Soap

“Baby, i rasa kan,” while flipping through a Biochemistry text book (true geeks read textbooks for fun!) looking for ways to hydrolyze triacylglycerols with alkali, in other words — learning how to turn fat people into soaps, i had told, “our paths pernah crossed before. Betul Baby, i rasa.”

“Iya? Kat mana Baby?”

“Kat sini,” i held a deep breath to make my chest appear broader and bigger and tougher and with a finger, i crossed my heart and almost turned the moment into a soap opera. But of course, all i got afterwards, was incredible sex.