ironic ‘08 part deux (II)

OMG!! Nvr thought this blog cld b such a hit about me n R???

guess these ppl really indulge in scandals!!!! shame on u!!

since d last entry ppl bugged me to continue. i’ve been procrastinatin the continuation. x that i’ve forgotten the fateful event, it’s just that i’ve felt uncomfortable tellin the world what a badass bi-yatch I am.

Anyway, there r few things i need to make clear about my history with R. Here goes:

1. we knew each other thru my best friend in hi-school.
2. we gt serious after SPM.
3. we cont our r/ship til after i gt into ‘U’.
4. yes, he proposed to me….b4 I broke up with Him.

There. I answered MOST of ur questions. Satisfied? Haha…made u guys ticked lil bit there, didn’t I?

Well, where did I left u guys wonderin? Oh yeah…he invited me in. Did I accept his offer?

Frankly, I was still beyond bliss after our last confrontation where he left me in confusion. I was shaking with angst waitin to explode. He gt the guts to speak to me with such an ease and in a graceful way a vampire would to lure u into their lair!!

The house. The one where I parked my car unconsciously. It is his parents’ house. He was staying elsewhere. The parents were elsewhere also. He was just stopping by to drop his sister along the way. This is as much as I got frm him. Outside of his house. At the gate, to be precise.

The minute he popped the invitation again, I was utterly afraid. My heart was pounding. Really-really fast. My body was moving thru the gate. But my mind was screaming what the f*** r u doing??? get outta there nowww! idiot!!!

I stopped. Turned around and said it loud n clear. “This is a mistake. I shouldn’t. Really. Your parents not here.”

He just stared at me with his poker face n said: “It’s fine. W is here. (his sis) B’sides, I need to show you somethin.”

With that simple explanation, I walked in. Trying hard to push aside the hard voice in my head : Back out!! Back Out!!!!

As I stepped inside the hall, which was very nicely n elegantly decorated, with antique furnitures, couple of famous artworks(both international n local), n d floors were lavishly carpeted. It’d changed since d last time I visited his home. Which was like…more than thirteen yrs ago? Wow! I actually just went thru a nostalgic moment!

Cripes! This is worse than I thought. I shld turn back n head home now.

As I cowardly turned around, I realized it was too late then. He was already there with cold drinks, beaming sexily at me. (oh boy! This is really a bad idea…)

So, I decided to just f*** it all, n enjoy d moment. Finally, I figured, I really didn’t want to give this VERY nice guy any more hard time. I shld just grant him a total disclosure. And I see this as a perfect opportunity to do so.

Well, we sat n talked like d longest time. He nvr take his eyes off me. It certainly felt weird when someone really focus on every single words u said. I suddenly felt like the necessity to really take a good care of anything that’s coming out of my mouth mounting high. And it was not helping when he smells so good, and looking damn good too.

Then, with pure politeness, he asked me to follow him to his old room. Which I casually agreed. And to which I certainly don’t know why? He could’ve easily raped n left me to die there for all I know!

As we reached d small room, which was practically empty, save for a closet n a single bed. He showed me a brown moving box. Scribbled “R’s stuffs” on top. And out of no where W, came up n sarcastically noted saying when is he gonna remove the box as it has created a bit of spider webs and the dust is causing her to be uncomfortable. I was surprised when he started to explain:

R : do u know what this is? certainly you might have guessed it by now.

Me : (scratchin my head, n lookin blur) nope. should i know?

R : (grinning like a child) It’s my treasure.

Okay…rite now I’m freaking out. Really! Damn shit freaking out. Is this where I shld act like normal n just nodded. And take the box and leave? Takin all my pride and dump it under my armpit?? I practically, psyche and know the contents of the box. But I left it open for him to clearly show it to me.

Me : Treasure? (he must’ve think i’m an idiot!)

R : do u want me to open it for you? (moving towards the box)

Me : why? (lookin unsure as he squat n opening the box)

R : r u in a hurry? (he gave me that killer smile again)

Me : (frantically looking at my watch n fighting to nod vigorously) er…I can spare sum time. (bugger!!!)

R : (nodding happily) great…

As he opened the seal of the box, we stared together at the contents. There it were. All the stuffs I’ve given to him, inclusive an album of me, cards, cassettes ( I love to record love songs to express my feelings), ribbons, my t-shirt, and my school magazine!!!! WTF?

We looked thru the stuffs n joke about the memories of each item. It was kinda fun. Making a fool of each other, n laugh at our foolishness back then. Wow! I nvr felt better. But alas, I’ve been thru this situation before. He wanted to return these things to me. Obviously. ! I mean, Azim did. Nik did. Z did. This is the closure that he needs!!

R : do u want it back?

Me : do u want to give it back? (at the back of my mind, just f****** give it back u moron!)

R : I was asking u first. After all, it is ur stuff.

Me : (after a long minute, I sighed) The thing is, I gave these things to u. Sincerely. It’s officially yours. I would only accept it, if you rather think you shld give them to me. And I totally understand if you want to.

R : (he was frowning again, running his hand thru his raked spiky hair) I’m actually glad u said that. (WHAT??? R U KIDDING ME???)

and he continue his explanation:

R : in fact, I was thinking of keeping it….(then he looked up at me intensely)…until I found, The. Right. One. Then, I would certainly think I would have to bury the treasure. And move on.

Me : (gawking at this minute. trying to comprehend the situation i was in) U….would…like….to…keep it?

R : Is that ok with you?

Me : (what the hell shld I say? I’d love you to? No! Give it back? What? what? what? So, I answered it in the most neutral way.) I guess so.

R : (he was visually happy with the answer) great. (but stopped midway) Somethins been buggin me.

Me : Oh. (crap!) What is it? (trying to lift my sides of mouth to smile nervously)

R : I was wonderin what happened to the ring I gave u?

Okay, by now…all hell broke loose. In case u haven’t notice, he’d nvr once ask me who I’m married to. And I didn’t bother to tell him. And surely I seriously didn’t know how to reply to that.

So, I’m just gonna leave that for my next entry. Stay tune for the next episode!!

~ by juita2cute on May 17, 2008.