My phone rang when I was deep in sleep.
Without looking at the screen, I picked up the call,
thinking nobody else would be on the other line except
my darling mom. But...
H: Oi, apasal tak wish orang ha?
Me: *looking at the screen and swearing who the hell
is on the line*
Found out it was him.
And I answered...
Me: Oh, nantilah... wish dengan hadiah skali nanti.
Bagi alamat rumah lah ea?
H: Takyah lah, orang nak datang Segamat. Ada Karisma.
Boleh lah bawak orang jalan2 Segamat.
(Karisma is a sports event)
I laughed when I heard about him coming here.
It was few months ago when I saw the poster, got excited and
a thought came to my mind.
"H must be joining this. I'm going to see him! Tapi alamak,
it's on November lah. I won't be here anymore. Too bad."
The thought faded away within seconds.
Surprisingly, it is happening. I noticed one thing,
I didn't get excited anymore when he told me about it.
Probably because I'm no longer interested or
because I just woke up from sleep.
Then I realized, I am feeling excited because
I ask myself to think about it.
I am definitely confused.
ps: Too bad I didn't feel 'blooming' inside when he said
he is coming over. You know, the feeling which makes you feel
so beautiful, feeling which makes your world turns colorful.
I used to have that feeling.