Yesterday, I had to relief another cikgu who was on a one-day medical leave. So I was happily going into the class with a smile, thinking of what to do during the weekend, and at the same time who I should be dating.
Okay let me re-phrase that – because dating is so unIslamic – who I should be hanging out with.
I’ve been talking a few people on a regular basis and I think they’ve earned a lunch with me, or at least coffee. So naturally, I’ve been keeping my mind off something that would certainly disturb me considering that Temasek was probably where it all started. I cannot deny, though, that being far from him does not mean that I would forget. April 20 is nearing and I admit that this date will forever be etched in my mind.
Just as I was beginning to start things anew, one of the students raised her hand and asked “Cikgu, you look familliar.”
“I was an ex-Temasekian,” I replied.
“Which batch were you in?” another question.
“I graduated three years ago,” three’s a jackpot.
“Oh do you know my cousin?” she asked again.
“Does your cousin have a name?” and she did hit jackpot.
And her answer was the last thing I wanted to hear. The funny thing is, she was not even in the school when I was in my graduating year. How does she know that I know him? Or was it coincidence, or perhaps fate? I don’t just know him, I was in love with him, crazily, truly, madly, deeply.
And maybe I still am….
