HE sits on the couch. He knows he was lied to, knows he was taken for granted, knows he was humble, knows he lost everything, knows he could no longer smile one more time.
He knows he will cry as soon as the song reaches the chorus bai mi diriman tasol.
He knows he did everything to sustain it, knows he showed he cared.
As he listened to this Tarvine Toune song called Riah, he reminisces about all the girls who had broken his heart.
Every time he asked her out, every time he tried to be nice, every time he was sweet…. She would always come up with excuses.
The thoughts of where he went wrong, what he should do, why the rejection, whether em nogut o?
Call it self-pity, call wondering, or day-dreaming, or remorse.
A guy must be strong and tough. A guy must believe in every girl he ever asks out, but….
Tears of misfortune, tears of broken promises, tears of sacrifice, tears of embarrassment, tears of putting himself down, tears for all the affection he gave.
In his dreams he saw the angel.
He searched far and wide, across the seas of the Bismarck, around the Manus islands, the island of Musau and many more of the bilas peles karanas….
Across to the beautiful mystical atolls of the Autonomous Region, thence to the Motuan mermaid coast, the slipping volcanic ash of Tavurvur, the modern jewel of Kinabot, the abandoned island of Manam….
Then the misty highlands of Chimbu, na ples tu stap klostu lo Enga, aburusim Kandep, go lo Banz Jiwaka luksave lo mauten Giluwe, then setting sail to fly and swim the banks of the mighty Sepik River, to the road and ending up at 37.
Being battered, beaten, chewed and spat out.
Sapos wanem hap angel stap lo em, toksave samting bata ya woklo painim em yet....
If an angel is there, tell me if you have found her yet….