Chapter
6
We arrived at Cineleisure after a causal walk plus a short sprint
that died down less than thirty seconds. There must be some kind of
explanation to this: we always ran somehow when we meet.
'Where you want to eat? Food court? Ok!'
Like always, my mind was too slow to react. I simply nodded my
head.
Choosing an auspicious area, I picked one inconspicuous corner,
hoping that I wouldn't meet any familiar faces here. Who knows? I
may be a topic for these people to gossip about, especially when I
have such a cutie with me. Although this has never happened before,
I was overly paranoid. I was conscious about everything from
impression to image to long vision of our possible friendship -I
had to be paranoid.
'Tell me what you want to eat, I will buy for you.'
'Sian...I think I will eat what you eat...' replied Rain as she
hastily glanced through the food stalls from where she was
sitting.
Eat what I eat? I have only known her barely less than a month and
she became so comfy with me? This could be a good sign... Oh wait;
the Clubbing Girl theory still applies. Control... control...
I came back with a huge plate of fried rice from Hans. Actually, I
wasn't hungry, but since she made the decision to eat, I just
followed suit. I was thinking of sharing the plate of food. After
all, food tasted better when you shared them.
'Are you surprised to see me?'
Due to the unpredictability of a woman's intention, motive and
desire, I chose not to answer that question. I never understand
woman and never will I be able to and things that I do not
understand, I will not attempt to unlock the mystery. I would
probably perish in the attempt. However, I need a decent
reply...
'Yes, but I know why...'
Her eyes widened as if this wasn't the reply she expected.
'Chances are, you are pretty sian today, so you could spare the
time to find me mah?'
'Why do you say that?' Rain asked, quite taken aback.
Why do I say that? A pretty girl like her would never find an
average guy like me when she really needed someone important.
People like me were as if we were the back sitters, you would pick
them when the seats in front are fully taken. I had long resigned
to fate.
'Firstly I am not pretty wor... so I cannot be classified as a
pretty girl. So why can't I find you?'
My mum used to tell me that women who are good with words are
cunning and deceptive. Let's hope it's not the case here. Another
thing I discovered about women was that when you flattered them
about their appearance, they would tell you otherwise. Again, these
were some good physical evidences that I should never try to
understand women at all.
Our chatting continued as we consumed the giant plate of fried rice
gradually. Rain hated pea, so she conveniently scooped them up and
placed them in my spoon.
¡®Eat them... don't waste food.¡¯
That's so evil. I hate them too, but I have to eat?
'Yes!'
I remembered Paul said something once: Love is all about
compromising. The minute you don't and want to pick a fight out of
mundane issue - you know that your love had weakened. It seemed a
little true here; if that was my mum forcing me to eat those peas,
I would have verbally resisted...
I obliged to her will.
'Cloud, you are so cute... if only... haiz...¡¯
Me cute? That's impossible for me to acknowledge that strange fact.
And what's with the sigh?
'It's late Cloud. I have to go off now.'
Time check: it was nine plus. Quite late, considering that I have
to wake up early for tomorrow's tutorial. I signalled to her; we
grabbed our stuff and left Cineleisure. I have no idea how she was
going back, but her direction seemed to be walking towards the MRT
station. I was thinking of walking her there before I rushed back
home by bus.
'I don't think you are taking train. Its ok, you don't have to send
me home. I will go off myself.'
Actually I wasn't thinking of sending; however I pretended that I
was disappointed. Then Rain pinched my cheek and giggled.
'Come on...'
I smiled.
Without lingering anymore, she walked towards the station and
vanished in less than a minute. I was satisfied though.
(To be continued...)
