“We’ve still got wine from a few weeks ago.” Adnan’s voice came from behind, after a loud thud of the door was heard.
“White?” Nadia confirms, sitting straight after laying down under the night sky.
“Chardonnay.” With a loud pop, Adnan took out the cork and poured the wine to two glasses. “For you,” he gave one to Nadia, “and I,” taking the other.
They sipped the wine in silence, only bustling noise of the city underneath them was what kept them sane. It’s often to see that one of them was looking at the other while taking a sip, the lookee being immersed in their drink to notice.
“And to think this was just 50 bucks.” Nadia commented.
“I know, right.” Adnan winked at his girlfriend, and she was sheepish — to say the least.
They emptied half of the bottle before resettling upon their blanket — Adnan’s bigger arms becomes an alternative pillow for both, while their legs are tangled together.
The sky was beautiful; it was clear. Their apartment building had no neon lights or whatsoever on top, and it is fairly tall, being 17 storeys up from the ground. It was great.
They could see the Capricorn constellation; a fact Nadia brought up as she looked upon her lover’s face and pointed at the stars, and when he looked up, she stole a kiss on his cheek.
They giggled like 14-year-olds, and settled to look at each other’s eyes.
“What is god, really?” Nadia suddenly asked.
“Huh?” Adnan raised an eyebrow — startled.
“God. What is — he, her, them, it. How… it’s not that I can make sure he’s up there, like the stars.” She looked back up to the sky, biting her lip. “Don’t give me the brain debate — cut open my head and I’ll present you it in a silver platter. But cut open the sky and… you’ll probably just look at the vast emptiness of space. So… where is God? Is he — Is God there?”
“That’s actually the whole point of believing in god, or gods, for that matter.” Adnan responded. “You just… put your faith in an entity you don’t know exist. Just, believe that he does — or they do.”
“One, in your case.” Nadia interrupted.
“True,” the boy played with his religious emblem around his neck, “but yeah, I’ve been there. Wondering. I just… end up placing my faith in Him, again. It’s irrational. But that’s the whole point. The believing in god thing — that’s actually the true trial, I think. Living your whole life on Earth, He put you up in a test if you can keep Him around your thoughts.”
“What if you die and you don’t go to his afterlife?” she asked again.
“It’s okay. Sure, it could be considered a waste of time of my life, but at least I tried.” Adnan smiled at her. “I know it’s kinda illogical and irrational in your part. It’s okay.” He kissed her forehead.
“I hope it’s not inappropriate. I just… people say god is up there, but how? It’s scientifically impossible.” She shrugged. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he squeezed around her neck, pulling her closer to his body. “Believing in the impossible is the main gig about this stuff. I do hope you get it one day, but if you don’t….”
He shrugged, then rolled over to look directly to her face. “I’ll still love you.”
Nadia smiled back and said, “I love you too.”
They shared a kiss under the moonlight, took turns in admiring each other, and laid there — sometimes talking, sometimes not — until dawn breaks.
Still in love, despite differences in beliefs.
. (d. 17/6/10, 1am.)
