The Mosquito
Love. Time. Priorities. The story continues on where we last left the two bugs talking about love in a Paradise at the city’s heart. We now know the tale of the ant who loved a butterfly. We know that some questions do not need some answers. The ant continues to muse at the vast sky. But the blue curtains suddenly turned into gray and the butterflies flew away. Nature has played its mournful song and the rain seems to be its tears.
“Hurry! Let’s move to the high ground” the ant suggested to the mosquito.
“No, I have a better idea” The mosquito held the ant with his hands and flew to the tree’s branches. Both watched the innumerable droplets shower.
“You? How about you?” the ant breaks the dead air.
“Huh? What about me?”
“Have you had your own story?”
“Oh… my story? You see it’s… hehe…”
“C’mon, it’s unfair. You knew mine so maybe it is just right to tell yours. Blurt it out, I will listen.”
“I also loved a girl, a mosquito of course… no… I mean I still love her… somehow, I found my strength to tell her how I feel for her.”
The mosquito’s face became more serious.
“Oh… now, what’s with the long face?”
“It’s the proboscis, man…” The mosquito feigned a smile while later redoubled into a sullen mope. He took a deep sigh and then continued on talking. “You know, I’m the man who takes risks. I am not the person who will undertake things only if he is sure that they will turn out as he desires.
He paused for a while. He closed his eyes to feel the breeze of the wind.
“Maybe it is not good to expect for something in return but I unconsciously find myself hoping. I know I made some efforts though I may admit they are not impressive. It is just so hard to read her mind and I’m not a mind reader. I just don’t know…”
“Uhm..”
“You know, female mosquitoes are above us males. They have more responsibilities than we do. That is the status quo and I cannot do something about it. And I don’t want to get on her way. I don’t want to derange her plans. I don’t want to be the one who will drag her down. I just can’t help it… all she have to do is to tell me. I gladly will listen… I have a feeling that I know what she will tell me. I feel afraid but I must not. But I’m ready. I made myself ready.”
“So, it means you’re letting her go?”
“No. Not yet. I’m still holding onto something. But if it’s for the sake of the both of us…” The mosquito took another deep breath then he continues. “Sacrifices have to be made when we have to follow our hearts’ deepest desires. And I love her…”
The ant was so amazed by what the mosquito have told him. He found it amazing to see how a lively mosquito he had met a while ago is now a mosquito trying to feign a smile on his face. By the time they finished their talk, the sky has stopped crying. But the mosquito had his hard time trying to contain his tears.
