She could feel sweat dripping down her forehead but she couldn't be bothered to wipe it off. She was mentally paralysed.
Co-curriculum session had just ended and there she was, under the shady tree, waiting patiently for her dad to pick her up. Waiting... if not patiently then anxiously. Anxious, because of the presence of someone. Anxious, because her group of friends who happened to be gathering nearby started saying things. Things about them.
"Weh jom pergi jauh sikit, jangan kacau, biar dia orang bercakap."
Anxious, because they rarely talked to each other despite declaring friends. Anxious, because that person wasn't someone ordinary to her, and that moment felt like there were only the two of them there. The atmosphere was awkward but awkward was an understatement. They weren't moving an inch after being left by that group of friends. None of them seemed to want to make an effort to speak. Her throat suddenly became too dry for words, too tight for air. A shocker that she was still able to stay alive. That person who stood in front of her wasn't exactly someone she'd known her whole life—they barely knew each other—but if she ever had the chance to know that person better, she wouldn't miss it for the world.
Which person?
