believe myself. Me, the Wayfarer, traveler of worlds of fantasy got myself in
Pagford, a small town not too far from London.
the inter-city bus with my backpack on, I walked towards Pagford Square. As I
set foot on the pavement there, I felt envigored by the fresh air that caressed
my lungs. I looked around.
is,” I muttered, walking towards a building just ahead.
Instead of an
inn, I went into a café and sat in a corner. My legs were killing me.
around and talked aloud, “Oi, waiter?” But no one came.
guests sitting on the bar and tables looked adamant – they were just busy with
themselves, reading a book, sipping coffee and talked with each other.
Just then, a
girl came half-running towards my table. She was dark-skinned and about
sixteen, wearing a white dress and an apron.
“Ah, I’m so
sorry, sir. Just got busy out back with my boss giving me tasks,” said the
waitress. “We’re kind of short-handed right now. Well, what would you like,
patiently, I said, “One hot Hazelnut Latte and a slice of your Homemade Bacon
sir!” The waitress dashed towards the counter.
It took her
long to finally presenting me with my orders. Yet, I thanked her and began to
dig into my meal.
not from around here, are you sir?” said the waitress almost abruptly, with a
chewing with a ready answer, “Well, that’s obvious, from my backpack, my
accent, my looks and all.” Elementary, Watson.
“And not from
“Mind if I
She sat and
extended a hand. “I’m Sukhvinder. What’s your name?”
“Just call me
Andy,” I said. “Mind if I call you ‘Suvi’?”
yeah.” Suvi smiled. “Where are you from?”
like, the capital of Indonesia?”
eyes and nostrils widened with interest. “So, tell me, what brought you from
Jakarta all the way here, to Pagford? Let me guess, is it because of Joanne’s
straightforward question deserved a straight answer. “Partly, yes.”
“I knew it,”
said Suvi with a frown. “And the other part might be…”
“To meet and
talk with a Pagford citizen in that story. You, for one.” I pointed at her with
“Me? I…” The
young girl seemed distraught all of a sudden. “If it’s about the Casual Vacancy
incident, everything I want to say to you are written in Joanne’s book. No
less, no more.”
okay, you don’t have to recite the whole story.” I soothed her frown with a
smile. “Just a casual meet-and-greet. I’ve already got everything I need from
that you meet one of us here, I want you to know what you’ve got from Joanne’s
straight at Suvi’s eyes. “Firstly, I want to say this. ‘God is in everyone’s
soul, yet society tends to seek the devil within’.”
‘politics’ come in the picture, all hell breaks loose.”
fell silent. Something in my words must’ve triggered something inside her. My
guess is it was an unpleasant, painful, if not traumatizing memory. The memory
of friends came and gone. Of trust gained and lost, and even lives lost.
Of innocent, everyday
people turned into “monsters” when their secrets were unraveled by
The_Ghost_of_Barry_Fairbrother. Who was to blame? The so-called “ghost”? The
Casual Vacancy of political power? In a small, almost rural town of Pagford?
From Pagford with love
Sukhvinder, her tone turned more serious. “The past incident have brought the
worst from some people and the best from some other. But then, who’s the real
culprit and the real hero here? All we can see are the victims and… the people
who pulled the trigger…”