Friday, August 21, 2015

The heart has its own language

Hey playboy. Where have you been hiding?
“Ada kerja dekat site. Happy je. Ada apa-apa ke?”
“Kerja apa?”
“Ada la kerja sikit”
Humble as usual. Anyway dengar sayup-sayup dah ada handphone
“Cepat je dapat tau. Kenapa? Nak mintak nombor la tu”
“Ye la dearest. May I have your number Romeo?
In return dapat apa?”
Anything you want to!
“Min, sejak bila Za masuk O&G?”
Almost 6 months now. She will be in New York this weekend
“Bukan dia memang dekat sana ke?”
“Washington la dear. Why you asking me?
“Tengok nama dia ada dalam senarai. Tak tahu pun dia masuk O&G”
Casanova...skandal merata tempat”
“Dah nama pun buaya darat”
“Eleh buaya darat konon. Rindu your ex meleleh jugak
“Hati punya pasal Min. Kalau boleh di pilih-pilih senang la. Nama pun jatuh cinta. Kena jatuh baru dapat cinta”
Am I on your ignore list?
Can’t remember
“Menyampah. Too many to remember eh?”
“Hahahaha too many to remember them all. Farid al-Atrash sihat?”
“Huh!”
“Aik lain macam je”
He’s not like you la dear
“Habis?”
I just say goodbye to him
“Laaa. Habis bila nak jumpa Mr. Right
Mr. Right tak nak I. What else should I do?
Who is your Mr. Right? Teringin betul nak kenal”
Hello Mr. Z. You’re my Mr.Right
“Hmm...”
For the first time we have met in HBS dearest
The old sweet time
Don't feel sorry about that.The heart has its own language