Rainy Couple's
I'm not the Princess
Matias was in disbelief at the sight he saw. In the mind of Matias all this time, Nabilah who he usually knows through television and magazines, was not much different from him. He thought that the way Nabilah ate was graceful and classy. Uh, actually not much different from him. Matias was shocked, pangling, and at the same time feeling amused.
Oh my God, did I not see it wrong, Matias thought. Meatball meal time up to as much as three bowls? The message is meatballs that have meatball bones as well. In addition, the chili sauce is abundant in the bowl of meatballs. Already so, why are there more yellow noodles than the meatballs? If you want to eat noodles, just order chicken noodles instead of meatballs. Go on, that way of sitting, geez. Not afraid of what Nabilah if both thighs become objects of spectacle?
"What the hell?" ask Nabilah who sucked meatball bones like lollipops only. The woman was even grinning. Bizarrely.
"Nlab,..." Matias still didn't blink. "That's lu, well, I'm confused as to how. Because all this time, in my shadow, you're not like this."
Nabilah. "Haha.you're not the first person to tell me that. People if you don't know me, must be surprised to see the Dalemnya I like how the original. Selow do me the same. It was just in Tivi. I am aunty. Sante kayaking again in the pante."
Matias had not even had time to spend a bowl of his meatballs. He was busy noticing how Nabilah spent his bowl of meatballs, trying to figure out how to kiss Nabilah's lips.
Nabilah chuckled, and his hand tried to pick up the tissue that was near Matthias. Matias helped to get it.
"Lu think I'm eating like a princess? Just like in soap operas whose houses are like those castles? Who eats neat? Not three bowls? Who doesn't snack?" Nabilah confronted Matias with questions. Who is this the child artist? Nabilah or Matthias?
"Gue is not a princess, let alone a goddess, Matthias." said Nabilah who on one hand looks firm, but on the other hand, looks playful.
Matias just nodded as his mouth formed the letter 'o'.
"Abisin gih your meatballs." Nabilah. He patted Matias on the shoulder. "Don't tell me you're full just because I saw you eat meatballs? Matthias, my face is not meatballs that can make your stomach full."
"Hahaha.funny you, Matias. Yes, my meat is abisin yah." chirps Nabilah again.
"Take it." Instead, Matias prefers to drink bottled tea only. "I swear, I don't want to eat."
"Matias, you know what? You are different from most guys. Want that class or u-sister class, you are different. I look around, you're the only one I'm used to. You're not tacky, not hysterical either. I'm comfortable on your deck, Matias. I like the same as you are."
Matthias was stupefied. What does this mean? Himself shot? Is this prophet expressing love to himself?
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The Immigration Office,
"Woy, Nab, wake up" Matthias tried to awaken the sleeping Nabilah. For it is soon Nabilah's turn. The queue number of Nabilah - that is number one hundred and twenty - is intermittently again.
Spontaneously awakened.
"Congratulations, yeah, Nab?" matias nyengir. "You're staying up all night, huh? Hold on to your queue number."
Nabilah nodded, then slightly pressed both of his eyes. He then sighed. Just now he had a dream back to the times he was and Matias was still a white-blue student. That last time, that dream, it happened two weeks after MOS. Nabilah and Matias ate meatballs first while waiting for the other two friends (Darius and Naomi means) to come.
God, what did my dream mean just now, Nabilah complained. I want to try to move on from him, why even dream of an experience with him? Move on is heavy, huh?
