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15th June 2011, 11:35 PM
I was hanging around the park when I saw Sarah walking down the avenue (with burning cigarette in hand, I note), returning from work to her apartment. As she opens the gate of Poppelsdorfer Allee 197, suddenly a man appears out of nowhere and grabs her arm. What's that about? I quickly float over to take a closer look.
Sarah is startled and looks over her shoulder. A man in his 30s, a mixed blood of Chinese and Swiss, with jet black short hair and the same color suit holds her arm firmly with stern expression.
"Jesus, Heiko! What the hell do you want?" She barks.
"Hello, Sarah." He replies coldly. "You refused to take my calls, so I came here personally to see you."
"I don't want to talk to you, nor do I want to see you, basically I couldn't give a flying fuck whether you are dead or alive. Did you miss the memo?" She snickered sarcastically.
Ouch. You really could trust this girl for profanity and rudeness.
Heiko, the Chinese-Swiss man, isn't deterred by the rude treatment he receives. In contrary he presses his grip even stronger, until Sarah winces from pain. "Let me go, or I'll scream!" She threatens.
"Be my guest."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" Sarah doesn't waste a second to scream to her heart's content. Startled, Heiko lets go of his grip automatically. "Fuck you Sarah!" He swears. In response, Sarah gives him the finger. "Get lost, go back to Frankfurt. The sight of you makes me sick." She barks again.
This time his cold face looks really hurt. "How could you treat me like dirt after half a year of relationship?"
"Because you are an asshole!" She replies. "You treated me like dirt too when we were together, and I've had enough! Find somebody else to torture, you miserable loser."
"That's not true." He is now really hurt. "I always treated you with respect. Stop talking bullshit now."
"You fucking cheated on me!"
"We were fighting at that time, and I thought we broke up. You said you never wanted to see me again." Very much like this time then, I thought gleefully.
"What the hell, you've been a member of some dodgy sex club since forever. And you kept your membership even though we were together. You still deny that you are an asshole and a freak?" She blows a cloud of cigarette smoke on his face. "And you criticized my career choice and looked down on my Indonesian origin. 'You are making peanuts compared to my trading income'. 'Your Indonesian heritage probably hinders you from getting management position'. 'Most Indonesian women I saw here in Europe are uneducated immigrant wives of ugly Germans'. Do you expect me to shower you with love and affection when you look down on me?"
If that's true, then that Heiko guy is as mean as her. She probably really has met her match.
"I was being honest with my thoughts. Or do you prefer me to butter you up with white lies?" He retort back.
"You know what I actually prefer?" Sarah inches closer, her beautiful face is hot with anger. "I prefer to kick you off to a train track, and watch as your body is smashed in pieces by the coming train. A close second is to not bother with you anymore for the rest of my life." With that, she turns her back and slams the gate shut.
"I won't give up!" He shouts behind her. "I will keep pestering you until you return to me. Damn, we were made for each other, Sarah. I'm the best guy you'd ever find!"
Phew, what a drama. So this is Sarah Sasmita's match made in heaven. I take a look at their relationship in the past. He is an oil trader who works in Frankfurt. They met during Sarah's business trip in Spain last year. Physical attraction, the cold winter and gorgeous Barcelona quickly helped them to embark into a relationship. Not long after they found out that they were the mirror image of each other. He is just as rude and egocentric as she is, so they competed with each other. They both studied Finance but he managed to be a successful trader while she works in corporate as an auditor. They compared salaries, and as he made much more than she, he was glad that he won that area. They both were atheist, so they ridiculed religious people. They both are not pure German, he being a mixed blood between a Hong Kong born woman and Swiss man and she being an Indonesian, so they ridiculed the Germans and their quirks. But the racist remarks quickly turned to each other's races and it wasn't long before he criticised her skin color or nationality and she ridiculed his Chinese or Swiss heritage. But they both were also very attractive and passionate and big fights were usually followed by rampant lovemaking. When Sarah refused him, other women who were blinded by his looks and money threw themselves at him, and he didn't refuse.
I guess at some point Sarah was burned out from all that emotional rollercoaster that she called quit ("For real this time!" she shouted) and cut contacts with him. Living in separate cities made the separation easier for her. But his pride didn't allow him to be dumped, so he persistently chased Sarah to win her back. Whether it is for love, that's another story. But he is indeed crazy about her, and does not want to let her go.
The commotion outside makes Florian stick his head out of the front window. He sees Sarah walking down the building's front lawn to the main oak door. "Alles klar?" He asks her nicely. Sarah, in response to the inquiry from the stranger neighbour whom she never sees nor has interest in any sort (she doesn't like pure German types) blow a cloud of cigarette smoke at his direction.
Goodness, I wish she'd stop with that gesture. It's so mean and unnecessary. And Florian is such a nice guy. Actually she could learn a thing or two from him, like how to talk to other being without using profanity or how to appreciate the maker of the world.
After Sarah goes into the building, the heavy oak door opens and the 10 year old boy who saw me before comes out, together with his sensitive Labrador. I quickly float up as high as possible, but it's too late, the stupid dog sees me.
"Wooof!! Wooofff!!" The dog barks towards the sky.
The boy is alerted. He follows the dog's direction and freezes at his spot. He senses it again. The same creepy feeling that he sensed a few days before in the living room, it comes back again. His hair stand. He hugs his dog for comfort. "Who are you?" He asks towards the sky. "What do you want from me?"
Geez boy, it's not always all about you, OK?
