He has been waiting for the opportunity to have a heart to heart discussion with this lovely lady, well, the way they met is not the normal way that we normally see it in all those romantic movies, despite the odds that surrounded their meeting, it was simply the plain ground that balances emotion.
Though, at first, she wasn’t the glittering start that she eventually became to him, she was this proud lady that responded with just a few combo of words spiced with different styles of nod. This irritated him at first but this type of feeling is very subjective to that of the superior feeling.
On her own part, it is just very necessary to put on this cold, harsh, too serious face, well, many ladies do that, they probably are of the mentality of "the hard you play, the more you command respect from the masculine gender", no one will however tell them that this with no doubt endanger their chances of being as capable as they could have been, also, it might just be an orientation that is simply birth out of confusion.
On his part, he expected to see that he is being loved by the lady in talk, he wants to read behind the facial expression of her whenever he has what he describes as the golden chance to move closer to her, but she is just too strong for him, he could not successfully penetrate the wall.
Then the day came, it is meant to be a *val*entine. Everyone knows the mysterious story behind the celebration, it is with no doubt a day of emotional vomit and sensational outpour. It is however a perfect day to make things work out. for this day however, he had started rehearsal a month and few days before the D-day. He employed one of his "shanaspirin" friend who is capable of shaping any ladies’ world with the word of mouth.
He helped him with techniques that should be engaged if it happens that the lady is bent on pulling stunts of any type. He therefore was confident about his ability until he got to the eatery where they have planned on meeting. It was him who got there first, he ordered for a cup of cocktail to get himself engaged before her arrival, he used the medium to think about the whole techniques he had learnt from his great master, however, he made a mistake of looking towards the entrance.
What he saw there was the figure of an angel dressed in a shining red tight gown that projects the image of her creation. She seductively scanned the whole room and spotted the man in talk with his jaw almost falling off, that was actually an exaggeration, it is just the case that saliva could be spotted trying to journey the road of his slack lips.
Her hair well addressed, perfect foundation rubbed slightly heavily on her face, a deep pink lipstick, medium size ear ring and a portable handbag. She is as glimmering as the smiles of the goddess of beauty. The view actually killed the techniques that our guy has learnt for more than a month. He stood up to offer her a seat, she sat like the queen of England during her prime, the air surrounding her is imperial and the way she carries herself is majestical.
The attender was called upon and she ordered the normal food a typical citizen would have preferred in an outing of such spiced with refrigerated salad, a bottle of Nutri-milk to mix the alcoholic wine that earlier requested and a separate plate for a full chicken.
Since he doesn’t know where to start from, he proposed that they eat, observing the curtesy that was absent back home.
…then the silence erupted from nowhere like the dust banked inside the chair at the store room. Neither of them could mutter that sliding words that have been slicing their intestine, at least, she summoned courage being the lady with a very unique way of thinking and having realized how desperate the dude is to allow himself being swallowed by the earth if he should speak.
She mumbled the word as fast as possible… he was lost in thought strategizing and therefore didn’t hear her... she heaved a sigh of relieve that he didn’t hear, amidst this is when he said his, but, she couldn’t hear clearly… they both lost their chance of telling themselves what they have in mind.
They finished their food, relaxed a while and he proposed leaving the place. She was very furious with the kind of man he has grown to be, very shy and too scared to articulate the simplest expression in the human language. WHEN they are about to separate ways, she moved closer to him, he was so scared to hell and she could hear the sound of his wrestling veins and stomach, she knew he had things to say but needed motivation, so she spoke up, “Do you love me?”.
Ehm ehmm mm mm… yeeee..ssss I do. he forced those illogical combination of letterings out but he was glad he did. She kissed his cheeks and left him in a wonder-spot. She turned to go but he held her, looked straight into her eyes and confidently told muttered; Happy Valentine, my love”. She looked at her wrist watch, it was exactly 11:49pm. She smiled and responded, happy anniversary.
She stopped a cab which drove her off to her place 22kilometres from where the centre town restaurant is, he was happy to the earth, jumped in enthusiasm and jogged all the way home to tell the tale to his mentor. But he was sure that he will treat her well, no matter the weather.
Artwork By: Michael Floris
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