“You didn’t cry,” he said.
“No, I didn’t,” I agreed with him.
“And you’re not going to cry?”
“I suppose not.”
He looked perplexed.
“You can be all blasé about this? Just carry on, as if nothing happened?” The roaring wind outside failed to drown out his accusations.
“Story of my life,” I shrugged away his comments.
But you don’t know of the hours I spend missing him every damn night , I added quietly to myself.
“You know, you shouldn’t go through with all these antiquated mating rituals if you’re happy on you’re own. Being alone isn’t bad if you’re happy. Companionship is overrated,” he said, sipping on his coffee, pretending to savour the taste and texture of what was, essentially, Instant Nescafe.
“Companionship isn’t all that bad,” she replied coyly.
“Oh?” His eyebrow arched.
“It’s not too bad to have someone around. Like to squeeze a couple of drops of EyeMo into your eyes.”
“And this, instead of?” he asked, injecting an intentional sardonic tone.
“Instead of doing it yourself. And missing the target. And dropping it into your nostrils instead,” she replied.
He laughed out, loud.
“Sedap tak?” he asked.
“Pahit,” she grinned.