When I was kind of sober again, I found myself sitting
on the sofa of a KTV. Z was right there, staring at me. ”Are you OK?”.
He always behaved as a gentle man. But I couldn’t.
I hated
when I lost myself. I weighed it so much while it meant noting to him.
How come
he did not care a bit after the time we spent and the text-in English. I was
perplexed a lot.
He asked me whether I was ok.
How could I be OK.
………
Again my throat began to choke closed, and I found it
hard to speak.
But I nodded, suggesting I was ok.
Then I began to feel like vomit.
I went out to toilet.
………..
I stayed in the bathroom, squatting down and sobbingwith
arms crossed over my chest.
I was not aware of the time until my legs went
numb.
The moment I went out, Z came into my sight.
He was there.
“better now?”
I nodded.
“Let’s take a walk”.
He grabbed my hands to the door.
…………