Tuesday, November 17, 2009

18 y.o. first date

The movie tickets were ready, plus his perfume-covered brand new polo on the color of his date's favorite. His dad did the necktie and the hair-do, mom gave the allowance and a kiss of good luck. The bouquet of 12 roses on his hand from his aunt's flower shop were fresh. Cousins gave him chocolates, just in case they starved while out of place. Brother allowed him to borrow his umbrella. He was halfway to the mall but came back home after knowing that he left his jacket -thinking she might need it in the movie house.

                The sun shines highly with the clouds, everything seems to be in order. He arrived an hour earlier, ashamed to be late. Sat on the center most to be easily recognized. His eyes roamed for almost four straight hours and froze on his cellphone for another one blue hour. He then received an apology message from his date.

              "Sorry bhest, I cannot come. I'm in a flight with my ex. We're ok now :) and we've decided to face the world with just the two of us -though I still haven't explain it to my parents 'cause they won't understand me. I'll work as an accountant while he'll continue being a bartender. Thank you for the times you comforted me bhest. I'm sad we can't bond together again :( I'll miss you. Keep in touch huh? Text you later. The plane is taking off. We must turn off our gadgets now.
Keep safe!

-bhest"

              With his head down, he was bumping into other people while he was dragging his feet straight into the comfort room. Opened the nearest vacant cubicle, sobbed soundlessly. Stomped the pitiful roses for several times, and flushed the sweet chocolates.

              He came out in the starry night, walked the mile on his way home. He arrived home, and everybody was waiting for the exciting narration. Without any word, he directed to his room. Dad told them to let him rest, thinking his son was just tired for the big beautiful day. Cousins exchanged giggles with the common idea that they did something tiring.



// Made in the boring 4 and a half NSTP-CWTS

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