick steps. I don’t know what exact emotion I felt but it was anger which dominated. I tried to be passive and hide my feelings from my friends. After declaring that my department was the champion of the year’s intrams, tears fell from my eyes, not much of what we achieved but because of the pain I tried to keep inside. Almost everyone cried so I just grab he opportunity to pour out my emotions. Well, I’m glad that nobody knew it. I really am a good pretender. At that night, as I reached home and saw my family, I remembered the times when I only need their love, nothing less and nothing more. How I wish that I could turn back time, but obviously I can’t. So, I just shared everything to my family. After hearing my pains, they laughed at me and said that I should not be sad; instead I should be glad for knowing what he did. Their support made me regain my strength and instill on my mind that he should pay for the pain he caused me. 9 o’clock in the evening, he texted me. He asked me of what I am doing. Naturally, I concealed my weakness with anger and replied him. I told him that I am thinking of the person who caused me a lot of pain. He asked me who that person was and told me that he was so cruel and selfish. I wanted to tell him that it was him whom I am referring at but I managed myself and told him that there’s no need for him to know. I even told him that the best thing he can do is to pray for that person so he won’t feel any guilt after what he did. He continued to ask me about that person while I kept on answering the same thought, but with more poignant words. Afterwards, he told me that he felt guilty. It really made me happy. At last, he felt guilt, which I hoped he really was. Several minutes passed, he asked me again if I don’t really know him; without any hesitation, I answered him the usual. After striking his conscience and feeling contented, I texted him good night and decided to sleep. On the next morning and the following days he’s still asking about the man who hurt me. I told him not to ask it again because it only reminds me of what that person did to me. He really thought that he wasn’t that person and still believes that I really don’t know him. Well, I’m glad for that because I would be able to pursue my plans. Today, I continued to play the game he started and wasted; hoping that I would end up victoriously without any guilt and pity for myself.