Lunching with the girl with a single name.

The declaration of love between her parents, made up her name. We were playing anagram 7 o’clock in the morning.

“My mother’s name is ** and my father’s name is **,” with no delay, i wrote them both on a piece of paper. Ready to guess what her name was.

“My name has only 6 letters,” I drew 6 underlines. “Only 1 word? No first or a second name?” I was curious to know. “Nope, just a 6 letter name, all in a 1 word,” she answered me.

“** yang ** cintai,” she wrote that on the paper. “That was what my mother told me what my name stands for.” People don’t lie at 7am in the morning. She didn’t too.

She, the girl whom i managed to finally guess her name an hour later, was my lunch date of that day. Only she came a bit earlier, actually a bit too early.

She came to my place at 5am in the morning.

She came to hang out with me the entire morning, the entire day, the entire evening.

Wait, dial back the whirling time so it puzzles you less.

We, i mean her and me, have never met before June 1st, 5am on a sunday morning. I swear to God i never knew her name until about 3 hours later that morning. I swear to God we did have our lunch as a date later that afternoon.

So what did i call her before that morning then? I called her “Sayang“, just like i called everyone “Sayang“. Now you know my darkest secret.

So what name appeared on the screen of my cellphone when she called me then? Sayang 1? Sayang 2? Sayang 11? Don’t puzzle yourself with more riddles, it only suggests of how typical a guy can be, but of course, you’re probably right too anyway. I’m just like any other jerky guys with no brains. I actually put her internet nickname into my phonebook. As jerky as that.

Good, now that i don’t have to swear anymore and i think God just hates me whenever i spell his name out just to help you to understand few awkward lines, just to get you to read what’s on my mind, and probably to laugh a little. It was a full stop wasn’t it? The sentence before this. Weird writing this one is.

As weird as my day was. I spent 14 hours from 5am till 7pm with a lunch date who slept on my bed, showered in my bathroom, went home with my t-shirt, left her t-shirt and her jumper here so i could send to laundry, and shared lunch delivered to my condo in the 17th floor.

“A01, A05, A11, B02, B03, C01, C04.” We ordered 3 main dishes, 2 side dishes and 2 desserts. Those were the codes from the menu i kept in the kitchen drawer.

“Kesiannya you, nak makan je kena call, Hello, saya nak makan!” She laughed at my strange way of having meals at home.

“…..” I think, i will always be good at making cheap and dirty facial expressions. Because she pitied every sad hideous face i made.

“Awww… nanti you kena beli this and that, start cooking simple meal like this and that.” Girls, they like to rule guys’ lives don’t they? In a good way i mean.

She ruled my bed, i slept in the living room. She ruled my living room, i went back to my bed. I hid under the blanket, she came underneath it. I closed my eyes, she kissed me and then asked “Is this wrong?”

I haven’t really answered that.