To commerate an excellent episode of Sawan Biang....update
Let it be known that Harit Rangisman was a man of his word, thought Soriya. Harit had wined and dined P’San nearly everyday. He bought her roses, he bought her jewelry and he even bought her the ugliest looking stuffed dog Soriya had ever seen. Everytime P’San was out of the room, Soriya took the time to kick the dog around. Worse of all, Harit made a point of finding and saying hello to Soriya everytime he came over for a date. He always smirked slightly while politely inquiring after her. While his eyes danced micheviously, but not one impolite word came out his mouth and he had made no move on her since that night in the garden.
“Damn, I getting dark circles under my eyes because of that bastard�, exclaimed Soriya as she looked in the mirror. How was she supposed to sleep when dreams of soft lips, hard chest and hot exploring hands invaded her dreams? Well, it was probably best if she stayed out of their way so the next two times Harit came over, Soriya made sure to be out of the house. She licked her ice cream moodily as she sat on the park bench. She had one more hour before it was safe to go home. Suddenly, a hand descended on her shoulder and Soriya whipped around in surprise. She was half hoping it was Harit. They had had plenty of such stalker-like encounters.
“Nukul�, gasped Soriya.
“Why is my favorite girl looking so sad on such a nice evening?�, smiled Nukul.
Soriya relaxed. Nukul was an old childhood friend, almost like a brother. He looked after the garden and helped her mother.
“Is everything ok at home?�, inquired Soriya.
“Fine but your mom and I miss you so I thought I’d stop by. I was on my way to your uncle’s house but saw your sad puppy eyes here�, joked Nukul.
“Sad puppy eyes! Come here, let’s see who’s going to be sad�, screeched Soriya as she chased after him.
They arrived breathless and flushed at the house, still arguing and playing around. Soriya stopped still when she suddenly bumped into the wall. What the hell, a moving wall?, thought Soriya. She looked up to see Harit’s bemused face and P’San’s annoyed one.
Awkward wasn’t even to describe that situation. While Nukul was sweetly polite, P’San was coying as usual, implying all sorts of things about Soraya and Nukul’s relationship. Harit was the enigma though. His eyes usually so easy to read, looked shaded with some unidentifiable emotion.
Later that evening, Soraya and Nukul walked in the garden after dinner.
“Soraya,� started Nukul hesitantly, “Will you marry me?�
