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30. Back and Forth

Fionns

For a few days, Kimaya and I exchanged messages just to tell each other about the trivial about each other.

Fionn: what is your favorite food?

Kimara : hm. What yes?

Oh, my fxcking God. There is no question that is not answered by this girl. I wonder if there are any questions he answered? Yeah, besides the questions on the exam paper, I mean.

Kimaya: many

Kimaya: I like to eat

Heh? My mind then manifested Kimaya's body shape in the brain. With such a big body?

Fionn: are you sure you like to eat?

I can't believe what he just typed. I think I should question his seriousness in saying that.

Kimaya: fucking lo!

It suddenly appeared from inside my chest. He can guess what I'm thinking now.

Kimaya: mentang2 I'm thin dry like this so do not believe that I am his hobby of eating

Kimaya: yes?

I replied to the message with a male emoji who was raising both hands to the side as a gesture of not knowing.

With lightning fast he retaliated with the orange round emot with the paster of various marks covering his mouth.

Seeing that I became angry. Fxck. This girl can be so hilarious at times. Soo complicated all the time. One question about his favorite food has not been answered until now.

Fionn: so what's your favorite food really?

It took me a while before the reply came back to my phone.

Kimara : hm. I like dessert

Kimaya: the sweet2

Kimaya: uh, but not always

Kimaya: I like the bosenan

Kimaya: so yes

Kimaya: likes to change the menu

Hm. I think I am getting somewhere with this answer. I guess she really does love her food.

Before I typed in a reply for the messages he sent, another message suddenly appeared.

Kimaya: you?

Kimaya: what is your favorite food?

What is my favorite food? I started to think for myself. What, yeah, my favorite food? What irony, no, if I'm going to easily answer the question of something that is not a food that I like "eat" and it's very difficult to determine my favorite food? I wonder if anyone has ever asked me that.

I like the menus in Crusty Deb, obviously. Because I've tried all the menus there and on average it's all delicious. However, if there is another option, if the menus are made by someone other than Bu Deb, will they still be my favorite food? Or do I not like it anymore? Or when I dine at expensive restaurants with Arnold and Monalisa Haas during an outdoor occational dinner we do just for the sake's of appearance, and I do not enjoy the food I ordered, does that mean I like the menus berbandrol exorbitant there?

What does all that mean? Where did my train of thoughts go?

The vibration within my grasp returns my mind to the present moment.

Kimaya: woy

Kimaya: you haven't answered my question

Kimaya: don't tell me you overslept

Fionn: don't be careless

Fionn: I haven't slept at this hour yet mah

Fionn: it's still early

The night is still at number ten past seventeen minutes. It's too early for me to squint my eyes. After all, I feel quite amused when filling the house vacuum by replying to a light message with this girl. Things I could not do with another girl or my friends. Make what? I don't care about them.

But wait a minute. Does this mean that I care about Kimaya?

Come the fxck on, Fionn. Don't be so naive. You do this for a reason. And that reason is very important to you. Remember your goal, Fionn. Remember what you want to accomplish at the end of this journey. You do all this for a reason. There is no reason for you to do the same to Aldi, Hamish and Mario. Aye, right?

Oh, how I am forever grateful for the devil in my head. He was always there when I needed a reminder for my cause. He was always there when I needed the sound of logic. He was always there when I needed realistic advice.

Back to the chat, then. It turned out that a new message had come in when my mind went wild.

Kimaya: so what dong?

Kimaya, I want to know too

Kimaya: errr guenrasa I should also know my girlfriend's own favorite food right?

I'll ignore the sarcasm in that sentence.

Fionn: I love food at Crusty Deb

Fionn: whatever it is

Although I know I don't have to answer Kimaya's questions honestly, but I think I owe it to her to answer them correctly. At least that's where I can give you honesty.

Kimaya: oh?

Kimaya: okay

Kimaya: what about the drink?

Without thinking long I typed a reply.

Fionn: I like soda as much as water

Kimaya: that's all?

He doesn't need to know that I like to chug vodka in Arnold's closet when everyday life feels too much.

Fionn: yeah

Kimaya: okay

Kimaya: I like sweet iced tea

I shook my head. After dessert, she claims to like drinking sweet iced tea? Is he not afraid of diabetes?

And, because I am so stupid at times, I type a message that is the same as what just crossed my mind.

Fionn: damn girl

Fionn: aren't you afraid of diabetes?

When you delete the message, the two checkmarks below the message have changed color to blue. Fxck! He has read my messages.

Fxck.

I thought of sending another message to change the direction of the conversation, but before I managed to do that, a message from Kimaya came in first.

Kimaya: what should I be afraid of? My life can't be worse than this

Fxck me seven ways to Sunday. This girl will be the death.

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