My best friend was mad at me . 1 could see the anger in her eyes like a black cloud ready for a thunderstorm. It was five years ago, January 7th ,a sunny warm day at about 10:00 AM, I met her at the bus stop after waiting for an hour. Walt In our three years friendship, I saw her get angry many times, but not like on that day. I said sorry more than a thousand times ; I heard no response form her. She was just walking on the side of the road with a sad face,and I was trying to convince her.
She always used to say ” Penumbra you are my only friend who can understand me better than my family. ” But I failed to be her best friend that day. I had no Idea what was going wrong on her mind . While walking for hours with her, I heard many vehicles passing us but not even a word form her mouth . I was afraid that I would lose my best friend ,whom I loved since the first sight. But she never got a view about my love even though we were friends for three years. I saw her first at bus stop when I was sixteen, just for few minutes,but she sat in my memory. She was talking with her friend.
I did not know who she was and where she lived. She was in loose brown trouser and light pink T-shirt with a smiling face. We both saw each other for a while like we knew each other. I never saw her in my school life . She was like a beautiful angel that I used to dream. Actually I feel love first time in my life at that time. L could hardly sleep couple hours at that night because only the picture of the beautiful angel was in my mind. After high school, I went to business school for a two years accounting degree. It is still fresh in my mind, the first orientation class: I saw the same beautiful angel.
I quickly recalled my memory and talked with myself, “Is she the same girl that I saw on the bus stop when I was sixteen? Yes, she is the same angel. ” I was so excited and happy to be her classmate . Those campus days were so interesting and beautiful. I did not know what magic she had she looked different and unique. She had different behavior and style, she was always surrounded by friends. I was friendly. L never tried to speak with her because I was little bit shy with girls. She always gave me a simple smile whenever I saw her. In return,’ also used to smile for first three months of our class.
I do not know the exact date when she began to speak with me and became my best friend. She was not good in mathematics. L used to help her to solve business calculus and accounting homework problems. I Just remember her words “Penumbra why are you so helpful and never get angry? ” I always saw you other friends also used to ask me,”When was the last time you got angry? ” I believe my smiling face and helpful behavior made her my best friend. Although she became my best friend more than two years, I never made her feel that I loved her. She never trusted a man and never wanted to be loved by someone.
She was Just waltzing for a handsome person with whom she could feel love at first sight. I did not want to lose my best friend,so I never told her”‘ love you”. Those days were beautiful and memorable. After graduation the two year accounting degree I got an accounting job meet every day after the work at the bus stop and came back home talking every accounting problem that we faced in work and many other interesting subjects. We always went for dinner whenever we got our paycheck. Oneida,because of a field work I ride bus from other bus stop with my boss. Hen we reached the bus stop here She was waiting me for an hour. I was in bus and looking for her to give hand to ride in the bus, at the moment my boss asked something about the field work . But the wrong thing happened I was talking with the boss, I missed to give her hand to ride the bus. The bus passed her , and she did not get a ride in the bus. I was so foolish: I did not come back to her,but she waited there up to late night Just thinking I would be back to pick up her. Later I realized my mistake and called her to say sorry,but she turned off her phone. Next day early in the morning.
I went to her mom, but she was so angry and did not want to see my face. So I left a message that I would be waiting for her at same time and at same bus stop. I waited her more than a hour every day, but she did not come to the bus stop for a week. ‘ was so deposited so I decided to move the other city and sent her the massage that I am moving on Saturday if she want she could meet me only tomorrow at the same bus stop. Next day, after hours of waiting she arrived in blue Jeans with creamy top. We went for a walk. She did not reply a word,although I tried thousand ways to show I was sorry for the incident.
God is great, he created such a situation that I was walking carelessly, a stupid motorbike rider was Just back of me to hit me down. But she pulled me aside and save me . Then she hugged me and spoke with crying,” I care you more than I do for my self, you are only one that trust but you.. Then I realized that she also loved me. With courage I asked her,”Do you love me ? I heard the million-dollar word yes I do,”. She is my best friend and my first love. We still love and respect each other. Although she is far across the world in my home country Nepal. She never forgets to call me every week. She is waiting Just for me..