![]() Chapter 4A Chapter by imagwriteineAaron
6 months after my
first visit, I return to Macau. It’s warmer now, spring is floating everywhere - the trees, the birds, the flowers, the sky, all singing the tune of life, of
rejuvenation. But this time, the reason isn’t sole vacation,
It’s her.
At 7 pm I stand in a
corner opposite her shop, waiting, concealing myself, and looking at Linda: Her
swift movements, her quick responses, her agile fingers, an independent woman.
Over the last 6 months she and I have talked on the phone almost every day.
Sometimes I called, sometimes she called. All talking about ourselves and how
we feel and what special things we have seen. Every 2 to 3 weeks she would come
to Hong Kong, or I would go to Macau, to see each other and hang out. I think I
am starting to like her. But no, why would she like a man like me: absorbed in
work, doesn’t know how to have fun. I don’t think she’ll even miss me.
Finally she’s closing
her shop. I walk up to her and say,
‘Need a hand?’
She turns to me, eyes
widened, beaming with joy, and laughs.
‘Of course! Do you
think I’m a superwoman who can do everything on her own?’
I do Linda, I really
do.
After she’s done, I
say,
‘Come, let me buy you
dinner.’
‘Nah I’d actually
prefer a pork chop bun.’ She smiles shyly, embarrassed, squeezing her hands
against her skirt.
‘Ok, pork chop bun it
is.’ I take her hand, and her face is tainted immediately with a tinge of pale
crimson. And then off we go to buy ourselves buns.
We sit arm to arm on
a stair in front of the façade. We look down, and see patches of golden yellow
lying on buildings and streets haphazardly. On the zenith, small silvery
pebbles splatter here and there, distanced, as if the black sky is freckled.
‘Finished?’ I ask as
I see her squash her paper bag into a ball.
‘Yeah.’
‘Come on, walk to the
top with me.’ And I take her hand. Linda
YES HE HELD MY HAND HE HELD MY HAND HE HELD MY HAND.
My mind transforms
into a bird, fluttering at every step I take, willing for altitude.
When we arrive at the
front of the façade, he holds both of my hand, my cheeks are suddenly
scorching.
‘Linda, I… want to
tell you something.’
Oh please do.
‘Yes?’ I answer
I gaze into his eyes,
and he gazes into mine. I can hear a train rushing by. Is it a train? Or is it
my heart? Doesn’t matter.
‘I… Have to leave
Hong Kong.’
Wait what.
‘I have business in
Europe. So it may take a while before I can return.’
A lump of spikes is shoved down my throat, I can feel the
pain throbbing and magnifying.
‘So… what you mean
is… you’re leaving? I can’t see you in 2 weeks’ time?’
‘Yes.’
That’s it, the dam
broke. The heat in my eyes are too overwhelming and tears start to flood out. I
look at him, and I can see his eyes are wet too. I turn away from him.
‘Linda.’ He says. I
turn to look at him, that’s when he kisses me. © 2015 imagwriteine |
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Added on August 12, 2015 Last Updated on August 12, 2015 Author![]() imagwriteineHong KongAbouta rookie (student to be precise) who likes imaginative writings and meaningful poems, reviews on my work would be nice, thx :) more..Writing
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