Once a stalker, never a quitter.
Owh, pls bear with me dengan cerita mengarut of the year ni.
I’m boiling now (I boleh cakap I’m hot tapi nanti korang ingat I perasan cun plak). hehe.
There was this guy, Dea*. He came into the picture back in June 2006, elok je sehari lepas I breakup (mcm tau2 je). He said that he got my number from my schoolfren Naj*din. We started off with texts and he said he once came to my house back in 2004 kot, time tu open house and si Naj*din ni bawak la him. But sorry la memang tkde dlm my ingatan whatsoever (kalau handsome sure I ingat kan?). And later in 2006 I went to Naj*din’s open house in BAntarabangsa and there he was – can’t take his eyes off me (like he claimed). He even remembered what colour of baju I wore that day! Gilo saiko. But I didn’t say hi to him that day in BA. I though it would end at that.
Texts each day. I’m okay la kan. Ingat nak buat him as rebounce after breakup, so I replied his text diligently. He said things like how he will bring me all over the world with his free airlines tickets entitlement, which only effective if I become his spouse. I noticed the creepiness already but I thought cute apa.
Yes, the time for the first date finally came. I wasn’t as excited, just gonna be a lame way to spend my Saturday night. I said I’ll meet him in Subang area since I’m going to aunt’s afterwards.
There he was, with his big glasses, leather jacket (duh?) and boots, standing in front of my car. Gulp. Memang rasa nak patah balik, but I gather all my guts and promise myself that I will go through the night (even he already turned on my turn-off button with that oh-so-Grease-outfit). Strike 1.
I drove. Silence fill the air for a few moments.
“Jom pergi Victoria Station. I belanja u makan. Anything you want” That’s definitely Strike 2 and he doesnt even noticed it.
Note: I hate fancy dinners on first date. I hate fancy clothes on first date. And this is not even an actual date!
“It’s okay, I malas nak pergi jauh2. BigPlate okaay dah.” Definitely want to puke.
“Order je apa2. On me.” I know you earn big fat check since you’re a MAS engineer, but do you have to mention it like, a gizillion time?
Food arrived. He didn’t talk much. But when he opened his mouth, all he said was : from ‘I’m sorry I tak banyak cakap’ to ‘Syeda u okay tak?’ to ‘Foods okay?’ . Strike 3! I boring gila rasa mcm nak hantuk kepala kat dinding. And he kept on staring at me like some lunatic! Tak boleh tidak, kene jugak jalankan the usual ‘escaping plan’. I can’t bear this boredom any second longer.
Texted one of my friend ” Call me now, need your rescue”
Phone rang. The usual “Owh, you need me now? What happened? He left you in the middle of the street? I’ll be right there!” fake-conversation.
“I’m sorry, I have to excuse myself. That was my bestfriend, her boyfriend leave her in the middle of nowhere and I kene pergi ambik dia skarang. Sorry. And thanks for dinner” And there I was, as a cockroach, made my way to aunt’s.
I thought he would be brilliant enough to read my signals. Or maybe he is, but he just don’t care. 5mins after I left BigPlate, he texted: I think I’ve fallen in love with you. Gaaahh..what the fu*kingmotheronearth he thinks?! Strike 4, without doubt.
Note: I hate people that say I love you on first date. Period.
And I decided to never reply his texts or calls everagain. The end.
Owh, not quite (didn’t you read my first line? If you forget what it was, please scroll up now and read it.)
He texted, calls like there’s no tomorrow. I just ignored and didn’t reply any of it. And few months gone by. I thought he had stopped (Owh, I don’t know people can love someone they barely know that much). But one day his texts turns into threats. “If you tak jawab call I, nanti I datang office you and make a scene.” L-A-M-E. “I nak datang minggu ni dengan rombongan meminang“. “I nak pergi bunuh diri“. Yeah. like I care.
But I have to text him saying that please stop all these nonsense. I have never like him, and never will be. He texted angrily by saying that I don’t even have a special boyfriend, why is it so difficult to accept him? Blahblah….
He stopped, at least until 7th April 2008. Orang gila mengganas again. he called me last night and of course I didn’t answer la kan. I’m trying to be positive and thought it’s just a friendly call. Later a text came in , “Syeda….” and I feel like the ghost haunting me again.
Arghhh! Gotohell laaaaaa wei. I have never care and I won’t start now. Bring it on la!
Ps: I hope you read this: even you’re a MAS engineer, my heart can’t say yes if my brain already said no. Sekian.