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A slender shadow of his body was painted on the wall, illustrating every inch of the muscular arms and perfect hands which now held me tenderly, stroking the back of my neck like a snake trying to seduce its prey. Cool yet stale. The air surrounded us like an invisible witness, motionless in a time that stopped ticking, absorbed in our own world. Sweaty and sticky. Our breath rushed at its own pace, accelerating as seconds turned to minutes. Minutes into hours. Everything was silent except for our summoned lips, blocking us with the only thing we heard, whispers, burning the passion into a night of bonfire, stinging us with the addiction of being burnt by fire. As we raced exploring the body before our eyes, we were stunned and paralyzed at the burst of comfort we finally found, sparing us several milliseconds in Nirvana. As we lay under the warm and soft quilt, drowned in the so-called heavenly earth, I felt the urge of love like never before. Smiling on the thought of joy, I reached for his shoulder to feel the tenderness once again, but my hands never reached him. He stood up quickly, picking the clothes scattered on the floor, trying to dress himself fast as if ashamed he had ever showed me his body. Then, without a word, he left, without giving me time to talk. *** Its 7 oclock already, honey. We dont want you to be late, do we? mother asked, smiling her proudest and brightest smile, reassuring me that everything is ok, and will be ok. Her thin lips were drawn to the sides of each of her cheeks, carving deep lines around her smile, a proof of her aging days. Yes, mother. Ill be sure not to be late. I still have some time. The orientation starts at 8 oclock. I replied optimistically, making sure that worries were far away from her mind. She has had enough worries waiting in line every single day; I wouldnt want to add anymore of it. Mother smiled, again. I know youll do great. Why dont you go early to show them what a hard worker you are? Im so proud of you. Im so proud of you. The words were like an explosion in between cliffs, the sound always coming back at me like an echo, like a boomerang chasing me. I wanted to be an optimist, to see the future in a way runners see their finishing line, eager to finally thrust their hands and grab the ribbon fluttering in front of them. But I cant. Her smile, her assurance, her hope. As mother encouraged me with her high hopes, she was vacuuming my spirit into a small and airless package, tightly packed and crammed with fear.

Well, Id better be going. You just rest in bed today. Dont do anything hard. Promise me, mother. I kissed her on the cheeks, feeling her dried skin as the moist of pleasure had evaporated from our life. Not that we arent grateful, but life had always been better. I said goodbye and closed the gate as I took my first steps towards my first day of college. *** Kriiiiiiiiiiiing I arrived just in time. The bell rang as I stepped inside the boundary of Dandle University, fenced by bold steel bars which glistened under the bright sun like a sweat trickling down the skin of tight and firm muscles of an athlete. The towering metals did not block any beauty though. The green and freshly cut grass was like a vast ocean bearing a floating castle in its centre. The buildings of Dandle University, located right in the middle of the land, silhouetted blocks of Lego toppled over another, shaping an endless tower reaching for the sky. Classic. Spring and autumn combined into one. The cool breeze and warm sunlight led me to the main entrance, double wooden doors, greeting me with smell of fresh pine. Carved deep with beautiful and swirling symbols, the door was only the introduction to my unwinding path of college. Well, theres no going back, here goes. *** Welcome new students of Dandle University. This is your fist step towards the future, so grip it tightly and dont let it slip away! the rector exclaimed, thundering the hall with his low and heavy voice. In response, a youthful cheer, optimistic and eager, surrounded the hall from the voices of the sophomores. They were voices of the young and the spirit full. I could see they were mostly two or three years younger than me. Im not surprised since I finally entered college after two years of hard work. My hard work was finally paid off by a stack of money used to pay for the tuition fees. I joined with the army of voices, chanting the just-now-learnt anthem of our beloved university and swayed myself back into the soul of a younger me. *** My first day of college, and its done. Orientation, introduction, Im no more a virgin of campus life. Ive tasted at least six hours of it. One thing for sure, Im relieved. Exhausted, of course. But as I finished first day of college, Daddy wont let me rest. Stop lying down so useless. This day hasnt even ended yet. Weve still got the whole night. Daddy ordered me directly. I know how hard he is, but I also know how soft he can be. He knows that I have a series of dreams to catch and he supported me in achieving it. Come on, now. Youve got to get to your work place. said Daddy, starting to feel irritated by my laziness.

