Creative Exposition


“Hellooo..”, she greeted him as she climbed into the car.
“Hello, how are you?”
She chuckled then teasingly answered, “Still alive..?”
“Good. Being alive is good.”
She laughed, he smiled.
The past eighteen months of not seeing each other didn’t change anything between them. Their conversation has always started off that way.

“I couldn’t think of anything else for lunch today..” He sounded apologetic.
“It’s okay. In fact, I have yet gotten the chance to eat this since I am back, so it’s perfect.” She threw him a genuine smile, hoping that will ease his worry.

“What would you like to eat?” he asked while browsing the menu.
“Never been here before,” she replied “why won’t you recommend?”
He placed his order and she swiftly added “make that two.”

“How about the drinks?” the waiter asked.
“Hmm, mineral water” she answered almost instantaneously.
“Make that two.” he said.

He shook his head then threw his head back laughing.
“What’s with you and your choice of…”
“I know, I know.” she cut him curtly.
“You’re just unlucky to meet guys like them..”
She nodded. “So,” she continued after sipping her water “then you should introduce me to some decent guys right?”

He didn’t reply her question immediately, deep in thoughts.
“Nah. They are not good enough for you.”
She looked up to him but remained silent.

 “You don’t know the real me,” he argued.
“Then you should just show me. You don’t have any faith in me, do you? she rebutted, slightly annoyed.
“Not that I don’t trust you, I just don’t want to ruin whatever good impression you have had of me. I’d like to keep it that way.”

She wasn’t impressed.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“I am.” he answered promptly.
“Then you should just be yourself in front of me. I am not one who judge, you know that!”

“Are we still watching the movie?”
“Do you have time?
“I do, do you?  Don’t you have to eat with your family tonight?”
“Not tonight. As for time, I do for as long as you do.”

“Are we seriously watching that?” she questioned.
“Yes, so that you don’t forget your root.”

That earned him a playful hit to his arm.
“Oh please, I am still Indonesian enough..”

 She leaned into him and whispered “Do you know what cats are afraid of?”

“Cucumber.” He burst into laughter.

She was sipping her bubble tea when he suddenly spoke up.

“You have not changed. Your personality, the way you think, your speech pattern,” and with a flicker of mischief in his eyes he added “your size….”

She kicked his leg halfheartedly.
“Do you really have to mention my size?” she pouted and he laughed wholeheartedly in response.

“I am sorry, I am sorry.”
She chuckled. He was pulling her legs, she knew that.
But the conversation raised another interesting question in her brain.

“No change. Isn’t it bad that I have yet to make any progress in the past one and a half-year?”
“No no. I didn’t mean it in a bad way. You don’t have to change really.” he tried to appease her.

Ambivalence engulfed her. Partially, she was glad; someone accepted her the way she is. However, doesn’t that also mean that her effort to improve herself has been unsatisfactory that no apparent change is recognisable?

I felt his gaze so I looked up.

“Would you be interested to come hang with me and my friends?” he asked cautiously.
She shrugged her shoulders, “Sure, why not? As long as they don’t hate me.”

“You’ll probably see the real me then. And no, they won’t hate you.” he replied.

“You’ll have to wait till I become a lawyer.” he ended their discussion on the highly controversial trial.

“Waahh, you are truly amazing. Two degrees, one in law, one in medicine…”
She kept her gaze on the road in front of her, she couldn’t tell his reaction upon hearing her remark.
She then added in a hushed voice “When you have become very successful, don’t pretend that I am a stranger okay?”

Nah. You’ll always be someone dear to me.”

She fervently hoped he meant his words. After all,  he pulled a MIA act on her before.

“I don’t want to go hunting for you. You’re not Pokemon you know.”

“Oh yes! Charlie Puth! That’s his name!” she exclaimed excitedly.
“Ah yes. I was looking for this song.” He finally stopped browsing his song list.

We don’t talk anymore by Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez. That’s the song.

He suddenly murmured “This song is very fitting for us.”
She raised her eyebrows, frowning, obviously in a complete disagreement with him.

“What do you mean? Aren’t we…?”
“In the past eighteen months, I me…”
“Nah, nah,” she shook her head, “We are obviously talking now.”

He chuckled.
“This is more fitting for me and my ex-boyfriend, not us!”

“I am getting slightly excited now.”
His excitement was apparent, he was gesticulating, something he won’t do normally.
She laughed.
“Let me know the dates.”

And the day ended.


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