I was so mesmerized by how universe crosses our path. It started on 2015 until 2025, and to many more years (I sincerly hope).
After so many encounters, we chose different path. However, universe somehow drawing us back together again for a short meeting. Sometimes in an arranged one, another one unexpectedly.
Serendipity, they said.
2015.
I saw him in a mall on one weekend. I walked right through in front of him. He wore his red jacket -the same one when I sat beside him in pre-class-. His family walked near him. I locked gaze with his father, meanwhile he did not notice me, so I just walked away.
On Monday, I asked him directly, "did you go to KK?" (KK = the mall's name)
"How did you know?"
"I saw you. You were with your family. I walked right in front of you."
"Oh, yeah?! I didn't see you."
Then, move forward to 2024.
I was invited to a friend's wedding and I promised her, "yes, I will come." Another friend of mine suddenly told me in the middle of the night before the wedding day, that he would come. I was shocked, but.. I already bought a new kebaya and earrings to attend the wedding. I also told the bride earlier that night that I would come to her wedding. I also asked my spouse to accompany me the day before, but he refused.
The next morning, in hope of everything will be alright, I came to her wedding without my daughter, spouse, or friends (the bride was my friend but from a different friend group of mine). Basically, I was alone.
I felt pretty that day because of the kebaya, and I felt the color suited me the best. The kebaya was white; the batik textile has mixed colors of pink, white, dark blue-ish to purple; the pink scarf decorated my neck gracefully; I wore pearl earrings; I curl my hair; my make-up had soft pink touch.
All simply because my look represented what I imagined myself when I bought the kebaya.
I was in the hall when the wedding ceremony started, and I suddenly saw him. He was alone, too. I realized he wore the same color as my cloth today. He wore white long shirt. I wore white kebaya. What a coincidence to look like a couple in a serendipity setting.
After being lost in my own consideration, I walked toward him and I greeted him.
"Hi," I said to him while awkwardly waving at him.
I hope he did not notice I was so nervous and awkward, I tried to hide it and look confident, because, duh... I already felt pretty, I won't let anything or anyone let my confident away. I greeted him after we did not talk for years although we always met each year since 2019. Yes, we always met since 2019 in our group gathering but we didn't talk.
After I greeted him, I stepped a little further from him to continue to see the wedding ceremony. After some time passed, he walked toward me, and started a conversation. He asked a lot of things about me, as if he had so many questions that he hold back for years. It was more like an interview and I answered him. I asked him questions, too. I told him, I wasn't in a good term with my spouse. I think it was our real conversation since 2017 or early 2018.
Then, after some time passed, we walked to the buffet to queue some foods. "Which one do you want?" I asked. I explained to him the buffet menus, and somehow it reminisced our old days when I read him food menu so he can hear it instead of him trying hard to read it.
"You choose," he said to me.
"How about that one?" I said.
"Yeah, of course," he answered.
"But the queueing is so long," I said. "How about that one?" I pointed at not so crowded buffet area.
"Okay," he said.
We walked and queued there, I got him plate and cutlery, he said thanks.
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Actually, there are several moments that stuck in my head until now, but right now... I am too lazy to type it. Maybe one day, I'll continue the story in another post. There is another serendipity that happened in 2025, and I can't wait what universe plans in the next years.
I felt extremely happy in our 2024 encounter, and I realized how much I was still nervous and excited to him. Not as a 17 teenager like I used to be, but as a grown-up woman. I was enchanted, and I still am.
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