it was blackout that day. and at 3 am, right after the light goin’ down; he calls. he sound panic. i heard his voice clearly, he say ‘please’.. then i’m about worrying him, anyway. something bad could happen to him. so, when he said that he will come to my place, i said ‘ok, be here’..

it was 3 am. he –the man that i used to call as my dearest friend is standing there, right in front of my house. i see him in darkness all around. i ask him ‘what happen? anything bad? you sound not feel good’.. he said ‘nothing, he just feel unwell’.. then i’ll keep asking him ’so, why are you here?’.. from what i remember, he just ’ssssttt me’ silent please.. owh owkey, i agree with him, we should be in silent anyway, again, it’s 3 am.

he ask me to hold his hand. i did. i thought that when i hold his hand; i might be giving him strength for whatever cases happen to him today. and then he started lay his head to my shoulder, but i’m getting uncomfortable by this. the only man that ever laying to my shoulder is my-manik-manik.. i said, sorry dear i’m not comfortable with this anyway.. sorry.. but he keep his head on my shoulder, so i move to another side.. he chase me.. hold my hands tight.. ughhh, this is getting weird though..

i say him ‘go home!, if you do things like this, go home!’ when he started saying words, i smelled something. unique scent. he’s drunk, i guess. so this is the reason why he’s out of his mind in this (really) early in the morning, at 3 am.

he’s trying to hug me, still need a shoulder to lay on. i can feel his breath through my neck. he seems so weak. well (never forget) too much alcohol making you weak than you’ve ever know. alcohol will take a control on you.

at the end, he wave his white-flag. he’s finally surrender. even that he still asking me a question.. ‘may i kiss your forehead? for friendship!’.. sorry dear, i can’t. just don’t. so he choose to ran his hands through my hair. that’s enough, i said.

hhhhh..
i have many ‘guy’ friends around me, but no one ever treat me like this before. made me both amaze and anger in the same time. i still don’t have any other clue except he’s might be too drunk. hahaha i am not his kind a girl.. maybe this is kind a joke, he making a joke on me, right dear???

but anyhow, it will change nothing! he still my friend, the dearest one.  i’m not gonna tell who is the man at 3 am, here i will let this be our secret.