Thursday, October 06, 2005

What this month always reminds me of

Fasting month always reminds me of this one incident that took place many years ago during my freshman year at Uni. There was a really nice, a goodie-goodie type guy in my accounts class. He's really innocent and the type that does no evil. He was kinda short but kinda cute. Anyway, it was fasting month at the time, and then one day he musters up the courage to ask me out to buka puasa with him. I think he became more confident when he saw me exit the mosque after terawih prayers. You know, the fact that I actually went to pray terawih at the mosque made him feel that perhaps I was a nice girl after all under all that.

I remember it really well, he was leaning against his bike and having a smoke and talking to a really a good friend of mine, who was his roommate. I was coming out of the masjid with some friends of mine, and then my friend, the guy's roommate waves to me and says hi. So we stop by and say hi. And during the course of the conversation, the guy asks me, "You want to meet me for buka puasa tomorrow?"

I say, surprised, "Oh? Where?"

And he says, "Here at the masjid." Aww that was so sweet, he asks me out on a date, and where? To the masjid ! I thought that was so cute. I told him that it was sweet of him to ask me, but that I already had a bf and would be breaking fast with him instead.

Well, the last I heard of this guy, I forgot his name, was in the first semester of our second year at uni. There was a big hoohaa going on because he'd disappeared. He hadn't come back home both at the campus and in his hometown for months. He was also supposed to contribute to my friend's accounting project, but since he was missing they had to do double work and were really mad at him. Then just like that, out of the blue, he reappears. He returns to his rented house at the campus to gather up his things. He told his housemates (who were my friends) that he had to stop studying because he got married to a widow with two kids. He had to start working to support them. And just like that, he left.

And that was the last I heard of him.

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