“Ok, goodbye,” the conversation was just finished, she ended the call, smiled, returned my handphone and $10 note.
“Are… are you, Shee…Shee…na…na?” I asked cowardly without any confidence, God knew I was just like a clown at that moment.
However, to my surprise, a straight “NO” spit out from her mouth, with confidence and a bit of humor, followed by a soft chuckle.
“Did…didn’t you tell your friend that your name is Sheena just…just now?” I was totally confused, “Am I out of my mind?” I asked again to confirm with confusing face and full of question marks above my head.
Scratching my head in disbelief.
“Yes,” she paused, “Em…I mean…my name is Sheena, but not Shee…Shee…na…na,” she pretended to stammer her name in the clumsy way like how I did just now and followed by another chuckle. Her smile was like the wind of spring, heartwarming and approachable.
Watching her smile, about a few minutes only I could get back from the deep confusion to the real world.
“Haha, you’re still that naughty,” I laughed warmly like I’ve been knowing her for years.
“I’m still that naughty?” She asked confusedly this time and stared at me, “but I don’t know…you.”
“You know me,” I carried on with confidence, “you know me for many years than you can remember ‘Little Monitor’,” I called her in a gentle way like how I called her in primary school.
Confused but finally figured out, she screamed: “How could you…? But….” From her face I could read the excitement, disbelief mixing with happiness. “Are…you Sean?” She tried to calm down herself before asking me the question. “Yes, I am. Nice to meet you again Little Monitor,” I greeted her like how I called her when we’re in primary school.
It’s really out of the blue to encounter her in my “lonely journey”. She could be my childhood sweetheart in primary school class while she’s the monitor, but, she’s the shortest among our class. To control the so-called “devil class” she needed to shout at our class but nobody cared. Disappointed and sad, she would have given up to be the monitor, but, I, another naughty boy among the class felt that she couldn’t just leave the post vacant like that, I volunteered myself to be her assistant. I called her “Little Monitor” just because of her tiny-sized body. With the effort of both of us, our class won the award of the best disciplined class soon. In the midst of the class, we’d always pass the message through a piece of note, like other childhood sweetheart, the relationship slowly ignited chemistry between us.
(To be continued)
“Are… are you, Shee…Shee…na…na?” I asked cowardly without any confidence, God knew I was just like a clown at that moment.
However, to my surprise, a straight “NO” spit out from her mouth, with confidence and a bit of humor, followed by a soft chuckle.
“Did…didn’t you tell your friend that your name is Sheena just…just now?” I was totally confused, “Am I out of my mind?” I asked again to confirm with confusing face and full of question marks above my head.
Scratching my head in disbelief.
“Yes,” she paused, “Em…I mean…my name is Sheena, but not Shee…Shee…na…na,” she pretended to stammer her name in the clumsy way like how I did just now and followed by another chuckle. Her smile was like the wind of spring, heartwarming and approachable.
Watching her smile, about a few minutes only I could get back from the deep confusion to the real world.
“Haha, you’re still that naughty,” I laughed warmly like I’ve been knowing her for years.
“I’m still that naughty?” She asked confusedly this time and stared at me, “but I don’t know…you.”
“You know me,” I carried on with confidence, “you know me for many years than you can remember ‘Little Monitor’,” I called her in a gentle way like how I called her in primary school.
Confused but finally figured out, she screamed: “How could you…? But….” From her face I could read the excitement, disbelief mixing with happiness. “Are…you Sean?” She tried to calm down herself before asking me the question. “Yes, I am. Nice to meet you again Little Monitor,” I greeted her like how I called her when we’re in primary school.
It’s really out of the blue to encounter her in my “lonely journey”. She could be my childhood sweetheart in primary school class while she’s the monitor, but, she’s the shortest among our class. To control the so-called “devil class” she needed to shout at our class but nobody cared. Disappointed and sad, she would have given up to be the monitor, but, I, another naughty boy among the class felt that she couldn’t just leave the post vacant like that, I volunteered myself to be her assistant. I called her “Little Monitor” just because of her tiny-sized body. With the effort of both of us, our class won the award of the best disciplined class soon. In the midst of the class, we’d always pass the message through a piece of note, like other childhood sweetheart, the relationship slowly ignited chemistry between us.
(To be continued)
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