Chapter II: The First Date
I woke up one morning to his chat,
“How about watching movie tonight?”
I blinked several times, making sure I read everything right. Yup. It’s him. Honestly I even forgot I asked him about going out in the first place.
“O... kay..? What time?”
“Will pick you up after Isya. Let’s hope it ain’t going to rain.”
I realized it was Saturday. I got a laundry disaster piled on for... God knows how long. I looked at it and felt ridiculous.
What am I going to wear?!
***
Usually it was a normal thing to go out with a friend, but... there’s something about making an appointment with some guy I just knew, especially on a Saturday night.
Because I almost never did anything like it.
You see, I worked at a cafe before. I never went out on weekends since they were always my working hours. I served people who were dating.
I also even played in a band (have retired by now), and again, I entertained people who were dating, not the other way around.
So getting prepared for “a date” was somehow confusing, pardon my cheesiness.
The sun went down, the moon came up, and there he was, waiting outside the dormitory lobby.
He was inside his car, his window were opened so I could see him even from quite afar.
He wore his blue denim shirt and his hair was combed neatly.
I remember feeling a rather nervous as I took my steps closer.
He looked great.
In fact, he looked perfect.
So, this is how it feels like, I thought to myself.
We had dinner later then, and as I thought, "the quiet dude" was just his surface as he was talking back and forth about his childhood and many things.
He then put one pair of unused chopsticks into his bag and he said,
“I’m keeping those for souvenir. I’m finally having dinner with you, hehehe.”
Hehehe.
Hehehe gundulmu, Mas.
He was lucky I wasn’t one of the girls who get easily moved (I believe ‘baper’ is the word). But it was kind of sweet, I admit. Not everyday a girl got a chance to hear things like that.
And...
Couldn’t neglect the fact that he looked amazing that night. Darn it. But I managed to keep it together
I remember feeling a rather nervous as I took my steps closer.
He looked great.
In fact, he looked perfect.
So, this is how it feels like, I thought to myself.
We had dinner later then, and as I thought, "the quiet dude" was just his surface as he was talking back and forth about his childhood and many things.
He then put one pair of unused chopsticks into his bag and he said,
“I’m keeping those for souvenir. I’m finally having dinner with you, hehehe.”
Hehehe.
Hehehe gundulmu, Mas.
He was lucky I wasn’t one of the girls who get easily moved (I believe ‘baper’ is the word). But it was kind of sweet, I admit. Not everyday a girl got a chance to hear things like that.
And...
Couldn’t neglect the fact that he looked amazing that night. Darn it. But I managed to keep it together
... or did I?
We watched movie, then stopped by to ate ice cream on our way back. Wait... no, it was actually only me who ate the ice cream.
..........
Anyway,
there was a time around those moments which was quite memorable for me.
Among the whole talking, I remember the most about this line, came straight out of his heart,
“It was scary, you know, to have feelings for someone.”
My heart skipped a beat when he said those words.
They were my words, the words that I kept telling myself over and over. And on those few seconds... I slightly saw his vulnerability.
It was meaningful.
I always appreciate it when people decide to put their trust on me, even just for a bit.
“What happened?”, I asked.
He just smiled.
“Finish your ice cream, chubby.”
As I laid in bed after we arrived back to dormitory, instead of straightly went to sleep, I couldn’t help ranting around with my-stupid-self.
“C, you know damn well that it is scary.”
“Yup.”
“You know damn well that friends don’t watch movie together on weekend.”
“Yup.”
“Friends don’t get nervous over nice talks.”
“Yup.”
“And the late night ice cream?!”
“Haha.. ha.. ha.”
“SO WHAT WERE YOU DOING, SILLY?!!”
We watched movie, then stopped by to ate ice cream on our way back. Wait... no, it was actually only me who ate the ice cream.
..........
Anyway,
there was a time around those moments which was quite memorable for me.
Among the whole talking, I remember the most about this line, came straight out of his heart,
“It was scary, you know, to have feelings for someone.”
My heart skipped a beat when he said those words.
They were my words, the words that I kept telling myself over and over. And on those few seconds... I slightly saw his vulnerability.
This strong and cold person, had allowed me to see part of his emotion. His eyes reflected the wounds I couldn’t yet decode.
It was meaningful.
I always appreciate it when people decide to put their trust on me, even just for a bit.
“What happened?”, I asked.
He just smiled.
“Finish your ice cream, chubby.”
***
As I laid in bed after we arrived back to dormitory, instead of straightly went to sleep, I couldn’t help ranting around with my-stupid-self.
“C, you know damn well that it is scary.”
“Yup.”
“You know damn well that friends don’t watch movie together on weekend.”
“Yup.”
“Friends don’t get nervous over nice talks.”
“Yup.”
“And the late night ice cream?!”
“Haha.. ha.. ha.”
“SO WHAT WERE YOU DOING, SILLY?!!”
***
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