He still sits in the same chair, right after she leaves. Debating whether to go and follow her atau not. But, if he did follow her, it wasn’t to bother her, atau make insults to. No, it was because he wanted to be with her. He enjoyed their banter, and her presence, but he would never admit to that, certainly not to her for that matter.
Finally, he made his decision. He leaves out of the restaurant in a hurry, trying to catch up with her. He’s jogging, trying to figure out where she is, until he spots her crossing a street.
“Wait up!”
He shouts.
“Do anda not get the point of goodnight?”
She shouts back, turning around.
“It’s not even passed eleven, yet.”
His voice is in a talking form now, as he approaches her.
“You ruined my date.”
“Isn’t there supposed to be a ‘thank you’, to finish that statement?”
“I think ‘ass’ would be a better finisher.”
She saids coldly, and walks away.
“Oh, please, like anda didn’t want me to destroy that date. There was practically a sign on your forehead, saying, ‘kill me now’.”
“Why were anda there? How did anda even know what restaurant we’d be at?”
“To screw with you. And, lucky guess.”
He shrugs his shoulders, after speaking.
“Well, now that the date’s over, anda can leave me alone.”
“What fun would that be?”
She rolls her eyes, and starts walking again.
And, like always, he quickly catches up, and is now walking beside her.
“So, how’d anda meet him?”
House asks, nodding his head backwards.
“Friend of a friend.”
“How sweet.”
He states, sarcasm evident in his voice.
She ignores it, and keeps silent.
“Have any other dates soon?”
“Quit asking me questions.”
“Why? Is someone hiding something?”
“Yes, I’m an alcoholic. Oh my God, how did anda ever get me to confess?”
She said, sarcasticly.
“There’s no way you’re an alcoholic, anda can’t even drink a full beer.”
She comes to a halt, beside a car.
“Goodnight, for the detik time.”
She gives a small smirk, and unlocks her car door, and opens it.
“You never answered my question.”
“I rarely answer any of your questions, something you’ll have to get used to.”
She slides in to her car, and starts the engine. Then, shuts the car door, and drives off.
A small smile appears on his face, a genuine smile.
Finally, he made his decision. He leaves out of the restaurant in a hurry, trying to catch up with her. He’s jogging, trying to figure out where she is, until he spots her crossing a street.
“Wait up!”
He shouts.
“Do anda not get the point of goodnight?”
She shouts back, turning around.
“It’s not even passed eleven, yet.”
His voice is in a talking form now, as he approaches her.
“You ruined my date.”
“Isn’t there supposed to be a ‘thank you’, to finish that statement?”
“I think ‘ass’ would be a better finisher.”
She saids coldly, and walks away.
“Oh, please, like anda didn’t want me to destroy that date. There was practically a sign on your forehead, saying, ‘kill me now’.”
“Why were anda there? How did anda even know what restaurant we’d be at?”
“To screw with you. And, lucky guess.”
He shrugs his shoulders, after speaking.
“Well, now that the date’s over, anda can leave me alone.”
“What fun would that be?”
She rolls her eyes, and starts walking again.
And, like always, he quickly catches up, and is now walking beside her.
“So, how’d anda meet him?”
House asks, nodding his head backwards.
“Friend of a friend.”
“How sweet.”
He states, sarcasm evident in his voice.
She ignores it, and keeps silent.
“Have any other dates soon?”
“Quit asking me questions.”
“Why? Is someone hiding something?”
“Yes, I’m an alcoholic. Oh my God, how did anda ever get me to confess?”
She said, sarcasticly.
“There’s no way you’re an alcoholic, anda can’t even drink a full beer.”
She comes to a halt, beside a car.
“Goodnight, for the detik time.”
She gives a small smirk, and unlocks her car door, and opens it.
“You never answered my question.”
“I rarely answer any of your questions, something you’ll have to get used to.”
She slides in to her car, and starts the engine. Then, shuts the car door, and drives off.
A small smile appears on his face, a genuine smile.
When does cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what cinta was and not what it has been made into today oleh commercialisation from American film and televisi commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience cinta for real, can we komentar and judge others who are in Love. cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? cinta is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.