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Hello, nice to meet you!! I don't know how did you end up reading this silly blog, but anyway, thanks for starting reading this thing!!! This blog will be my aid to keep my sanity from the whole mess in my own brain. There will be at least 2 series that I will keep on posting. The first one is "Brain Damage Control" or BDC. In this series, I will write about anything I learned in the day. It might be super random, but I will keep it easy to read, easy to understand. It's a practice for me too =) The other one is "The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop". This will be a micro-novel series. Please enjoy the might-be-not-a-very-new-concept-but-I-like-it-this-way-anyway experience while reading it. I hope I could keep writing it in an interesting way. Of course, any suggestions and requests are highly welcomed!! So!!! Enjoy!!

Monday, 2 November 2015

The Tale of a Boy in a Coffee Shop #48

"Well, it's not like I don't know your name. I just didn't have the chance to say it," the young boy blushed as he answered. "And I don't think it's a weird question, coming out from me." He dug in his pudding.  

The young lady waited, patiently. As the time past, she came to understand that the young boy was not like any regular boy. He is a very observant kid. He must have picked up that question as he saw someone said something about never to forgive, the young lady told herself.

It was not completely wrong. The young boy did hear a sentence or two, came out from angry people around him, but that wasn't the main reason he asked.

"Two days ago, I was playing with the other kids around my house. As usual, we are kids, we played hard. Then, I accidentally hit the head of one of the bigger kid. I apologised immediately but he couldn't take it."

The young lady waited.

"He suddenly punched me, on my face, and pushed me, trying to take me to ground. I pushed him away, I tried not to punched him back. I just... lightly pushed him." The young boy stopped and sighed. The young lady could see a small bruise on the young boy's cheek which he tried to cover with his slightly long hair.

"I am not sure how, but we ended up fighting. The other boys were cheering on us as we struggled on the ground. He is bigger, but slow. I won the fight and he was so ashamed that he cursed on me. He swore he would never forgive me for the disgrace."

The young lady looked deeply to the young boy. She understood it then. It wasn't because of his personal observation, but from his own experience, she thought.

"I like him. He is a good friend with a good humour sense. I don't want to lose a friend," he stopped, nearly cried.

"To never be forgiven for a lifetime sounds depressing indeed," the young lady touched lightly the young boy's head, as he put his on the bar. " But time will heal, trust me."

"Time... will heal?"

The day was getting brighter as the sun climbed higher. Would it shine the young boy's heart?

 

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