Zepp

Zepp

Zepp drives his new car slowly.

"Move"! he heard  the screams of the police. He was shocked. What did he do wrong?

He turned his head, it was not at him but at the other rider. He breathed a sigh of relief.

So he  drove with more speed that moment.

Before Zepp blinked his eyes, the incident passed quickly long moments before he realized and was able to understand what he was seeing through the rearview mirror. It was clear that one policewoman  officer and three male police officers got the man into the police car after putting the handcupp on his wrists  . Who is that man? Zepp shuddered before accelerating his car towards the rest area.

He stopped his car in front of a nice cafe .He is a regular customer at the cafe as he knew the owner.Meridian or Merida.He calls her by her nickname ,Mer.

Some guys having their cups of hot drinks with cigarettes.A bit smoky then.Zepp picked a small table and waiting for a waiter to come .

A few people were watching tv available there .A cartoon was on .

He heard talk and laughters around.He glanced at the tv screen.

"What's so good about being a good child..everything is not allowed. Being a bad child is all ok.. Lots of fun. Being a good child has no fun," said a  little boy in the TV cartoon. He walked alone on the street and apparently he looks bored.

Well it's funny,  but it's true. Even though it's misleading.Zepp thought.

"Ohh, dear..

How l wish to be

returning to the past ! " Someone patted his shoulder and said that words a bit close to his ears.

"Ah , let's have the  flashback..

One day when we met

An introduction of soul friendship

When l asked " how was the flight, punctual ?"

I pointed the corner by my thumb

Then we searched around some seats.

I laughed shyly,

Wanting those days

To return since  decades..."

To start again  what was in the mid.

And to the mid what  was in the end "

"Then  to end what in the beginning..

My Lord...."

They chuckled. Nerida was standing just right at his side .She was real. But not the conversation. Again it's only in Zepp mind.

"This is our dream house."

"Remote place . Mmh ..look at that !

"Ya..swans on the lake then trees on the water surface  .Those shadows on the pond..shadows of everything existing there "

"Looking out to the world.

Let the people move   in chaos or laughter but those seemed only nuisance or just a joke ."

"We only sat and  watch time goes by"

He still got his half awareness when Nerida brought something on the tray .It's good for him to be accompanied by this special waitress.

" Hallo " he said and now he is able to gain all of his mind in  reality.

"Dear Zepp ..you look so neat and fresh " .

He pulled her a bit to his lap .Nerida did not repudiate.She just let him hold her for a while with his warmest arm before she sat just in front of his seat .

"When can l get the visa...

To live for ever

In the state of clouds?"

That's what he heard from the girl .He giggled She is still a person with full of unexpected things to say as a welcoming way to others.

The sunray left a shadows on the ground around . There was a figure passing along the road slowly  there .

"Give the old person a scarf

It's cold season " Zepp said .Sure it's only his imagination ordering that to anyone.That old man was quite far from his reaching.

There is a story of an old man in  prison.

A man who stand for his faith for a certain creed and principle.

Who will not sign his authograph

For his freedom.

Because he is sincere to the belief  only.

Fear of nothing even death  but 

the nasty world power want him die in prison .

He  guess so

Why they hate this good hearted old man?

Slander him of doing bad thing he did not do ?

Why they want him to be degraded in jail, some people are in it without doing any wrong things.

Because he told the officials that

 he only willing to confess the truth .

He didn't obey to admit what he didn't do no matter he had been forced to.

Looking out the window,Zepp sipped his latte and glanced at her with a deep mind.

Let the steam  dwindled on the air.

They only sat watching people come and  go.

"Just be prepared to compete in anything right now."

" You have to be much stronger than decades ago before this globalization era occurs when everything is based on technology "

"Mmm..that's right. But my days are numbered. I'm getting old and don't want to win the world anymore"

Zepp looked around the cafe. He thought he heard someone talking like that just now. No. It was a conversation within himself. Maybe he was having a conversation with someone. and celeb.

Suddenly Zepp remembers the events he saw in the car earlier.

Life in prison ..it scares everyone,that's for sure.But  believe it or not ,it's also a bless lately for Zepp.Not only concerning some suspensive experience but also many things he had considered as great things..

Prison that had forced him to see what he never seen. Nerida took out one cigarette from Zepp shirt 's

pocket  then took the light cigarette he was smoking then sighed.She knew that he was establisheing him self all the way to gain everything to be normal again after all what he had gone through.

"Each one has their own prison.None really has perfect freedom".said Nerida whilst tapping the end of the cigarette ash to the ashtray .

"In their cells they try everything workable to make it comfortable. Adorning all the rooms

Then do efforts to furnish it.

Putting ornaments n kitchen sets

Do we happy with that ?

Home of mind

Home of desires

Home of pain

Home of ego.

We live in sentiment then..

"Oh..sorry ". someone bumped their little table and made the coffee spilled on the floor.Before it also stain their clothes,both of them automatically hindered it to happen.

"I must leave soon.I'am  really sorry " he said that again .

" It's allright " .that's all they could say ,before the person dipped in worse diffidence.

 Nerida still has  faith in him .Even she feels unsafe in the grip of his past.Anyway, living on this crazy earth needs to be more tough .

This state of mind..

This homeland of new days ahead.

"Please give me roof   to stay for a while  ....." Zepp pleaded . Nerida looked at him oddly.

"Money is a sad invention for mankind. It is a trial and a human tragedy.. philosopher said so ."Zepp saying that whilst he paid the bill .He successfully persuaded the boss  of the cafe to release Nerida just for a couple of hours . Sure because the boss was Mer.

On the way he told her everything.. about the policemen who caught someone in a strange way and about an old man in the prison .. who reminded him of that figure they saw on the road from a far ..

They talked here and there, accompanied by coffee and junk food. Their conversation ranged from what happens if they are old  then they would question the value of money which continue to decline and the prices of goods which continued to skyrocketing.

After quite a long way,Zepp parked his car at a remote area.