Roommate

Back when I was in high school, I never had a roommate that I can get along well. Not that we had a fight, it just that we don't have a "chemistry" between us. But not until when I was Form 5 (17 years old) that I had a roommate that is one of my closest friends. By closest friends, I will refer to the friends that I played basketball together with. We are all very close at that time, even until the school ended. This friend of mine, let call him Arif (not the real name), is very one of a kind friend of mine. When we were Form 4, his partition is just beside mine, so we share stories a lot. During earlier Form 5, I thought that it was my happiest year of all because I finally have a roommate that I can get along with.

Well, that was what I thought anyway. Everything was turned around just because of one reason. He had a girlfriend, and she is one year younger than us (Form 4). Of course, I didn't really mind them because...well everyone has feelings. I really didn't care about his relationship that much, I mean I didn't really asked what I shouldn't ask, but at least I hear if he has something to tell me.

But he started to irritated me when everything that he did only about his girlfriend. They will meet like at least once a day (even for only like a minute), on phone every night where he will go to a room where there is no one else and cover his head with a pillow, and also on phone every morning before the morning assembly. That doesn't even include the total time he held to his phone and keep typing messages. Usually, I don't really care. But I just cannot bear it when a guy did everything just for his girl. I felt very uneasy because it was just too much. I never intended to just silent and keep myself away from him, but I did.

Since that moment, like earlier in the first semester, I never talk to him, and didn't even care to catch a glimpse of him. When playing basketball, I forgot his presence in the team or opposite team, unless I NEED to. I only talked to him on a few occasion. I even just a so-so reply when he talked to me. I didn't know how did I survive doing that for almost one whole semester.

I don't remember exactly when, but I started to accept the somewhat new him. I think that deep in my heart, I had already forgiven him. The second semester started greater, and we are on a good term again.

When think back about what I did, I don't know if it just me who being ignorant. Maybe I took things seriously when I shouldn't. I know it was my fault too. I hope I learnt my lesson at that time. After all, we shouldn't make enemies.