Chapter
8
I couldnt sleep.
Nope, it has nothing to do with dad. No mosquito bites as
well.
Turning and tossing in bed, my mind was far too restless in
entertaining fleeting thoughts than to settle into a goodnight
sleep. To be honest, that one particular scene of me hugging Rick
telecasted about a hundred repetitions inside my mind. I literally
spewed profanities at myself, hoping that it would go away. But it
never did.
Whats wrong with you sia Ivy
?
Why are you thinking of Rick?
Irritated by my wakefulness, I positioned my bolster behind me and
sat up. Staring into blank space, I began to recall my initial
impression of Rick when I first knew him.
A chuckle seized me during certain climax recall.
My eyes gazed out of my window and regarded the bewitching moon
exuding celestial moon rays, partially shrouded by gargantuan mass
of crimson clouds, congregating like a bunch of delicious
marshmallow. I lifted my hands towards the Moon, as if I could
reach it and pretended to grasp it.
You should always aim for the
Moon and even if you fail to reach, at least you hit will the
clouds
Sigh.
I realized that I may know the answer to my insomnia, but when I
probed a little deeper, I got so afraid of knowing the truth behind
this befuddlement that I rather not think about it. Then the
unprobed issue simply slipped through unfiltered and choked up my
cognitive facility, giving rise to all these random thoughts.
It has been ages since I embraced a guy willingly. Ok
romantically speaking. My first boyfriend lasted less than a week
and the most we did was to hold hands. Shortly after, I ditched my
second beau because I thought he was different from a typical
beng, but I was quite
wrong. Then came the third, fourth and fifth, and I cited them to
be unsuitable and the relationship too lasted about a week.
In school, I earned quite an infamous reputation of dumping men
within a week. There was this silly rumor, saying that if any man
could last more than a week with me, we would be together
forever.
And yes, that stupid rumor got into many ears and suddenly, I had
many suitors. Crap.
But nobody came close to what it did for Rick.
Whoops! What are you thinking
again man? I murmured to myself and initiated my right hand
for an involuntarily slap across my face.
Perhaps I am too used being an escapist, avoiding delicate feelings
I never wanted to understand. Somehow, before I could sink myself
into any relationship, I would be the first to run even before the
storm approaches. Or even in clear cerulean sky.
My brother reckoned that I am suffering from inferior complex. I
tried asking for explanation and possible solutions, but thats the
zenith of his limited knowledge - he could not comment any
further.
Maybe I should just be truthful
to my own feelings
An unheralded SMS came to my phone; I wriggled my fingers to my
left, attempting to search for my mobile in darkness.
A smile appeared on my lips as I read the content.
Goodnight and sleep tight your
chauffeur Rick.
I guess I have truly fallen in love.
(To be continued...)
