No Sex, No Friendship Part IV
That night, I got home quite late. As usual, without wiping my make up off my face, (don’t do this lah.. bad habit!) I straight checked emails and my facebook. My restless mind couldn’t stop being bothered by the thought of him. I put “Bliss” which is my favorite ever song by Mariah Carey out loud and started to change my cloth. 11.45pm, my mobile rang with another Mariah Carey song which now made my room sounded like DJ House of Mix.
It was him. Oh my. Was it a blessed or a cursed? But it was bliss indeed. Suddenly I felt butterflies in my stomach. What the hell, I shouldn’t feel this way. NO! This is a non sense at all.
“Hi, are you sleeping?”
No, I just reached home, changing now. What’s up?
“Actually I am around Subang Jaya now, just finished meeting up with my friends. Is it ok if I want to see you, maybe we go out for a drink now?”
I glanced at the clock.. it almost midnight. But tomorrow I am not working. But it is late now. But I keep thinking about him. But it is not nice, later he think I am crazy about him. But, I just wanted him to be a friend, nothing more so why not? But..but.. but…
How long it takes for you to reach here?
“About 20 minutes time”
So, you want to come over and pick me or we meet somewhere?
“Can I come over?”
Yea, but once you reach you wait outside, I will come down meet you at the guard house there. Troublesome lah.
I quickly changed my cloth to my dark blue jean and white shirt. I greeted him at the guard house in front of my apartment and asked him whether he is familiar with the area that provides a good coffee. He didn’t know so I guided him. He told me he can’t sleep because he got an early flight at 4a.m later. So that was why he chose to come to see me rather than head banging in the club (that is what them MAS crew would do ok..)
So we sat over ice latte and I came to know he actually graduated in Software Engineering from MMU. But over few resumes he sent over, it was MAS who 1st called him and he passed through the interview. Thanks to his good looking I guess. He seems to enjoy whatever he had in MAS Airlines including the travels and groupie love. He even stressed out to me that, whatever assumption and information that I know about MAS cabin crew, their lifestyle – monkey sex swingers: are all true. He tried to show his sincerity by pledging that he willing to do anything for me. Anything? As in what? Spreading my leg? Lick me all over? Shaving bald my ehem? Bang me continuously until the MAS shuttle van come pick him up at the pick up point?
I knew it before long ago about them. I knew they only made for each other and if any of us (with ordinary job on land) try to hook up with those flying monkey, the outcome could be fatal. I’ve been through it before, even that bastard monkey whom I’ve had fell in love with already quitted from serving – the food – on – the – air – job for more than 2 years, sadly, he already turned into a complete monkey and swinging from one tree to another has already became his nature. No, they are not playboy, but they are Monkeys, the charming ones. And I can’t do anything about it except be gone.
I just nodded and smiled wearily… for he, reminding me of my past. I just cut it short by saying “I don’t care whatever you do during your work as long as it doesn’t concern me” and I didn’t know that he took it in a wrong way. Suddenly he leaned towards me and whispered “just now you said, “come over to my apartment” really misleading you know.. I thought you inviting me to come into your apartment”. I was startled. I explained to him what I meant was, he comes to pick me up OR I need to drive my own car and meet him somewhere.
Started from that line, he insisted to really come to my apartment, which I find it fuckingly absurd. Then he started to talk about the hotel rooms, which, is it okay if he ask me to follow him. I acted dumb as I didn’t understand what he is heading to. “Why hotel room?”. “Well, maybe you got nothing to do, we can go to the hotel, as MAS crew I got hotel discount you know”. PPffttt talking about hotel discount? I can even go sleep and eat at any hotel, free of charge. His discount rate can’t even compare to my Travel Trade rate, or contracted rates which I’m holding back in my office.
The picture was getting clearer. And he made me lost my mood and words to talk to him. I bet he noticed it because after 1 hour of meaningless conversation, he offered to send me back home. On our way to my apartment, he asked me whether I have boyfriend and can he get a good night kiss from me.
Nice try, he thinks my kiss worth of 02 drinks he bought me today? I don’t know what was in his mind after he left. But he never text to thank me for my wasted time like this afternoon.
Back in my room, I heard my brain laughed at me hysterically and says “I told you so, you going to regret this”.
My heart just refused to validate the mock from my brain and replied “No, he is a very cute guy.. the only problem is, his brain is inside his testicles..”
Ok la.. ok laaaa… aku menyesal.~!!!!!!!!