Mye and Myu (chapter 11)

Discontented, Myu was not satisfied on how things turned out, moreover two weeks have already passed. The book was very far from completion, in his mind, he queried himself as how he would face Mye if a simple gift he could give might not as well be given due to the fact that it was not yet finished. The book had so much deficiencies, determination was there but the book lacked some pure contents wherein the book could speak for itself.

Myu wanted the book to be perfect, a book that by just reading, one could feel the emotion, effort, affection done-in by the author. Myu wanted Mye to know him more through the interpretation from the book. Myu was depressed, he promised his self to finish the book before Mye’s birthday but sadly to say, not a single chapter was even done.

“A day after today will be Mye’s birthday, what gift could be more appealing than a book made by my sweat and toil”

“I shall push my limits for today, a book eh? Funny determination”

Desperately he thought of things that could be done by the day before Mye’s birthday. Moments passed so quickly, the sun flew by, it was already night time.

“I know Mye is at Ubec Island right now, but even if the book is done, how can I give it to her?”

“Figures!”

An idea blossomed in the heat of the moment. In the puggernet, there was a site known as FaceNote, it was a site for knowing other people through the puggernet. He searched Mye’s name in the search tab of FaceNote and there were quite some results. As he looked upon the names and each of their profile pictures, he’d know who the real Mye is so he took his time. After awhile, the patience he shown was marvelous, he finally found Mye’s profile. He stalked her using the puggernet, she was very stunning on her pictures and Myu blushed.

“Ah! I could just send the book through means of using the Puggernet, sending her a link not knowing it was me would be cool… hahaha” Funnily he said.

Somehow, Myu think that the book will be either done with bad results or the book might as well wait to be done with better results.

“I promised myself to finish this book for you Mye but I guessed promises are meant to be broken eh?” In quite, he said sadly.

Nonetheless, Myu made sure that he’d surely link something to Mye with assurance that he was concerned about her Birthday. Not a book but perhaps a letter. In supposition that he’d just make Mye mad or something, in the end, he decided to make a poem concerning about his conscience and doubtful trepidations to the birthday he was well aware.

He sent the poem at the exact date of Mye’s birthday. The poem was entitled “Happy Birthday”.

The poem was about his lapses, his apology, and who Mye was for him.