Yes, I know Daddy. Ill just get ready. I replied quickly, followed by my hurried steps over to my changing room. As soon as I changed, Daddy pulled the car down and I took the front seat, giving me views of the road onto my workplace. Ill drop you off here. When youre done, just call. Daddy said before leaving me with the smoke from the cars exhaust. Another night of work. *** Introduction to Economy. Building B, second floor, room 5. The class was packed, not only with students but also with various pitches of voices. Laughter, whispers, serious discussions, awkward talks between newly introduced sophomores. I spotted an empty seat and hurried to the third row, tucked in the middle. I fastened my grip on my cardigan; the air conditioned licked my skin like a ghost giving me goose bumps. Hi. said a stranger. Sitting next to my right was a Prom Queen. She had blonde hair, tied neatly into a ponytail, and her face was beautifully carved with a final touch of a memorable smile, melting everyones heart with one look at her. Hi. Im Lucy. I replied and stuck my hand out to shake hers. Good morning everyone. Welcome to the class of economics introduction. a short and round man, dressed so formally, stepped to the highlight of the class, standing in front of everybody else with a confident smile. Ouch! The girl next to me poked me by surprise and whispered, Candice. While slipping her soft hands upon mine. My first friend in college. Let me introduce myself. My name is Professor London. You can call me by Prof. Don. Now, enough of that, Im sure everybody knows what tax is, can somebody help me define it and how the system works? the word tax was written in capital letters on the white board, pulling everyones attention, especially the guy next to my left. Tax, as everyone knows, is an amount of money demanded by the government in order to support or facilitate public needs and development. The voice was heavy, yet fresh, coming from my left. Like a crunch of honey comb, dripping drops of sweet, thick honey just like the effect of his voice upon me. Sweet. Sending chills straight to my ears, along my spine, inside my stomach. Silence. He was smart. As for the system, payment day and tax due date are like two magnets pushing away each other, the first, people stand in line to collect their salary as soon as possible, yet the second, people stand in line to pay tax as late as possible. He continued.

*** His name is Harry. Tall, athletic, and he drives a Merci to campus. I guess he had everything I didnt have. I couldnt even pay my tuition fee in one round. A car to go to campus? I only relied on to my feet to take me to campus. Ah well, its not a problem, right? No, it is a problem. Me and Harry, were like The Prince and The Pauper, only hes a man, and Im a woman. Lucy, can you serve the man in the table corner? Or are you already serving other guests? Lucy? asked Tina, my bosss assistant. I awakened from my day dreaming, in the middle of my workplace. This is embarrassing. I took a second look in the mirror, and made sure that I was neat enough, and made my way to the corner table. Though my body was here, but my mind was somewhere else. Harry. *** Hows your college so far, honey? mother asked eagerly. It was my second week in college and things were still ok. Its going quite well, mother. Im enjoying the classes, and the lecturers are fun enough. How about your friends? Are they nice to you? Im sure they are worried being in the same class as you. Youre very smart, you can beat them like an Ace, honey. Oh mother, youre exaggerating. They are all very smart, too. I replied in defense of my worries, in between the pressures. I know, honey. And I know, too, that you never let me down. Mother said, trying to soothe my down. I didnt reply. Silence came to present over the next few minutes, leading me to another day dream of me and Harry. Theres something special about him, but I dont know what it is. Is this what they call love? Hah, Ive got to be kidding. Who am I fooling around with love? Ive never even been loved. Im not worthy enough to earn someones attention, to earn their passion. Its true that experience is the best teacher, and Ive experienced a lot. Boys are like fishermen. They lay a bait of sweet attention, attract a girl, and when the girls already hooked, they take the bait and leave the girl lying in bed feeling lonely. Emptiness, loneliness, Ive befriend them. I didnt want to fall for the same kind of guy over and over again. I want something different. I want to be special. I have to go to campus, Mother. Remember, dont force yourself in doing tiring chores. Ill do them later. I said good bye and left. ***

