Facing the Faces.

This is getting funnier.

Usually, i would always have a reading material such as a magazine or a novel with me, but not last night. Last night, i just happened to read people’s faces and the stories they wanted to tell, or hide. They, the faces, always talk to me, wanting my hand to gently stroke on the surface, to run my fingers rubbing the texture of their unsolved problems. I need money, i need money, i need money, and with enough money, everything is going to be alright. People worry too much that it just shows on their faces and you can read them like an open book.

“You tak perasan i ke?” asked a girl, facing me.

I had to make the “Wait, are you talking to me?”‘s face. Completely puzzled.

This wasn’t a dream, wasn’t a lie, wasn’t a fiction, but stranger. On this train, there really was a girl, a total stranger, talking to me, asking me whether i did notice her. I was stunned by her question, and my reflexes was failing on me. Before i had the chance to make a new friend, do the small talk and bla bla bla, money is not everything bla bla bla, she turned to face the other people and never to look at me again.

She was kinda cute.

=(

But okay la, okay la. At least i had 2 strangers talking to me on the same day, yay!

=)

Next time some stranger talks to me again, no matter how weird and random their approach can be, i’m gonna pretend like i’ve known them for years!