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R for Rome

24 July 2007

“Look! This is not a conversation!” Luke accused.

“Oh yeah?! So what do you want to call what we’re doing right now? Huh?! Simultaneous Monologue?” Sarcasm in Micah’s voice cannot be hidden. Her voice trembles as she opens her mouth. There’s too much pain she cannot bear anymore. Just too much pain.

“I’m asking you to talk to me. No, OK… Let me rephrase that. I’m no longer asking you, I’m begging you. Can you be considerate enough to answer or at least react properly to what I’m telling you?”

It’s Micah’s deep sighs that only respond. Inside her mind, she’s repeating the non-stop mantra of blame and hatred.

Shut up. Shut up. How dare you? Just shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

“This sweat is so irritating!” Luke mutters as he softly dub the Penshoppe hanky on his forehead.

In the first two months of their relationship, Luke’s vanity amuses him. But it’s plainly brain wracking now. She sometimes thinks Luke is a homo and their relationship is a big lie. A farce they both put up.

For Luke, it’s for fame. For Micah, it’s desperation. Talk about life’s unfairness.

But she knows these are nonetheless mere imaginations. Micah loves Luke. And Luke, with all his vanity, his day-and-night sarcastic and ironic nagging, loves Micah with such devotion and passion Micah could never deny.

Micah knows so well Luke is just overwhelmingly concerned on halting the argument, to present precisely his point, while wiping the sweats covering his forehead, temples, and neck of course.

But Micah just didn’t feel answering nor listening at all. Luke have said the key words. The very words that make Micah’s heart sliced into lean pieces until those pieces of her heart were like beaten path towards doom.

“This is so unbearable!” Micah yelled five centimetres away from Luke’s left ear.

“Ouch! Why do you always have to do that?” Luke tries to test his hearing while shaking his head.

“Do you want to have a deaf fiancee?”
“Maybe I’ll opt for a deaf fiancee rather than a vain man who dreams to be my weighing scale.” Micah looks scary with her eyes forced to be wide opened.

“Are you furious only because I told you to stop eating half gallon ice cream and two bars of Cadbury chocolate in our date?” Luke’s eyebrows raise till it reaches the sky.

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