Mabuk

Aku ada seorang kawan

Tugasnya meneman aku jalan-jalan

Kadang2 dia bayar bil lepas kami makan

Jenis lelaki yang tak kisah basah jalan saing dalam hujan

Tapi dia ada satu masalah yang aku paling tak berkenan

Hari Jumaatnya selalu ikut kawan2

Duduk menonggak bir berpint-pint

Semua pub di Newcastle ini dia dah rasmikan

Pagi Sabtu banyak perkara yang jadi sesalan

Katanya cukup sudah, penat isi perutnya dikeluarkan

Pening kepala, sakit urat, tunjuk aku lebam yang ada di lengan

Manja minta simpati, minta aku tolong jagakan

Tapi sakit mabuk bukan sakit yang aku boleh pulihkan

Tolonglah wahai kawan berdiri dengan pendirian

30 tahun sudah faham dunia punya urusan

Apa kata kita mula proses pemulihan

Kita berjalan di bawah sinar perak Sang Bulan

Aku paling suka kalau kau yang mula anyam2 tangan 

Kau tinggalkan semua, mamat2 Geordie yang konon gentleman

Teguklah aku ganti semua wiski, semua wine

Aku jamin kau takkan sakit, takkan pening, takkan pengsan

Biar aku yang rasuk kau, biar aku jadi sumpahan

Mabuklah dengan aku, wahai jiwa yang kempunan!

Rain

I wasn’t prepared for the rain. I only got a coat on. He said he got a hood and smirked.

“I hate you,” I said.

“Thank you,” he replied.

So after we finished a splendid meal at Istanbul Cafe, we both walked out and I noticed he hadn’t had his hood on.

“Why?” I asked.

“It’s not fair that you’d be the only person wet,” he said.

May God bless kind souls.

Warm

I was always complaining about the weather. I’m not used to Newcastle wind or the icy air. I have always spend my life near the Equator. Now, I am bundled up in layers of clothes in summer.

“My hands are cold,” I told him several times. He did not reply. I touched his arm. His was warm but mine was more convincing as a reptile’s.

“I must be related to dinosaurs,” I said and he smiled in return.

“I got you something,” he said last week.

In his hands he held a pair of black thermal gloves. He’s either fed up with me complaining or he’s just being him, the sweet boy who brings flowers to his Mam.

Productive Day

I went out with him several times. He’s a sweet, gentle but quiet guy. I asked him when was his birthday and he said it’s during the weekend.

“21st or 22nd?” I asked.

“Sunday.”

I can’t meet him on that day. He said he’s going out on Friday and I’m not free on Saturday.

“Can we meet on Monday? Pick a pizza place. My treat,” I said.

In less than an hour he replied my mail saying it’s o.k. He’s off on Monday.

Oh, I thought. He probably wants to relax. Maybe we could re-schedule to another day.

His mail was clear.

“I took the day off so that I can meet you earlier. Have a productive day.”

Well he is not a man with many words but those will keep me warm for as long as I can remember 🙂

Just Venting Out

I am staying with my childhood friend in Newcastle. She’s married with 2 kids and sometimes I help them mind the kids. It’s just simple tasks and I don’t mind it because I love kids.

I was quite bored surrounded by the same people so I put an ad looking for friends. Several responded but just one particular guy was serious. We mailed for 2 weeks and he suggested that we met and we did.

We mailed and we met several times. He’s decent, quite shy and prefers listening than talking. That’s fine by me. Yesterday he suggested that it’s movie day and invited me to his place.

When I told my friend, she was actually fine with it. She suggested that I should cook an elaborated dish and bring it over. I thought it might be a good idea since I’m hungry every 3 hours. I can’t eat popcorn and snacks the whole day.

We were supposed to go grocery shopping together but she said I should go first because she got some things to do. I really didn’t know how to find spices at the grocery’s so I end up choosing other stuff suited for a simple stew. 

While cooking, I told her that I’m taking the train and Greg would meet me at the train station and she just completely changed to a different person, well at least for me.

She said that I was trying too hard, that I appear desperate and a shameless lady going to a guy’s place. At least show some dignity, she said. Ask Greg to come and pick you up halfway. I was speechless by this outburst. I did not think of it that way.

I did not mind cooking and I thought that my previous train experience would qualify me to take next one without problem but she insisted that danger is everywhere and Greg should be there to receive the blame.

I said fine. So I have to mail Greg and explain why he had to pick me up at the nearest train station. He did offered to come but I said no but now it seemed that I changed my mind.

I was quite happy the next day though it was very cold. Greg came as promised and he has a beautiful house in the outskirts of the city. We watched a funny movie and some reruns of Friends. We ate popcorn and some bread with stew. It was going very smooth until he made a move that suggested that he wants more than a cuddle. I ignore that for several hours and he gave up. He sent me to the train station and I went home.

When arrived, I chitchat a bit with my friend but an hour later the husband was back and the first question was, ‘I thought you sleep at his place?’

I did not know that accepting that kind of invitation is kinda approving the whore stamp on your forehead.