Chapter 98: Chapter 98

An Arabian lady who washed her hands next to me just talked to me, I bet she’s in the same age as Lena. “Mmm, Alanza Baheera, you can call me Zaza or Z. Do you need some help?” She literally introduces herself to me. “Huk, huk… I’m okay” I respond then I rinse my mouth after. “Are you sure?” She asks. “Yeah, I’m alright. I’m gonna back to my bunk now” I say as I wipe my mouth. “Let me walk you home” She takes my hand and places my arm on her shoulder.

“Thanks…” I say. The woman walks me to my cell, she’s a nice lady. I do not expect there’s a nice woman like her live in this horrible place, except if she’s from the A or B block. “Where are you from?” I ask. “Tunisia” She replies. “Oh, I mean your cell… but thanks for that information” I laugh softly knowing that I literally asked her an unclear question. “Ahh right, I’m from B block” She chuckles.

“Ugh, I walked you but I don’t know where to go, where is your actual cell?” She asks, she literally facing my face as my arm on her shoulder. “My cell is literally in front of us, I’m from the A block” I respond. “Mmm-hmm” She hums. We make our way to my cell which is literally just 15 feet from us, she lies me down to my bunk and I place my head on my prison pillow. “You felt better?” She asks. “Yeah, I guess” I say.

The woman sits at my bedside next to me, she covers me with the prison sheet. “Thanks…” I thank her and smile. “It’s what human does” She laughs softly. “Uh, I never see you around? Are you new in here?” She asks with a raised brow. “Mmm-hmm yeah, I just got here 30 minutes ago” I reply. “Do you want some water or something?” She offers me. “N-no n-no, I’m good, thanks” I refuse, I don’t want to make more trouble.

“Mmm right” She sighs. The woman starts looking around my cell, she looks up to the ceiling and goes down to the prison floor. “This place is so clean and cozy!” She surprises. “Are you alone here?” She asks. “Yes… I’m alone” I answer in confusion with a raised brow. “I think you had the same room as mine” I say. “Oh, no… I mean, the room is pretty same, but we got a bunkmate in B block. One room for two people” She explains.

“You know, bunkmate sometimes doesn’t know how to clean, you know what I mean…” She chuckles and she literally teasing her cellmate. “But living alone like this, ugh…” She groans. “It’s a pleasure for me” She ends, she's stretching her body after. “I- I thought you guys paid for the room, I-I don’t get it” I respond in confusion. “Yeah, we does! But the tariff is different from the A” She says. “Huh, anyway… nice to meet you!” She runs her hand to me.

“I’m Maia… nice to meet you too” I shook her hand. “You’re Alanza, right?” I ask her again to make sure that I’m right. “Yep…” She responds. “You have to come to my cell sometimes, I had a bunch of paintings placed on my wall, people say that can relax your eyes” She ends. “Ah, right… I will” I laugh softly. “Alright, I should go. It’s kind of late, you have to get some rest” She says. “See you later” She up from my bedside and smiles.

She makes her way out of my room and leaves me, but before she reaches the door, I call her and thank her once again. “Hey, Z. Thanks…” I smile from my bunk as my eyes look at her. “You’re welcome, Maia” She replies with a sweet smile on her face and she leaves my room after. I can’t believe there’s a nice woman like her in here, it possibly happens because she’s from B block. She probably not a criminal like me, we just fucked up and end up here.

Zaza is a gorgeous woman, she has brown hair and a pair of beautiful almond green Arabian eyes. She’s tall, but Lena is taller than her. She wears the same prison uniform as mine, the navy one and boots. She has medium-thick hair with a few curls at the bottom of her hair, she has pale skin with a rosy thin-lipped. “Ugh… shit!” I groan, my head hurts again. It hurts me like I’m riding a roller coaster when I was ten.

I lowering my body and scanning a good position for me to lie down on my prison bunk, the bed is not that bad, it still cozy even though if its thickness is only 20 centimeters. I take my blanket with me and my small thick pillow, at least I could sleep well with my cozy pink fur blanket and pillow which I brought from home. No matter how well I sleep in here, and how good I felt after I avoid my wedding and parents, I still miss my home.

I miss being with people who care about me, this place will be a nice quiet place for me, it will be my last freedom place before I marry Ben. This place called prison, the place where people locked together, but I feel like this place is the only nicest escaping place for me after a long tiring life of me. I lay on my prison bed and relaxing, my eyes point to the ceiling and I staring at the empty ceiling on top of me.

“Where are you, Lena?”

“Do you miss me?”

Those are the only words in my brain now, I feel like she’s not far from me, I feel like she’s right here with me, in my heart. It must just a little rest of connection and my feelings for her. I miss her so much, and if I could take the moon for her to forgive me, I might take the moon. I miss her and that it hurts, after all the time I passed, I still find myself missing her every minute of each hour, each hour in a day, every single day of each week, every week of the month, and every month of the year.

There’s not a single moment in any day that I don’t find myself missing her. When I close my eyes, I see her there. But when I open them, I see nothing there, then I realize how much I miss her, and I hope the universe will bring us back together again, no matter how long it takes. I know that I love her because of how much I miss her. I wonder if she misses me as much as I miss her and I hope she still loves me and forgives me.

Missing her is something that comes in waves, and tonight I’m just drowning. Nothing makes a room emptier than wishing that she were in it. I mean, not in prison. I prefer something tropical like laying on the white sand beach in Phuket, drinking our favorite margaritas, and laughing at ourselves under the palm trees. I feel bad for myself because I made a terrible thing to Lena and followed my ego, and I’m so sorry for that. I can’t even forgive myself till now.

“Ughh…” My head hurts. I suffer a headache for a decade and it’s getting worse since last week. I turn around and facing the prison wall, looking at the empty white wall and massaging my head a little bit as my mind keeps thinking about Lena. I hope she’s happy now, I hope she finds someone who can love her no matter what, someone who will never leave her like I did, someone who will always be with her and take care of her for the rest of her life.