“Dad, I’m off to Yusuf’s. as usual.” I texted him. Every Tuesday I would go to Yusuf’s for tutoring from 3 to 5pm. This is an advantage of being the smart kid, not only people know you, but the parents actually pay you to teach their kids! Though, I’ve quit tutoring Yusuf and friends last week. I figure, it’s time to be serious with my choice of life, so I enroll myself in the prestigious Yamaha Music School. I take up New Electone Study Course for a year, which I have to pay RM399 for a term. That’s a lot of money for a teenager but thanks for the money I got from tutoring and working at the KFC during last year school holidays, I am able to pay the fees. So, basically, I lied to my father about going to Yusuf’s and I secretly going to Yamaha Music Course. To be honest, I don’t feel any sense of guilt. I actually feel very…..content. It feels like I am a grown man living on his own. Independent. No expectation to reach, just ambition, my ambition. I take a bus to the Yamaha School. I waited for the bus an hour for a 20 minutes journey to the school. Public transport is one of the many problems in Malaysia, but for the love of music, I am ever ready.
The 3 hour long lesson ended, but it felt like it has only been an hour long. ‘Damn, I’m hungry.’ I straight away went to the mamak stall and order my food and drinks. While sipping my drink, a girl suddenly sit in front of me. What the hell? “Hai. I’m Ivy.” She said. “Hye, I’m Kay.” I said. She is a very interesting girl, not beautiful, but interesting. She has her nail polished grey in colour, wearing all black, with a red beanie loosely put on her head while holding a violin case. Violinist….awesome.
Ivy : So, you study there too, huh? *while pointing at the Yamaha School*
Kay : Yea, I took up New Electone Course. So, I guess you study violin?
Ivy :Yea, it’s my first love.
Kay : No offence, but looking at your dressing style, you look like a girl who can rock an electric guitar or drums. Most of the violinist are very classy and elegant but you….you are more like a gothic violinist. Hahahahaha..
………………..I’m laughing.She’s not………………………..
Ivy : Yea, you’re not the first to say that. So, you mind if I join you?
Kay : No, absolutely. Mamak! Order!
45 minutes later………
Ivy checks her bag to find her purse as she’s leaving. Then, she said,
Ivy : oh shit, I left my purse. Damn it!
‘oh hell no you gonna make me pay for your meal’ I thought to myself. I just sit there silently, hoping that she would find any scrap of money on her torn-jean pocket.
5 minutes went by and she still could not find any money on any of her pockets. Now, she’s making a baby face. I know what coming up next. In the most feminine voice, she said “can you please pay for my meal. I swear next week I’ll pay you back!” When a girl begs you, with that voice, any guy would sympathize. So, I said yes. I ordered roti canai kosong and she….she ordered ayam tandoori with choc milkshake. Perfect. There goes my RM10.
When I arrived home, it’s almost 7pm and I can see dad’s car on the porch. I bet he’s gonna nag at will be asking way too many question. I walk with the slightest step, hoping he wouldn’t aware of me coming back home late. “Kay!” dad calls from the tv area. “ Yeah dad. I’m sorry I’m late. Yusuf just keep on asking me these really hard questions. So now, I just want to take a shower and…” Before I could finish my excuse, he yelled”Kay!” GULP! “There’s someone you have to meet.” I walked down the stairs and at the living area, I saw a woman wear a pitch tudung with a man. A cute chubby little girl sits adorably in her lap. Oh my god. She’s back!
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