Wednesday, July 13, 2005
I arrived on a Tuesday morning, and called up Megs the next evening. We chatted for a bit, small talk really. I asked if we could do lunch tomorrow, to "catch up"? The husband if he had any employment at all, would be busy on a Thursday afternoon right? I didn’t really fancy meeting the husband.
Megs to my surprise said yes. With the promise of meeting for lunch, we said goodnight. A couple of hours later… a text.
"Hey. Hv smthng importnt tomw aftrnn, can we meet in the evng? Real Sorry…".
I texted back, "Sure, no problem!"
Yeah right! She was scared! If we met one on one, what if I made moves? Me…the serial public snogger. And yeah, "Real Sorry…!" Wish you had said that, the day you suddenly decided to get married.
We met at a Resto-bar curiously called “Linkin Park”. Hear this from me, only a place which peddles expensive lager and bad food, calls itself a Resto Bar. What’s a Resto-Bar anyways? A bed-cum-sofa?
We met at 8, Megs really did look gorgeous. Her hair framed her face, and her eyes were bright and full of life. Was I supposed to say, “You, looking so nice! You look so much in love…”? I kept quiet, saving it for never.
Aditya, the husband was a twat. A guy who nurses one Fosters Pint all evening, has gotta be a twat, come on…? Anyways, even if he taught blind kids Braille, I still wouldn’t be a fan. So let’s just hang it.
He tried patronizing me for a while. I think he knew Megs and me had a 'scene', before they got married. Maybe she "briefed" him in the car, on the way here. Megs made nervous jokes, trying to keep the evening civil. But after awhile it really didn’t matter, because I gave up all pretenses of sobriety and ordered whisky on the rocks.
After dinner they gave me a drop to the hotel. The hotel was on the outskirts and over looked a lake encircled by a pretty promenade. We bid friendly good nights, with the promise of meeting up whenever I was in town again. I stood at the porch, as they walked away taking a detour towards the lake. They had decided to take a stroll. They walked close together like a happy silhouette floating amongst the promenades fairy lamps.
I hit the bed, my head in a confused swirl. I keyed in a text for Megs,
"You were looking so nice. You were looking so much in love…"
Send.
Labels: Fiction
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neat, very neat..........really enjoyed reading it.
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Shurita Shen!! :-)
Thanx a tonne babes! Cheers!
Adi Oso-Groot Finch said... On Thursday, July 14, 2005 3:27:00 am
said... On Thursday, July 14, 2005 2:07:00 pm
Rohan said... On Friday, July 15, 2005 12:16:00 am
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