"Are you Death?" He shakes in fear. "Am I gonna die?"
I quickly float back to the nearest oak tree at the park and lay low in there, before the boy turns mental.
***
Sarah is startled and looks over her shoulder. A man in his 30s, a mixed blood of Chinese and Swiss, with jet black short hair and the same color suit holds her arm firmly with stern expression.
"Jesus, Heiko! What the hell do you want?" She barks.
"Hello, Sarah." He replies coldly. "You refused to take my calls, so I came here personally to see you."
"I don't want to talk to you, nor do I want to see you, basically I couldn't give a flying fuck whether you are dead or alive. Did you miss the memo?" She snickered sarcastically.
Ouch. You really could trust this girl for profanity and rudeness.
Heiko, the Chinese-Swiss man, isn't deterred by the rude treatment he receives. In contrary he presses his grip even stronger, until Sarah winces from pain. "Let me go, or I'll scream!" She threatens.
"Be my guest."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" Sarah doesn't waste a second to scream to her heart's content. Startled, Heiko lets go of his grip automatically. "Fuck you Sarah!" He swears. In response, Sarah gives him the finger. "Get lost, go back to Frankfurt. The sight of you makes me sick." She barks again.
This time his cold face looks really hurt. "How could you treat me like dirt after half a year of relationship?"
"Because you are an asshole!" She replies. "You treated me like dirt too when we were together, and I've had enough! Find somebody else to torture, you miserable loser."
"That's not true." He is now really hurt. "I always treated you with respect. Stop talking bullshit now."
"You fucking cheated on me!"
"We were fighting at that time, and I thought we broke up. You said you never wanted to see me again." Very much like this time then, I thought gleefully.
"What the hell, you've been a member of some dodgy sex club since forever. And you kept your membership even though we were together. You still deny that you are an asshole and a freak?" She blows a cloud of cigarette smoke on his face. "And you criticized my career choice and looked down on my Indonesian origin. 'You are making peanuts compared to my trading income'. 'Your Indonesian heritage probably hinders you from getting management position'. 'Most Indonesian women I saw here in Europe are uneducated immigrant wives of ugly Germans'. Do you expect me to shower you with love and affection when you look down on me?"
If that's true, then that Heiko guy is as mean as her. She probably really has met her match.
"I was being honest with my thoughts. Or do you prefer me to butter you up with white lies?" He retort back.
"You know what I actually prefer?" Sarah inches closer, her beautiful face is hot with anger. "I prefer to kick you off to a train track, and watch as your body is smashed in pieces by the coming train. A close second is to not bother with you anymore for the rest of my life." With that, she turns her back and slams the gate shut.
"I won't give up!" He shouts behind her. "I will keep pestering you until you return to me. Damn, we were made for each other, Sarah. I'm the best guy you'd ever find!"
Phew, what a drama. So this is Sarah Sasmita's match made in heaven. I take a look at their relationship in the past. He is an oil trader who works in Frankfurt. They met during Sarah's business trip in Spain last year. Physical attraction, the cold winter and gorgeous Barcelona quickly helped them to embark into a relationship. Not long after they found out that they were the mirror image of each other. He is just as rude and egocentric as she is, so they competed with each other. They both studied Finance but he managed to be a successful trader while she works in corporate as an auditor. They compared salaries, and as he made much more than she, he was glad that he won that area. They both were atheist, so they ridiculed religious people. They both are not pure German, he being a mixed blood between a Hong Kong born woman and Swiss man and she being an Indonesian, so they ridiculed the Germans and their quirks. But the racist remarks quickly turned to each other's races and it wasn't long before he criticised her skin color or nationality and she ridiculed his Chinese or Swiss heritage. But they both were also very attractive and passionate and big fights were usually followed by rampant lovemaking. When Sarah refused him, other women who were blinded by his looks and money threw themselves at him, and he didn't refuse.
I guess at some point Sarah was burned out from all that emotional rollercoaster that she called quit ("For real this time!" she shouted) and cut contacts with him. Living in separate cities made the separation easier for her. But his pride didn't allow him to be dumped, so he persistently chased Sarah to win her back. Whether it is for love, that's another story. But he is indeed crazy about her, and does not want to let her go.
The commotion outside makes Florian stick his head out of the front window. He sees Sarah walking down the building's front lawn to the main oak door. "Alles klar?" He asks her nicely. Sarah, in response to the inquiry from the stranger neighbour whom she never sees nor has interest in any sort (she doesn't like pure German types) blow a cloud of cigarette smoke at his direction.
Goodness, I wish she'd stop with that gesture. It's so mean and unnecessary. And Florian is such a nice guy. Actually she could learn a thing or two from him, like how to talk to other being without using profanity or how to appreciate the maker of the world.
After Sarah goes into the building, the heavy oak door opens and the 10 year old boy who saw me before comes out, together with his sensitive Labrador. I quickly float up as high as possible, but it's too late, the stupid dog sees me.
"Wooof!! Wooofff!!" The dog barks towards the sky.
The boy is alerted. He follows the dog's direction and freezes at his spot. He senses it again. The same creepy feeling that he sensed a few days before in the living room, it comes back again. His hair stand. He hugs his dog for comfort. "Who are you?" He asks towards the sky. "What do you want from me?"
Geez boy, it's not always all about you, OK?
"Are you Death?" He shakes in fear. "Am I gonna die?"
I quickly float back to the nearest oak tree at the park and lay low in there, before the boy turns mental.
***