Workplace was crowded. I was still wearing the same clothes from campus. Extra classes forced me to come late. Everyone else was rushing here and there, leaving trails of various perfumes. I better change, quick. I rushed to the changing room with my costume for work, and froze. There he was. Sitting quietly, taking a sip of wine, once or twice. He looked up and our eyes met. I ran over the changing room and hid myself. He was the last person I would like to see today. Ive had enough bad luck. Gossip had it, that he was dating Candice. Not a surprise I guess, both good-looking, both smart, and rich. My costume felt like it was two sizes too small for me, the shock of seeing him here and the sudden increase in heart rate was making me feel like a swollen frog. I tied my hair back, put on thin make-up, and walked out of the changing room. Lucy, serve that man over there, the one drinking wine. I felt a sudden numb all over my body. Why Harry? I dragged my frozen legs over him, and felt a numerous weight upon me. The 5-meter distance between us was like a 5-country distance. Tick, tick, tick Time was moving ultimately slowly, giving me the effect of slow motion as I made my way to Harrys place. Finally, I made it. He looked up and was waiting for me to break the silence. I was about to open my mouth to say a word or two, when he stood up, and kissed me. The workplace soon felt empty, the crown suddenly vanished as I felt the world was only revolving around me and Harry. I felt the sudden warmth and softness that his juicy lips offered. I kissed him back. *** His Merci was luxurious and smooth. Familiar buildings and roads passed around us in a blur as he swiftly drove the car in the middle of the night, racing to where we were heading: the hotel. He was driving extremely fast, yet I liked it. No worries. No fear. My adrenalin was speeding and accelerating, got me drunk in my own excitement. Ive never felt this happy though I know Im not supposed to fall in love with him. I dont want to be disappointed anymore. Would he just leave me like every other guy? Is he going to leave me torn apart in the middle of the night? But what if he really liked me? What if I am special? All these questions were bursting like dynamite, trying to blow an answer, but nothing. I cant help fantasizing. I knew he was special, and I was special for him. A mixture of classic and contemporary. His sweat vaporized within the air along with an aroma of fresh wood, harsh and rough, catching my senses like the smell of an opened bottle of strong old wine, yet after a minute or two, it settles into the soft splash of orange juice, sweet and subtle. His athletic hands were holding the wheels, taking control of things with every muscle gripping tightly. I kept my eyes upon him the whole journey, but he didnt look back. He must be busy with the hectic traffic, I thought, reassuring myself that he is perfectly in love with me. After half an hour, we parked at a grand hotel, one of the biggest hotels in town. La Gran Casa. Harry opened the door for me, what a gentleman. He held my hands as we walked towards the

entrance, but he didnt say a word, nor did he smile. A few words with the receptionist and a swipe of his credit card, we were now in charge of the suite room at the fifteenth floor. The room was empty and stayed the same. Silence was painted on our lips as things seem to be in the mute motion. He led me to the king-size spring bed, with petals of red roses scattered on its quilt, leaving me amazed with his next move. Clothes were soon taken off from his muscular body, one by one, revealing his slender body, attracting everything who took a glimpse at it; even the moon took a peep, leaving trails of dim light into the dark room. I was hypnotized. He was a perfect silhouette of an angel, shadowing the wall like a noble knight who won the fight that night. Everything was beyond perfect, except for one thing. His eyes. Empty. I could see no passion in them. No heat, no fury, no anger, no emotions. Nothing. Yet they were desperate. I just dont know for what, or I refuse to know? But his actions were telling me something different as he held my body as if he was holding it for the last time, helping me undress tenderly. My body lost its control, paralyzed by the sudden gush of euphoria within me. His hands were soft, stroking the back of my neck like a snake trying to seduce its prey. Cool yet stale. The air surrounded us like an invisible witness, motionless in a time that stopped ticking, absorbed in our own world. In our world full of games and tricks. The bed was our palace. The cool air changed drastically as we touched. Sweaty and sticky. Our breath rushed at its own pace, accelerating as seconds turned to minutes. Minutes into hours. Everything was silent except for our summoned lips, blocking us with the only thing we heard, whispers, burning the passion into a night of bonfire, stinging us with the addiction of being burnt by fire. As we raced exploring the body before our eyes, we were stunned and paralyzed at the burst of comfort we finally found, sparing us several milliseconds in Nirvana. As we lay under the warm and soft quilt, drowned in the so-called earthly heaven, I felt the urge of love like never before. Smiling on the thought of joy, I reached for his shoulder to feel the tenderness once again, but my hands never reached him. He stood up quickly, picking the clothes scattered on the floor, trying to dress himself fast as if ashamed he had ever showed me his body. Then, without a word, he left, without giving me time to say a word. He left, leaving me with nothing, apart from a pile of money. Several sheets of money neatly put on the table in the middle of the room. I knew this was coming. I knew all along. But denial, denial. A fool, thats what I am. Falling in love with a customer. What am I expecting? True love? Tears trickled down my cheeks which glistened in the middle of the night. I remember father once told me, True love is there for everyone to feel, they will come and find you someday and not miss anybody, because everybody leaves a trail of uniqueness, and thats what true love is, they love you for who you are. ather, can you see my true love from above? I wiped my tears, and tried to forget what had happened. Like everyone said at the workplace, be professional. I dressed myself and made sure I didnt leave anything. I took the money and shoved it into my purse. I looked at my phone and went through the phone book:

Daddy, calling I walked out of the room without ever turning back.

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