ironic 08 part trois(I)

wtf is going on with my life this year?
sumthin is buggin me d whole year
and it’s definitely not LOVE.
Instead, it was LOVED.

ladies, here’s a piece of advice 4 you players
after u broke up frm a realationship
make sure you move on to another country(or world if possible)
because when you think you’re over HIM (or not)
he might just pop up in front of you

Today is a typical SUNDAY for me
morning have breakfast,
move on to lunch(or maybe a short shopping moment)
then dinner

But today I had a great feeling
I was in a mood for a lone walk
(meaning walkin alone while njoyin selfless pleasure of window shopping)

went to c new arrivals in iSetan
went to c new UNDEAD series in kinokuniya
went to c new phone models
went to c new laptop

yeah, dat was really enjoyable for me

until…I met sumone from my past

I was actually waitin in line for my parents’ lunch
when a tap on my shoulder broke my daze
I turned to c a tall man, with a white stripe shirt, with a beads necklace hung on his tanned neck, high cheekbone, long eyelashes, and a killer smile(equipped with dimples!!!!) staring at me.

GUY: Hi.
Me : Hi
GUY: You look familiar.
Me : (looking at the child he’s carrying) Hmm…
GUY: BBGS?
Me: (stunned. brainstorming a specific event wer the hell have I met this guy in school??) Shyea.
GUY: Dance class?
Me: (at this point, my memories came rushing back to me like a twister…IT HURTS) Ak ah?
GUY: I knew it. Jessie right? ( he laughed so loud that the child was trembling)
Me: (OMG!!! No!) Azam?
Guy: What do ya know? We finally meet again!

At this juncture, I got my lunch, and ave a good chat with him. Azam was a friend I knew back when I took a dance class while I was schooling. We were frequently made as dance partner in the class. Not that we look good with each other(which we do!) but because our dance sync with each other’s step easily. It’s like we knew each other’s body so well.

The thing is when we dance there’s a certain aura mixing with a tinge of emotion. It couldn’t be help. It just happened. I thought I was having the biggest crush of my life. He was so geeky and cool at the same time. Sexy! But when he danced…wow! Even the teacher were smitten by him. We’d tango-ing each other for quite a while when, he asked me out. For a tea, while waitin for my mom. We did. We hit it off. IT was magical.

Until..his girlfriend turned up few weeks later. Bad enuf, she was my bus-mate. And my classmate.

That’s the history. We had a feeling for each other but didn’t dare to make a move.

Now, he’s standing before me. Holding a very cute child with curly hair. What the heck is happening?

While we chatted, I casually asked the child, how old she is. She’s only four. Wow! I thought. He must’ve been married a long time. Happily married. With dimples. But the conversation changed when he answered another killer question of mine.

Me: So, where’s her mother? (pretending to look around)

Guy: She’s waitin for her food.

Me: Owh. How long have you been married?

Guy: (looking confused suddenly) Me? Married?

Me: (covering my embarassment with a cheeky smile) Well, she is your child, right?

Guy: ( laughing huskily, and I kept staring at his dimples) No lah! She’s my niece.

Me: (looking relieved accidentally!!) Owh. Sorry. I thought she’s yours. She’s so cute.

Guy: Why do you think I’m married?

Me: Well..(breaking my head for a quick genius answer) ….the last we met, you were seriously dating A?

Guy: (silent, he mumbled somethin to his niece’s ear) That was history.

Okay, right now, things got hot. A lil hot then I intended it to be. But being a veteran in meeting my past bf, I decided to end it here. Right there while it was still hot. So, I casually glanced at my watch absently. Remarking how my parents are gonna be mad if their lunches are late, smiled and walk away. (Well…that was my initial plan) It’s sound simple enough. Laid out nicely. I just need to execute it. Precisely at that moment, his sis came shake my hand and tok the child with her, leaving me n him alone. Bad timing.

Apparently, he wanted to talk. Of course! Why does all the guy in the world wanted to talk? Don’t they have any better things to do at home? Like…shaking their booty in the internet? So there we were sitting together, he belanja me air bandung(sedap giler! or perhaps becoz he belanja? Haha). We chatted about our progress in life. Never have I mentioned being married. Since I was not wearing my rings this time. (Ichy fingers!)

He’s working with Petronas. Another engineer. Travels a lot so no time for relationship. At least that’s my perception. Still single after three bad relationships. (Nuthin compares to me, right?) I asked him about A, and he casually informed me that she’s happily married and lives in Melaka. Wow! That’s it, huh? I tried to avoid about our time together, but it was inevitable. He started it first, as if he wanted to ask that question since the first time he tap my shoulder.

Guy: Remember back then? We danced together? Remember that time?

(is this where I’m supposed to remember how IN LOVE I was with him? ) I nodded.

Guy: Do you think we would’ve been a great couple?

(Bullshit! What kind of question is that? Of course!) I shrugged.

Guy: Do you want to try?

(What the HELL??? Just like that? after 19 years? No way!!!! He’s just teasing me!)

Me: (staring at him while laughin unfeminiely) Hah! Yeah right? Like, you wish!

Guy: I’m not joking. I’ve been a mess since I ended with A. You do remember how hard we tried to avoid each         other? (his dimples deepened)

Me: (how the heck am I suppose to get out of this?) I’m married, Azam.

There! Take that you idiot! You should’ve have turn up five years ago, when I WAS A MESS!

So, that ended our accidental chat. After all that confrontation. I found out, that the feeling he had for me back then and vise versa, was a caged feeling that nvr had the chance to break free. Going into a risky relationship with him now would only cause pain or perhaps a revelation for both of us. Because we both had changed. A lot. I’m not me 19 years ago. Further, our body might not even sync with each other when we dance now.

So, there! Another past guy had passed me. And I didn’t bother to ask for his number.