A day with the Girl next Door.

This essay is going to be a little longer than the last, but anyhow here it is:

I was bored. So, I decided to disturb her by asking, via SMS:

"What are u doin tis CNY?"

"Notin la, come over la to my house"

I stared at the message for a few minutes, I was in disbelief; this would be my ultimate chance to see her again. So, I thought about it, should I or shouldn't I? After a day sleeping over it, I finally decided to go and see her. It took me a day to slowly ask my mom and dad to go out. Questions like "Will there be any boys there?" and "What are you going to do when you got there?" came flying out at me. I picked my self up and stood my ground, and humbly asked them again. After, a few hours of convincing, I finally got them to let me go.

It was Sunday, it was 1.30, my dad was ready to send me. I was sweating, I was nervous, but most of all I was excited. So, I picked up my camera and my little gift, and hurried to the car.

It was the first day of the year; according to the Lunar calendar. We drove down the road, I was making up conversations in my head. I really can't believe that I was going to see her again!

We arrived at the destination after almost 20 minutes of driving. We got lost at first: the housing area was big, so after 3 minutes of wandering around, I took the chance to call her. I dialed my phone, a caller ringtone rang in my ear. I couldn't make out what the song was.

"Hello!?"

It was her, her soothing, sweet voice. My heart started pounding. Then I said:

"Hello!?"

"Yes, oh it's you. Where are you?"

"I am lost, what number is your house again?"

"Where are you?"

"Somewhere. Behind a lot of houses, maybe the back of the 'taman'."

"Oh, ok, go back to the front my house is at the first row as you turn in just now, you can see my house number there."

I quickly asked my dad, to speed up, we went to the house and I saw it. I was in disbelief. Then my dad said, this is obviously her house. I saw other guest arriving, so I got down from the car, grabbed my camera and my 'gift'- a cake, from the back seat. I looked at the house, I started feeling more and more nervous. I took my phone out from my pocket, dialed it, again her voice. I told her I was outside; then I heard her front door open, and there she was, the girl which I had my crush on so much. I walked towards her, I smiled widely, she invited me in; and there was I, in her house, where she lived.

I smiled at her, I looked into her eyes, my it was beautiful. She showed me a seat, right at the front door was a table, she had her classmate there, eating laksa. I smiled, again, my eyes gazed over to her, she was wearing a purple dress, all nicely fitted around her, her hair was let loose. Her elder sister was there, I met her, we introduced each other, she was on her laptop, she then pushed over a bowl of laksa to me. I stared at it, I wanted to eat, as I was feeling a little hungry at that time. Then, she looked at me, we started having small talk. I dug in the bowl of laksa.

As the conversation was still going on, her dad came in. I instantly stood up and shook his had and wished him a happy new year. I was his student. I went back again to eat my lunch. Again they started to talk, I was the odd one out, reason so because I can’t speak Chinese. Oh well, too bad for me.

I finished my bowl. Her sister then offered me, a Chinese traditional bowl of mixed fruits, that was her younger sister. I ate with delight.

Then her classmate wanted to leave. I stood up and smiled - again and this time said bye too. Then the table was just us, her sisters, her dad, herself and me. We talked and chatted away. I tried to keep my eyes distracted but I just couldn’t resist looking at her. Then her dad went out.

A conversation broke out about piano. Then all of a sudden her elder sister started playing on the grand piano they had. It was beautiful!

Then she played. I stared at her, she was going to play for me! As her fingers ran across the keyboard, I couldn’t help noticing how smooth her hands were. She kept on playing for about 30 seconds, 30 seconds of pure peace in my heart, her look on her face, I shall forever cherish it.

Hours past, the clock kept on ticking, 4 o' clock, 5 o' clock, then I asked her for a drink, she gave me a tour of the house. Again, I was getting all giddy inside. She poured me a mug of Sarsi, then we went outside. The outside of a garden, was nice, pleasant, she had two dogs, which never liked. We sat there, her grandparent's karaoke machine was playing all the 70's music, all themed of love and peace. I just felt like standing up and singing "I wanna hold your hand" to her.

We kept on talkin for another hour or so. Then I decided to go grab my camera, which I left earlier inside. I trailed behind her, watching her every move. Now we were back at their common room, her sister was there. Then her dad came out, he went to take a shower, and then 'pop' the lights went out, at that time we stared at each other, me the feeling of drowning into her eyes, hers, I will never know. She scurried to ask her dad what to do, and then she switched back on the electricity.

Again, we sat at the table, with her younger sister there. Then, all of a sudden my phone rang and I heard the voice of my mother. She cried out, that I should be back by now, and my dad is coming. I dread that moment, why can't I just spent a few more hours here?

Then I looked at the time: 7.30

My, I was here almost 6 hours.

So, I waited for my dad. Then her parents came out, all dressed prepared for dinner, and there was I talking with their daughter. I liked it there. We continued talking, and having small laughs together. Also, her mom offered me a hot drink, I was touched but I respectfully declined it. Then all of a sudden, my phone was playing "I can get No Satisfaction" - it was my dad. He was outside.

She stood up, on her feet saying "Thanks a lot, and thanks for coming." I just felt like wanted to hug her and said thank you for everything, but that would obviously be my death roll. So then, she opened the door for me, and I walked towards my dad's car. I saw her mom and her waving goodbye.

That wouldn't have been the last time, I saw her, and that is just the account of my one day with the girl next door.

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