Chapter
II
The party was at Milk Bar in Mohammad Sultan and I felt the ground
shaking as I approached the Bar; many people swarmed over our
direction - greeted, hugged, slap a pat or whatsoever welcoming
body-language over our ever-famous Paul. They knew too, that it was
his big day, the day if he could have Dawn, this little petite
beauty from our course, as his girlfriend.
Paul was a flirty rake, but he was serious about Dawn. Everyone
knows that. He spent more than a year trying to chase her and the
final conclusion depended on tonight.
'Dawn is inside. Good luck pal. You have until 3 a.m. in the
morning.'
'Oh yah, Cloud,' yelled Paul before entering Milk Bar, 'enjoy
yourself first, I will join you soon enough.'
Well, like always, I was thrown alone, again. Deep inside, I was
praying for Paul, wishing him all the best even though I knew he
would be victorious. No woman had ever rejected his love proposal;
I guess it would be the same for Dawn.
I already had half the mind to leave Milk Bar. Not because I
dislike crowds - in fact I am ok with them. Just that club dancing
isn't something that I would fancy. Perhaps I should just settle
for some drinks - after all, it's free flow tonight.
'Whisky coke please.'
After about five glasses - I grew a little light-headed throughout
this lonely drink session with myself, but this doesn't stop me
from noticing this girl sitting beside me. I would have rated her
overall appearance at least eight out of ten, but surprisingly, she
was alone and nobody came up and chat with her. She was clearly
weeping; her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. Maybe someone came up
before, but could have failed miserably in his attempt to get her
number or worst still, unleashed all her anger and tension in form
of verbal trashing at him.
Her fringe was over her face and her top was a little off her
shoulder. She looked as if she was in some kind of distress.
'One more...' she slurred unclearly at the bartender.
That triggered my soft side: I had this great urge to stop her from
drinking, not because I want to pick her up or what, but because
it's dangerous for a girl to be drunk in a bar without friends
looking after her. At least I knew I have no ill intention, but I
truly doubt others.
I had to do what I had to do.
'Hey, you better stop drinking so much!' I arched over and
whispered near her. She lifted her head as if it weighed ten tons
and gazed dreamily at me. Then her features came to a complete
change.
'Why do you have to bother me since you don't want me?'
Don't want you? It took me six seconds to realise that she may have
mistaken me for someone she knew.
'A girl like you shouldn't be drinking so much!'
'Why do you care?' she snapped.
'Well, I am nobody - at least I know all problems in the world
could be solved - Drinking only escape reality.'
She looked into my eyes. I felt a wave of energy washing through
me; then her tears slipped and I could see a wounded soul.
'Hello girl; we are back.'
Two guys came over behind her and smiled. For a moment, I thought
it was her friends, but from the look from their pupils, I knew
they were hunting. It was scientifically proven that the pupils
will expand when the eyes sees something interesting or
captivating. Today, I supported this theory.
'Get lost!' she screamed before grabbing my hands and dashed out of
Milk Bar. She nearly fell when she quickened her pace and I had to
hold her tight. The music was loud and I couldn't hear anything,
but I believed those guys would have curse at me.
(To be continued....)
