I loved Malacca. I loved this vigorous, sprawling inconsequential town. Malacca is a place where I have been living for 19 years. It seems like living in Malacca is an exiling for my life.
This was my first semester break. During this break, I did nothing. The rest of the week was uneventful. But when i opened my eyes in this morning, something was special and different.
It was the light. It was a blinking signal from my handphone. I read that message. She needed some papers, so I got some papers for her.
I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her single-edged eyelid. I wasn't comfortable with expressing my emotions out loud. I flushed tomato red.
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