So, the bush walking was on Saturday, right?

It said “Berry Kiss” on the tube of her moisturizer, i took it from the center compartment and dabbed the lotion on Emma’s thigh while she was driving Kega — her grey Toyota Celica — and while i was enjoying the taste of my fingers caressing her silky smooth and scented thigh, i had asked :

“Can i go a little higher?”

“Nooooooo!!!!!” screamed Emma.

And then we laughed, not because i almost made it to another bush, but because Emma was enjoying touching herself too — until i told her to stop.

1.

“Firdauz, are you single?”

“Yes i am.”

“But why?”

I told her the usual lies — all those bullshits i had been telling others about. In the sentiment that was odd and perhaps not shared by many, i assumed, this was the coolest and the most impressive way to explain why i was being single for more than 3 years. I told her how the society had shaped me, from wanting to have a steady girlfriend, to getting rejected, to moving on to another girl, to getting rejected, to moving on to another girl too quickly and getting rejected instantly and all became good friends and dating had become a routine and before i knew it, i had too many girls and an awesome title : I am a dickhead.

And when i had almost believed in my own lies, i told her the truth.

“I’m single because i like to talk a lot of bullshit la kot.” There, the whole honesty, i thought. Easier for me to digest it. Lantak la!

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