Surveillance of the Waiting Eyes pt. 2
Without taking her eyes off me, May continued hopelessly, “It was my father. He talked to me last night…” She pushed her bangs out of her face. “He said I can only make them proud if I would marry the son of this known businessman! It’s crazy! This is serious and so as the situation. This is not funny.”
Out of this puzzling line I had just heard, the question, why was I too insensitive to feel her troubled heart nudged other curiosities that sprang in my mind. I tried to be relaxed, or better to say, I tried to appear like I was relaxed. Consoling her, I said, “Come we should not waste our precious time.”
With the thought that I must be the one to fill out her gauge of happiness with my euphoria, I made a joke. “
Let’s just deal about it tomorrow, but now, let’s go there and be happy!”, pointing the spot where we had a remarkable date. But that was the most careless joke I made. Near that restaurant was a big billboard of a geisha with a fan covering her face! I hated it. That earned me a first slap — crisp and reddish— like a fresh tomato. Not a thing I dreamt of experiencing even out of the people looking at us.
She misunderstood it and I couldn’t blame her. So I tried to clear things out but the moment I was almost at the peak of my explanation, my cellphone rang. Damn it! Why couldn’t I make my life run smoothly the way I wished it to be?