The Date and the Taxi

..but it’s okay if you couldn’t go there.

I don’t want to disturb the practice.

No, it’s okay.

But your band rehearsal is at eight, right?
(while mine is tomorrow)

Well, I don’t have anything to do NOW.
Can we just make it at two?

Oh, okay. Two o’clock, right?
(hmm..)

Yes, I’ll met you there.

You sure know the way there?
(hmmmmm...)

I’m at Cisitu. I know the way from here.

Okay then, we’ll met there.
(...what clothes will I wear?)

See you there!

See ya..
(…am I REALLY gonna see you?)

I hang up the phone and pull the pillow underneath my head again.
I try to think for a long time, but I couldn’t come up with a thing on my mind except the sound of the clock’s ticking on the wall and the light from the bulb. The light irritates my eyes.

I buried my head underneath the pillow abruptly, trying to plunge some consciousness into the surface.
I couldn’t think about anything and I realize that I have to accept the fact:

Damn it, I’m on a date.

And I can feel the butterfly flying around in my stomach.

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The taxi takes another left turn at the crossroads. It is a lovely Tuesday afternoon with a bit quite cold air and the fresh after-the-rain smell. The driver keeps his eyes on the road, pretending not to hear us chit-chatting, and trying not to see us doing things at the back even though we just sitting like the usual passenger. Until the next red light, the eyes take a look around to see the car passing by from the right to the left.

You keep talking, and somehow I find it very persuasive. I like the pleasant and friendly tone in your voice, deep inside it makes me really think you as an old friend of mine. You begin mumbling a song, a song I know quite well I don’t even know you know it.

And I don’t know what to do, I think I’m in love with you..
(I don’t know the lyrics this part!)
Dududududududu, dududududududu…

Hey, stop it before my face gets red..

Haha.
The song keeps playing inside my mind. I like it.

Really?

Yep. I like the dudududududu part.

Hmm, fair enough,
considering how your dudubdubdub stays on my mind…

(chuckles)

She has the quality of the chuckles that makes you want to try it. We both chuckles. And suddenly I feel sorry because we're gonna be separated for a while.

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