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Thursday, April 9, 2009

Memories of Charlie : Chapter 2

The meeting with the manager was fine, just that he was as bossy as I was told. I hand in my resume, and after glancing through a few pages, he shot me a look, and said “This job isn’t suitable for you; I suggest you not waste neither mine nor your time and leave immediately.” Those words hurt me, but I wasn’t shock to hear that. I kind of knew it earlier that I wouldn’t make it. I headed back to the hotel. It was quite late already. I drop flat on the bed, suddenly feeling something poking me on the chest. I stood up and have a look in the front pocket of my blouse. The nametag is till there, still beautifully broken. The name Cedrick reminds me of my crush when I was form 2. He’s name was Cedrick too. They have so much in common, both tall and named Cedrick. I wonder, “Could it be the same person?” Questions just fill within my head.


The growling of my stomach woke me up. I must have fallen asleep while answering each and every of my answer about the Cedrick guy last night until I doze off. I took a quick and refreshing morning shower and headed down to the café. Bread and a cup of latte is just what I needed. I was munching on my breakfast, unwillingly due to tiredness, when I saw a tall and familiar face sitting in front of me. I tried to recall back where I’ve seen that beautiful face. It’s him!!!! Cedrick, from the airport!! I hesitated and took a daring step to him, but turned back. It’s quite embarrassing. But, one glance wouldn’t hurt right? So, I sneak a peek but I found it hard to stop staring at him anymore. He was just so…familiar that there’s something about him that holds me back. Suddenly, he turned around and looked at me. Embarrassed, I quickly look down on my plate and started munching. My mind was filled with “I hope he doesn’t see my red hot blushing face!-No!!! Don’t look!!” thoughts. I heard footsteps, closer, getting closer…then the chair dragging. Oh no! I thought. Slowly looking up, Cedrick’s sitting right in front of me, smiling. That smile totally melts me.

“You look familiar, where have I seen you before?”

“Err… the airport yesterday???”

“Yes, but I’ve met you before the airport incident.”

“No way, I don’t quite recall” (Oh no… stop blushing!!!! STOP FREAKING BLUSHING!!)

“Hmm, maybe it’s my mistake. My name’s Cedrick by the way.”

“Ya! I know!” (Shit! What the hell did I say??? Take that back!!!) “Sorry, I…I have your
nametag. It’s broken.”

“Oh! Thanks! I’ve been looking all over for it. Th…anks.”

“When we knock into each other, it kinda broke into half. I’m sorry”

“No…it’s okay.”

He smiled, again. Awwww…heart-totally-melting!!!!

“So, you are??”

“Cha-Charlie”

“Oh! You remind me of someone I know when I was form 5.”

Damn it, could it really be him?????

“Oh…haha…nahh, I don’t think so. Oh well, I’ll catch you later. Go to go. Bye!”

“Bye”

Run! Baby, run!!!! Trembling, I went back to my room.

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