As I jumped and splashed into the arctic cold water of the pool, my brain decided to play a trick on me and start me thinking how sad, lonely and empty my life is now. To shut him up, I went out of the pool take a distance around 5 feet from the side, ran as fast as I could, jumped, and hit the water. It hurts. I kinda land the wrong way, on my back. But I let myself sink to the bottom, held my breath, close my eyes, and just feel the calmness, serenity, total silence........ The out of nowhere somebody pulled my legs up to the surface!
"Waahhhhh!!!"
She's surely not Malaysian, that I can tell you. Hazel hair, blue eyes, and of course white skin. Catching my breath, I stared at her.
"Are you okay?" Okay, she's British.
"What? Yeah. Why you pulled me out?"
"I thought you drowned! You were so long down there."
"No! I wasn't. I can swim. I don't drown. Agh, you scared me."
"I was scared! You didn't move at all just now."
"Well, yeah. Sorry. Em, thanks, for saving me?"
Hm, that kinda wrap up the start of our encounter. So, we had a little chit chat after that in the pool. Until it hits me that we were both shivering. We sat by the pool and continue our conversation. Then it started to get a bit warm and we both dried up. I put on my shirt, and was about to go back when she asked me to get something to eat, says she haven't had breakfast yet. And we went to the mamak near the pool. We talked for quite some time.
For once, I actually feel a bit better. So sorrows or sadness. Slate clean.
She was here since a month ago, visiting her aunt. She talks a lot. But she didn't tell much about herself. I didn't even get her full name, just Emily. Luckily she's not taller than me, phew. :P She's 17. Knowing that, I'm glad she didn't grow as much hehehe. For a 17 year old, she's quite outspoken. I mean, she speaks like someone older than me. That's funny and scary at the same time. The part that was a bit sad was that she's leaving tomorrow, and she's spending her last night with her aunt in a hotel(which I don't know where since she didn't tell). Honestly, I was quite sad. She's a great company. And she drank coffee like it's plain water. Either she have some serious drinking problem, or Malaysian's coffee are that good. I thought British people prefer tea, huh, guess I was wrong. So, after numerous stories and around 5 glass of coffee, we went back. It took me a couple of minutes to realize she was tailing me.
"Why are you following me?"
"I am not!"
"Then why are you following me?"
"Shut up, I stay in the 8th block drownie"
"Hey I live there. And stop calling me drownie, I didn't drown"
"Yeah sure, you were just having your moment of peace, woooooooo~"
So we talk nonsense some more till we reached the elevator. I don't always use the elevator with a British chick, but when I do, the lift sure is cramped, there's like about 6 people inside it. Usually it's just a person or two. We were pushed to the back corner of the lift. Can't reach the numbers. So I opened my mouth and...
"Em, level 9 please... Thank you" We said that at the same time. It was freakishly, weird and awkward.
Okay now comes the most unbelievable part. Her house is the exact opposite of mine! And we never bumped into each other! That is just pathetic man...
"Hey, I'm leaving at 3.00 p.m."
"Sure, have a safe trip"
"Oh come on, you are suppose to say "Would you like me to see you off?" or something like that!"
"Nah, I prefer, a surprise *grin*"
"Oh, ahaha, okay... I'll be going now, you take care"
"See you."
So at 3 o'clock, I managed to catch her before she got into the elevator. I gave her a tumbler with coffee I made myself in it, wrote something on the side of it. She smiled. Thanked me. And did something really, really awkward. And that may be the last time I set my eyes on Emily, from London.
What I learn from this, is that, we are living in a confined space. There are so many more to see, and learn. Yes, I am still not over yet from my feeling of miserable and sadness. But that doesn't mean I can't. ;)
Alhamdulillah, syukur kepada Allah. For giving me this experience. I enjoyed every single moment of it. From the happiest and most glorious times till the shallow, horrid, deep trench of darkness. My ustaz once said, "He who makes the same mistakes twice is an idiot", and well so far I am an idiot here and there but that is the process of learning. We all are idiots, but that doesn't mean we have to stay that way. We can learn.
That's all for now. Come again. Drop a comment. Maybe we can work something out ;)
Here's a cup of coffee :D
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