I’m looking at the computer screen thinking about the sweet memories, even though they are not as many as others. Tapping my keyboard. Not because I have writer’s blockage or boredom, but just my mind becomes blank. Empty. It’s someone leave you in a dark room. A room you never enter before. You have no idea where is bed or even you can’t tell where is the window and door.
My mind flies. To the previous moment. Past time.
I got an email from her.
“Hey, are all the document attached correct?”
I replied “No, next time please be careful”.
A few seconds after that, I got a reply again. It was fast. To me, it’s equivalent to the speed of light.
“Don’t be serious. You always look serious and scare many of us away. Honestly, I think you should smile”.
“Actually, all documents are correct and that was how I joke with people. Maybe in a serious way which only me find it’s funny?” I replied.
I sent another email “Let’s go for lunch. I have no mate to go with anyway. Ok?”
She replied “Sure!”.
When we reached there, the place was crowded. It was unusual.
She chose to eat economy rice with her favorite dish – bareback fish. I still wonder why they called it that way. I didn’t care much about its name. In fact until today, I never bother to find out why. I ordered chicken fried rice. My favorite part. Thigh as usual. It has been a while since I called it thigh last time. Drumstick is more usual than awkward thigh when we talk about chicken.
We sat with other peoples in one table since the place was crowded and we didn’t have much choice. I didn’t care much.
I ate fast as I was hungry. She ate slow but not as slow as snail but she left the rice.
I asked “Why didn’t finish the rice?”.
She answered “Because there is no more fish…” while sticking out her cute tongue.
“Let me take more fish for you?” I replied.
“I’m on diet!” she murmured to avoid other people overheard the conversation.
That was the first laugh after I didn’t laugh for ages. Not that I didn’t find anything funny. Just that I think everything funny was just crap and not worth to focus on.
Someone is screaming to me. Calling my name.
“God! Do learn some manner will you?” I replied with shock.
“I’ve been calling your name like thousand of times! The director wants to see you now. I hope it’s a good news since you have good reputation lately” said Anna.
“Damn, see you in hell!” I replied with grimace.
While I’m walking to the director’s room my mind running wild. Not about what the director is going to say or ask. But how easy she forgets about me and our moment even though it is short.
So, it’s that easy?