He
looked at the people sitting around the table.
“Ada
soalan lain ?”
There
was some fidgeting and some murmurings. He knew there were many questions in
their minds. It was several months since he had met them. But somehow they all
seemed to sense the urgency running through his mind. An urgency to get this
over with.
“Mr
Mark, saya nak tanya……” Rosli looked intense as he explained his problem.
Mark
felt a mild irritation. But he answered, explaining patiently.
“Ok,
kalau taada soalan lain, kita berhenti sini la,” he quickly gathered his
papers, not letting his eyes linger on anyone. He didn’t want any more delays.
It was almost four.
***
“Harbour
Place”
“Lima
belas encik.”
It
was daylight robbery, and Mark instinctively began to protest. But he was
already opening the door, and the driver knew he had the upper hand. He just
smiled.
Mark
got in. He drummed his fingers against the seat, as the taxi crawled through
the traffic.
***
He
waited. Where would she come from? He looked past the laundry. Then at the
doorway near the minimarket. And then at the guardhouse. And back towards the
laundry. And there she was. Walking towards him. A dancers walk, feet floating
lightly over the ground. She looked tired. But she looked happy.
***
The
apartment was neat and functional. A light breeze gave a cool feeling as Mark
sank into the sofa. Medical books with gruesome pictures were lying about.
“I
made something for you.” She danced over to the kitchen. She returned with a
small bowl. She handed it to him.
“I
made it myself. Special for you. Less sugar.”
Mark
looked at the yellow goo. He felt inexplicably good. Was this what it would have felt
like ? If he had a daughter of his own ?
Someone who would care for him, think about his likes and dislikes, and make things for him? He looked down at the contents of the bowl again. It looked
inviting now. He took a spoonful. And looked up, to find her watching him
expectantly.
“Delicious.”
She looked pleased. She mumbled something about the yellow colour. But Mark was
overwhelmed by her simple loving act of taking the trouble in making the kesari…. for him.
He
looked up to see her with a mug of water. Even the water was delicious and refreshing!
Time
flew. He knew he had to leave soon. But he savored every moment. They talked
about her studies, about gemstones in teeth and everything else. And then at
last it was time to leave.
***
“Oops,
I left my book upstairs.”
“Ok,
you wait here , I’ll go get it.”
“
No, Ill come along. You probably won’t know where I put it.”
Several
more minutes in her company.
***
She
got out of the car to say a final goodbye. And then she was gone.

I cried after reading this. In the midst of a class on chronic obstructive pulmonary oedema. I love you :)
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