Sunset by Carol.

In the months where my days started with a cup of hot coffee and ended with a cold writing, — clumsy even –, i began to befriend a girl who liked Hello Kitty and disliked ice-blended drinks, and the hot weather. She had a secret boyfriend who everyone knew about, and a pink keyboard. She made me lose a bet once. With a group of similar friends, i put one ringgit betting that she had slept with her boyfriend. But when the time came for her to finally admit about the relationship, she just didn’t throw us a simple lie, she went overboard by claiming to have been holier than the mother of Jesus, the Virgin Mary. She told us a fairy tale; “When in bed, my boyfriend and me will just think of each other. Never had sex in my life.”

Funnily enough, there were people who bet on the fairy tale, and won my one ringgit. But they all would, i prayed, be sent to hell. Amen.

“Hey,” came Carol to my desk one evening, “look at the sky outside, did you bring your camera Firdy?”

“Yeah.”

“Can i borrow it?”

Sunset by Carol.