A short story.

I was in my last year in my college when I met Mr. Unwell. At That time, I was in the middle of boredom and because of being away from my family in eight years, my cheerful personality became “expired” little by little. So, to save it from its expiration, my way to ease the boredom was to hang-out in the mall nearby our school.

I used to stand-by in the bench in front of Appliance Center where I can watch movie in their television they our selling.

You can see me also in the Video-K box in the Arcade Center , entertaining my self alone. After jamming with myself, I used to order my favorite snack, ” immortal Burger!”

Aside from burger, another thing that caught my attention was a guy who works there. A simple but nice-looking guy who used to stare at me every time I’m there. I can’t deny that sometimes, it makes me feel conscious, Is he admiring me or criticizing me? The way he look at me, seems that there’s a meaning.

However, every time our look bounced to each other, he used to give me his courteous smile, which I don’t know why I always returned.

Day by bay, although I am busy with my burger, I was deeply aware of Mr. Unwell stare and this really bothered me every time I went Home.

Then fate decreed us to meet in the Video-k Box and what a coincidence, hanging-out is also one of his hobbies. But I never thought that, that meeting would be the beginning of a beautiful but a sad love story.

Meeting in the Video-K box after my class and during his break time became one of our daily routine. After jamming, we stayed in the room, just talking. To my own surprise, I told him my life story, although, I left the darkest and most painful part of my life. Perhaps it was my heart that dictated I should keep it secret.

I didn’t know about him, except the fact that he already has a girlfriend, who is a saleslady in the department store. Because of his situation (having a girlfriend) However, I deliberated refused to get emotional about him. It just a sort of jamming to entertain my self why I go with him and there’s no reason than that. And we promised that we’ll never cross the limit, just stay as friends.

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