i was ecstatic when i learnt that my compo had managed to make its way into the compilation of compositions of my batch which my principal had compiled for us, supposedly meant to prepare us for our O levels which looms just days away from the written paper. either ways.. some of my juniors had requested me to post this compo up.. so here it is.. =)


Rejection

The stony silence was broken: the shrilly ringing of my alarm clock pierced through the air. As I opened my eyelids, a reddish blur obscured my vision paving the way for a spectrum of colours to eventually enter and grant me sight. Reddish-orange rays of the sun had penetrated through my windows and illuminated my air-conditioned room, truly a sight for sore eyes. Sitting up, still draped in yesterday'’s outfit, I tried to recall what had happened yesterday after heading to the pub. It was nothing short of a miracle that I had made it back home myself.

I staggered towards my dressing table, scrutinizing the mirror trying to identify the hideous monster that stared back at me. Its messy dishevelled hair, unbuttoned shirt and loose tie did not resemble me at all. Being frustrated at the image, my fists slammed down hard onto the dressing table causing my cologne to fall off the table, its contents spilling all over the carpeted floor.

Taking off my shirt, a scar stretching across my abdomen stood out outstandingly, reminding me of the ups and downs we went through together as a couple. How I wished she could just wrap her hands around me like she always did.

We were in our perspective a match made in heaven, destined to be with each other since our last life. There was nothing that could come between us except death itself. I had been scared out of my wits when I was informed of my wifeÂ's kidney condition; she needed a transplant desperately and might pass on to the next world anytime. Call it luck or fate but I believe that it was our love that made it possible for me to be a suitable donor.

Then again, it seemed too smooth sailing for the both of us. True enough I saw her collapsed on the kitchen floor when I returned from work one day, kettle whistling and a shattered cup lay in fragments a few feet away from her. Her hand grabbed her abdomen, face struggling in agony as beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks. Doctors informed me that my kidney has been rejected by her body; there was little hope of her survival. I gaped, dumbstruck by the sudden news of her inevitable death. My eyes grew teary.

My heart shattered when I stepped into her ward, doctors attending to her inserted a needle into her vein starting the dialysis process. I have never seen her with so many machines before. Blood was slowly drained out of her body and "“purified"” in the dialysis machine, lengthening her life with each second. Even so, her life hung by the thread as her condition was worst than doctors had initially predicted.

"“Hi dear. How are you doing?"” I asked, trying hard to hide the sadness that welled up within me.
"I'’m fine dear."” she responded with some difficultly, flashing her bright smile at me. "What did the doctor say?"”
Â"He said you are going to be just fine, don'’t worry so much okay?"” I lied, trying hard holding back my tears.
"“You'’re lying," she uttered, turning her back towards me, clearly an indication she wanted an apology and the truth.
"“You'’re going to die soon!" I blurted out; a chilly gust of wind blew into the ward. Tears streamed down my cheek as I rushed to her side, crying on her shoulder.
Placing her hand on my head, "No point crying dear, I've seen this coming. It was only a matter of time."” she said comforting me.
Grabbing her hand, we stared into each others eyes, perceiving that we will get past this obstacle as we have so many times before.

I can never erase that night from my memories; a long beep sound was heard in the dead of the silence. Doctors rushed to revive her; I simply retreated from my seat and stared out of the window, staring at the full moon. A solitary, dusty raven flew up and into the night sky with a bitter croak.

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Yau Lih Ren Kenneth
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(10:28 AM)