Mone

Mone

So I suppose to tell you my side of the story, well I believe people just love to listen to what they like, well you may not like my story, but you will see, it is just strange, just I do not think it will happen to anyone. Why me? I have no idea, maybe it is just the fate or due to the force of Mover? I do not know. How do I start up with the story? Oh yes, I should tell you what happen after the capsize. So..

After being saved by the locals, I am glad that I am still alive, now for better or worse, I just let my ego argue about it. Things are different here, well I lost all my memories. All my a priori knowledge? Gone. My identity? No idea. Anything I remember? Nothing. Three years have gone and no improvement or what so ever for my condition. I wanted to leave this place, because I cannot live here anymore. Everyday the Bodoh people are protesting against the minority, well thanks to their radical leader Hator. Foreign schools were shut down recently, life is getting harsh for the foreigner, or at least the one who has different ideology from them. You see, Bodoh people are completely scared by the past. From what I heard, The whole continent of Donanya conquered by Roho from the northwest. One hundred years of war with all the bloodshed, revolution, and casualty had spearheaded the typical locals to generate anxiety when they see other different from them in sight. Although the foreign trader like Molo, Biso helped the locals to win the Hundred-year-war from Roho, their contribution was quickly ignored when they try to fade away from the interference of politics in land. Later they were forced to change all their names into the local manner. Misunderstanding and conflicts, they appeared very often in that period. I was, unfortunately, never seems to resemblance any of the typical look that they are used to. So expect to get some uncomfortable treatment from them. But still I need money to feed myself. I used to work here. after all the nuisance for finding a simple job. Living just opposite of her house, we walked together along the never ending street after work, well I hoped that it would never ends. She and I were waiter and waitress in a local tavern, just like few blocks away from our area.

I still remember, how I stood up for her once. Well it was a brave decision, having consider myself as different here, I never had the gut to confront anyone, or even point out the difference of mind. Yes I was small, how small I was that time. A patron was drunk and he utterly demolished the restaurant, I was cleaning the mess, while she tried to calm him down. It did not work as exactly as we thought. He tried to offend her, with the hands up and down along the curve of Eve. That time, I stood up. Only the above One knew what boosted me the courage to that, maybe I cannot stand the absurdism and class difference among the people? Or maybe my feeling towards her? I suffered some knuckles and hard blow from that bastard! But I never cried a single word. I never felt the pain, the only soar I had in my heart is seeing her begging him to let me go. I just endured. In enduring, I am stronger, I always believe. Luckily some patrons managed to pull that moron away from us. She came to me, gave me her comfort, well, her smile already cured half of the pain. Physical abuse, I did not feel, as I was used to it. How many times I could safely return home without being jeered by the locals, with their racist words and inhuman coldness. It would seems like a war is happening, and I am so unlucky to be in the minority side. I wanted to depart from here. If not because of her, I already left. Well how many times she gave me peace in my heart. Everyone needs a safe haven, it could be a collection of exotics, a picture, or a place. For me, it is Mone.

“ Feeling better? ”

“ Just some bruises, nothing serious.”

“ Mone should have just keep quiet.... Maybe he would let go?”

“ I would have confront him anyway, a man is not a man, if he doesn't treat a woman with respect.”

“ In this place, you could never expect respect from them.”

“ Leave with me then, we could go somewhere else, where people live in harmony, treat each other as equal as they are. The greatest civilization is just beyond us. I know it exist somewhere.”

“ You have a beautiful dream, you know? But as far as Mone knows, you have to travel southeast, along the coast until you meet someone, who can speak more than four languages. We always thought it was a legend though, people will never survive the blow of wind...Even if they did, legend says one has to pass through the Desert of Hopeless to gain the access to that Kingdom.”

“ Interesting, where do you heard all this? Come on, tell me more, at least I can have hope, helps to relive my pain ya.”

“ From a customer in O'town. Mone thinks he is just joking, or just wanted to get Mone's attention. He claimed himself as a Centauriwalker, traveling around the Centauri for so long, he has been to.... If Mone remembers correctly, Monosia, Sun kingdom, Edge of World, San-Shang state, Searah Island and the Southeast. Mone never heard of these names before.”

“ Do you know how can I get to those place?”

“ Mone didn't ask him about that. Do you still really want to leave this place?”

“ Well if not for a reason, I already left.”

“ And what would be that? If Mone may ask.”

“ Well let just say it is a secret of mine.” I said, and of course I was afraid that she knew she would be the reason. I just do not want her to feel bad that I end up here rotting the days of my life just to look at her everyday. I just want to look at her everyday. My safe haven stood in front of me, with her naive look coupled with heart of Deva. If only I could tell her...

“ Let us go home then.” I looked at her and smiled.

I felt close to Mone all the time, partly because she was the person that took care of me most, from the time I was dragged to the shore like a piece of wood. Her neighbors, Mr and Mrs Lowe found and took me to their house, Mone took care of me till I recovered. Well it was a reborn for me, and she would be my mother.