Ricky stopped chewing, even... he put his satay plate down. Drink the ice cendol, then be quiet for a while. His eyes seemed to be scrutinizing my face. As if, he wanted to know what my expression would be like when I heard his answer.
"Sorry, I didn't tell you first." he said, I tried to smile. But for some reason, only a twitch appeared at the corner of my cheek. My heart doesn't feel right, and... I'm afraid of losing him. I don't know, why does my heart feel like this? I have absolutely no idea!
"If it's for your future, that's fine, really," I answered.
Yes, let's say if I'm naive, or a hypocrite and such. I accept that! Because my words that are pretentious and fine tend to be the opposite of what is in my heart.
