Hidup Seperti Larry Artinya Novels & Stories

That’s when I hear the voice I never wanted to hear again. “Lana?” I look up. Larry. Sitting at a corner table with two friends, coffee in hand, grin spreading like he just won the lottery. He stands up fast, chair scraping loud. “Holy shit, it’s really you.” I don’t smile. “Larry.” He walks over, too close, smelling like cheap cologne and entitlement. “You look… different. Good different. Where’ve you been hiding?” I cross my arms. “Not hiding. Just living.”

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

Larry nodded, "His name is Lawrie. He's as cute as I am, but he can't run as fast as I can because he's sick. He also needs to take medicine and get shots. It's so sad, I don't ever want to be sick anymore." "Larry, if you don't want to get sick, you need to take care of yourself and not be picky with food, do you understand?" Karen was not aware of what illness Lawrie had. She did not give much thought to the matter as she assumed that his ailment was not something critical, such as a cold or a stomachache. Larry answered obediently, "Yes, I know."

She unsuccessfully tried to close the door. Larry smiled and made himself welcome, throwing the door open and stepping into her house. "What what do you want?" Shirley spluttered. "I decided to break my routine today and see what your life is like. I'm Itching to spill blood. I want to feel somebody's dying breath, while I submerge my claws into their chest. I want to feel warm blood splash on my face. But Larry has been using non violent means to end his victims. It's driving me crazy. He also has a vicious conscience that holds me down. So now I'm in control, I decided to play on my own."

“Here's your room. You're going to be staying here till you want to return to school again, Larry.” “Seriously, I need to be a billionaire soon.” Larry joked as we stepped into the room and I laughed. “Yeah, you should.” I replied. “Alright, I'm going to leave you to set your things. I'll be downstairs.” I added, clapping my hands as I turned to leave when he called again. “Laura.” “Yes, Larry?” I turned to him. “Do you... Do you live here? I mean, do you find peace of mind here? You don't want to go back to your old life?”

We looked like a family that belonged together, a family that existed outside the orbit of scandal and strategy. I felt a lump form in my throat, thick and painful. I had spent so much time painting Larry as the villain in my story, the cold, calculating architect of my misery. But looking at this photo, hidden away on his private desk where only he could see it, the image cracked. Larry wasn’t a monster. He was a man who was so terrified of losing what he had that he didn’t know how to hold onto it without crushing it. He was a man who watched his life from the sidelines, capturing moments of joy because he didn't know how to step into them.

I’d been sorting through it in therapy, but I still felt a sting in my heart every time I thought about the fact that he was gone. “You only get one shot at life,” Larry continued. “And I’m afraid you’re fucking yours up.” Oh. I hadn’t expected that. That was a little harsh, wasn’t it? Larry only paused briefly though before continuing. “Not to fear though. We all fuck up sometimes. And I want you to know that no matter the mess you’ve made, you can always clean it up.

Am I acting like an artist? Larry replies, Sorry, I did not keep my eye out that you are acting like an artist. Maybe, the illness that you have: not normal. Like this time, I have beaten the drum that you are well. Honestly, I got confused. Now, can I hold your shoulder and arm?

Eventually, the baby talk was forgotten when Larry finally showed up at dinner time. We talked about Perry’s job, about the Taheri family, and about our future move. Larry said that he was happy for our future though I could see that he was not looking forward to living alone in his empty house and going back to drowning his future in his work. I felt sorry for Larry and didn’t know what to do when the time came for us to move to New York.

“It’s nothing, I was just thinking about my mom is all.” Larry tears up. He actually does, in fact, he starts bawling. “I miss my mom and dad too! I miss mom’s spaghetti Bolognese…and…and..her leftover meatloaf…and…oh my goddess! Mom’s Hawaiian pizza! It’s her signature dish…mppph!” “Shuuushhhh!” I say as I quickly slap my palm over his mouth. “Not so loud, you doufus! They might hear us!” Larry pushes my hand away and wipes the drool from his lips. “You know what, Hope? You have the face of an angel but you speak like the devil.”