Some months later,
I stayed there for so many times. I left, and I came back for matches. We maintained a routine to keep an eye. In someone's absence, one of us went and filled the gap. Sometimes, we got together and called a house party. I could not forget how we cooked together in the backyard while the buzzing sound of the music danced behind. Helped us to find a rhythm.
Silva remianed more busier each time. Some of them were shown up often, and a few of them stayed and left for matches. But there was only I, who spent time more than necessary. We all the Croatians have nice bondship with them. Silva is one of my favourite mates. I love him, I wonder if everybody does. He asked me once if I had any extra time to live there. I said yes- that's how I started remaining there, with them around. I only felt pleasure that I never wanted it to be a memory. I wanted to stay there forever, with them. I felt like I wouldn't have to care about anything in my life. If company, support, or bondship looked like this. I wondered, some months ago, I was just a teammate from another team. And now, they take me as one of them. It has been a huge pleasure to feel how they mix up with people. They are so nice with good hearts.
All the way, it was one day, when I was staying alone in the house. Received so many messages from the footballers. I did reply to all of them to make sure everything was going well with us. There were only two of us in his big resort. I was measuring the amount he spent behind it. I was amazed by the decoration, too. He has nice choices. Everything there was letting me feel it instant. He even did not leave a corner to show his decoration sense. It was a good side of him. While I was capturing the beauty of his backyard garden, he showed up. "Luka, what's up?" I looked back from the shoulders and smiled over him, strangely. "You got up so early. It is not evening." I told him, as he keeps walking on the grass in barefoot. He does not usually wake up so early. He took his lunch and went to fall asleep. He had been maintaining a tight schedule after everybody told him so. He could get punishment if he failed or was unable to do one. His face was saying it all. Today, it is only us to stay in the large resort. I was sure he was finding ways to cut some of the work.
"I don't know. Maybe my mind notified me - someone's broken into my garden-" "Wait, you can not piss me." I shouted after he pissed me off. "I joked," He tells me. Then pointed at my shoes, "Put it off. Feel the wet dew grass." I did as he said while he was holding my hands, helping me to get off those. I looked at him, watching him looking at my shoes. Did not catch me. When I put my feet on the grass, I felt the sensation of the soggy grasses. I smiled again. He noticed me if I felt it right, I gave the confirmation, "It feels good. I heard it is one kind of morning meditation. But it's afternoon -" "Yeah, the good thing is, it congealed again in the evening. And we are lucky to feel it now." He cut me off. He, all the time, ignored if someone spoke about any meditation. I noted it as the most hated thing he had usually. I laughed and let it go. I was trying to give him all the ways he wanted in a respect of other's absence. We kept walking on the grass together. I saw he hadn't loosened my hands. I looked at him, who was walking right beside me. I was capturing the moment in my eyes. Maybe that time, I was not seeing the flowers blooming around. I was seeing us. I was putting all the things on my memory. I did not feel the grass or the dew, I felt his hands were holding mine. I did not see the beauty of the lotus around us, I saw him beside me. Walking, smiling, feeling. I will never forget the moment. If negatives are contained with positives, positive one should look like it.