Farahain's fantasy

Once upon a time, there was a newspaper man with beard, mustache, and his pale skin. He looked Asian, or maybe European. He spoke loudly, to sell his papers to everyone down the road, and those neighbours living upstairs in that flat. He was plump, with grey hairs and dark brogue shoes.  What irritates him is that you have to shout to tell people or beg them to buy the papers. "Only 1 dollar. Sister! Brother! Come and read today's paper! Updated!  The Star!" Everytime I went back frm my bookstore, working 10-10pm, he was still there. Today, I bought croissant for him. He talked gibberish but I just played along. " No one talked to me. No one buys the paper anymore. It's the latest news. " "What happened today? Can you tell me? Maybe I want that newspaper too," I said. "Today, an enormous tree fell on them. They were Mr Rowdy, Miss Raven and a fat cat. The lady was dead, her lung got stucked in between the branches. You see, the fat...

"Mommy, I don't want cereal my breakfast! It boring! Teacher say it has sweet, sugar and not good for children. I am going to be in the hospital, I don't want more needles!"  Alyssa screaming throwing tantrum. Maid Becca tried to console her. "Then what do you want for your breakfast, honey?" she asked her. "No honey, that not good too Aunty Becca! I want protein, vitamin and less carbi," she explained. That's quite funny, I can tell. "You mean carbohydrates my dear. Okay, starting tomorrow, daddy and I will get you ham, chicken breast, fresh fruits and vegetables, and milk for your bones!" while stroking her hair with comb and pins, I looked at her father. So drowned in the news. "You mind pampering her all her life?" My husband,  Franklin said. "I am not! She's my only baby, you see!" I kissed her cheek. "Tell me which one do you like for your party tomorrow, darling?" I showed her pictu...

After ten years I came back to this town. Memories came back. Kuala Lumpur, the city of neon lights, and the music from the cafes,  rush hours of humans, public transport. How I miss being here. Anxious as I was late for my date, my friends scolding me, and we might miss the event for fancafes. It could be worse, I tell you. My scarf was not good on that day, it went back and it was a hectic to wear it properly. The wind blew it. Coming back to the reality, and I saw these skinny looking girls. So obsessed with #Dontrushchallengetiktok. So fetish with their outfits of the day. (OOTD). Some cute girls took photos with the Llaollao yogurt. I waved at the girl at the counter of the yogurt outlet. She said "5 more minutes!" There I waited for her break time. She sat in front of me, reaching out for me. "I miss you babe! Ten years, where have you been?" " I was at Australia, doing my studies. How about you darling? Are you a manager, now?" She was a...

Sitting there, sipping coffee. I was there still waiting. Where is he? Is he on his way? Sipping coffee. Again. I will be dehydrated if it's all I want to. But, I am already dehydrated for this drama again. He never comes early. I see him coming. Raining cats and dogs. He slips in his pocket to take his handkerchief, not the one I gave. He keeps talking. His eyes don't sparkle anymore. I ask for more cakes, buns or croissants. All they have. But it's already  2 in the morning. This coffee shop closes at 1. How do I beg the staff there to let me just wait for an hour more, just in case he comes? There he is, smiling at me. Dark, tan skin, hazel eyes, always say I love you. Or is that in the past tense (grammatically and naturally it is)? A busy hectic worklife he leads. He runs errands for everyone to everything, being the manager of a company, at the age of 25. He, .... Never,.... fails  to amaze me. The reason I love him, is the reason he is here f...