Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Memories of Charlie : Chapter 4I woke up with a hungry and growling tummy, realizing I’m not lying on my comfy bed back home. I dragged my feet across the room into the toilet. I looked in the mirror and see the reflection of a total failure. I took a long breath and continue washing up. Sitting on the bed while sobbing over my life, I heard three knocks on my door. Wondering who it is, I open the door without looking through the peeping hole. It’s him, Cedrick! I was taken aback!
“Hi… erm… I got your room number from the front desk. I hope y…o…u don’t mind.”
“Owh, it’s okay. So… may I help you?”
“It’s like this. Erm, I think I know you. You’re Charlie rite?”
“Yeaaaa…ss, I told you that yesterday.”
“No, I mean Charlie, Charlie from KL?? Charlie from my teenage memory? Charlie the girl who spilled soup all over me?? Charlie?”
I couldn’t say much but “err” the whole time. Should I tell him, or should I not? I kept quiet.
“So?? Are you?? Cause there is so many resemblances in you two, so much alike.”
“I…I… I guess you got the wrong person.”
“Really? Owh, I guess it’s my mistake then.”
And he just leaves with his head down.
You’re probably wondering, what the hell was I thinking, right? Well, what good does it make if I tell him the truth? He’ll probably just say “hi, nice seeing you again” like how he used to and we’d be friends again and live our separate lives but once in a while meet up, drink coffee and then I’ll have to listen to him brag about his oh-so-wonderful wife and his smartass kids. Yes, I expect those things to happen so it is better to keep quiet about my true identity from him.
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