She had her back to me. He planted a kiss on her cheek, a soft peck, while she was talking to another person. His eyes darted across as draw his face away from hers and he caught me looking. I supressed a smile. High-school kids; young love, I thought. How sweet. I remember being 17.
H came with a tray loaded with our food. As we ate i found I couldn't really keep my eyes off them. The boy's eyes, I thought, was filled with love. Almost oblivious to life's harsh reality. He didn't talk much, just kept his soft gaze on her, occasionally, while eating. Young love, I thought again. She tilted her head a bit, she's Chinese, then i realized the rest at their table were Chinese, so I just simply assumed he's one of those Malay-looking Chinese boys.
H was somewhat immersed in dinner, and I kept my thoughts occupied with my memories of high-school and love. It is nice, sometimes, to be right beside each other with our thoughts a million miles apart. It is comforting, to allow each other those moments.
We were halfway through with our food when people at that table started to leave. He got up, waited for her to gather her things and took her hand in his. My heart melted again. I forced my eyes elsewhere for fear of being caught staring- again. When they were finally at the exit, i took a final glace, on the back of his jersey the name read - Haikal. Classic tale of a Malay boy falling in love with a Chinese girl. That, made it so much sweeter. We finished dinner, and I went home smiling. What i saw at dinner that night, made my day.
H came with a tray loaded with our food. As we ate i found I couldn't really keep my eyes off them. The boy's eyes, I thought, was filled with love. Almost oblivious to life's harsh reality. He didn't talk much, just kept his soft gaze on her, occasionally, while eating. Young love, I thought again. She tilted her head a bit, she's Chinese, then i realized the rest at their table were Chinese, so I just simply assumed he's one of those Malay-looking Chinese boys.
H was somewhat immersed in dinner, and I kept my thoughts occupied with my memories of high-school and love. It is nice, sometimes, to be right beside each other with our thoughts a million miles apart. It is comforting, to allow each other those moments.
We were halfway through with our food when people at that table started to leave. He got up, waited for her to gather her things and took her hand in his. My heart melted again. I forced my eyes elsewhere for fear of being caught staring- again. When they were finally at the exit, i took a final glace, on the back of his jersey the name read - Haikal. Classic tale of a Malay boy falling in love with a Chinese girl. That, made it so much sweeter. We finished dinner, and I went home smiling. What i saw at dinner that night, made my day.
