The Adieu

Credits to Kuala Lumpur Photos for the image

With the boot loaded with the luggage that belonged to one of my passengers, the four of us went for lunch before dropping Anthony (the luggage owner) off at the airport. On the way, I tried to engage in a conversation with him and a mutual friend of ours. We were once close, but the distance kept us apart and prevented us from keeping in touch - often.

"Tell me," I said, concentrating on the road. "How are things on your side, Timothy?"

"I'm good, although I'm tired," replied Timothy, yawning.

"You, Anthony? How have you been doing?"

"I've been excellent, can't wait to enjoy the trip," replied a smiling Anthony.

"I must say, have fun, yeah?"

"Most definitely."

I don't know why our conversation have recently become one-liners. Anyway, when we arrived and helped Anthony to unload, there was Yee Jing standing at one corner, with glimmering tears.

"Oh, man, Yee Jing's crying," I said. "Why, dear?"

Flushed with embarrassment, Yee Jing replied. "I'm just sad that Tony won't be here to spend Christmas with us."

"Don't worry, we could have a belated Christmas dinner when he's back."

After bidding him adieu, Timothy wanted to grab a quick bite at KFC. While waiting for him to be done, Yee Jing and I window-shopped in one of the stores. The older-looking salesperson thought we were genuine shoppers when I expressed delight over one beautiful item.

"Two-six," she said, meaning the price.

"No, I'm just looking," I replied, forcing a smile.

The salesperson repeated. "Two-six."

I snapped in anger. "When I said I'm not interested, it means that I'm not interested!" I barked until I cried. She was so stunned that she froze in fear. My screams had attracted the attention of others and, ignoring their looks, I stormed out in tears.

"You might want to pass it to him," said Timothy, pointing to the older man two chairs away. "He's not in a good mood as of late."

"Yes, you've my word," another person concurred. "I wonder if he's going through something rough."

We found ourselves at a crime scene where I noticed a man of about fifty plus giving orders. When he saw us, he smiled before giving Timothy and the second man orders. Later that night, I threw someone out in a fit of anger.

I shouldn't be watching repeats of the TV series. =.="