Love…. Be Practical…

Love story by Ira Zenith
I was told by my psychic that I’ll be blessed with a short-lived love soon…; it actually started long before the psychic foretold. I met Michael on the street. He is a hacker… Next time I met him in the food court … in a shopping mall. The way he looked at me with his pure blue eyes… I lose my heart somewhere near his… I was about to start the conversation … just then my flatmate came. He clearly looked disappointed. Mia left soon. The look in his eyes … I couldn’t forget… still now… a flair for happiness … masculine happiness leads the conversation started… I recall last Christmas time… I saw him crossing the road… with a group of friends … er, may be colleagues… I felt a very special feeling only for him. My head sent a message no… Not him. But … that lazy afternoon … my head was not allowed to send my heart any message… I looked for this hunk… 4 long months… but then… he was just before my eyes…… I can touch him … if I wish…; He said in his fully masculine voice… Hello! his voice was like long-awaited rain in desert…; I smiled back … His eyes … looked sure and serious… so deep so clear… I could see his golden heart… For the first time in my 26th year of life… I saw a guy was so happy in his heart to talk to me… I felt so blessed… at that frenzy moment… I looked at his eyes… through my eyes… my brown eyes were so much happy… how can it be a short-lived love… I waited 4 long months… just to meet him for the next time… god bless us…
Blue is the color of Love
Michael asked me a question……. What is inside your file? I smiled back with a wink…Why will I tell you…? Oh! He laughed. I am a hawker. I sell policies… Insurance policy making important papers is mine……. O’ Okay… I smiled…
I was a fool, I didn’t realize that the papers more precisely the quality of the papers inside of the files will decide the fate of our dream soft relationship…
All the while I was dreaming about our first kiss… and how it will be… when&where it will be happening… My soon-to-be lover, Michael was thinking practically … what was inside my file, who I am, will it be wise to talk to this lovely lady cordially… will she pay my heart’s bill cordially… properly?
Just in the middle of our conversation… my boss called me… he heard the conversation and practically decided not to get any closer. He listened to his head and I listened to my heart, while my head was trying to send me well wishes long before I was feeling lovelorn…
He was out and out a logician.
He made the decision. The choice was mine ironically I was the choice taker instead.
He left without any delay.
I felt depressed all night… A simple breeze was blowing but I was feeling lack of oxygen…I was hardly breathing… All night I wanted to breathe new life into my heart. The next morning I took a day-off. And started from Canberra Centre… Luckily he was there with Tash… Natasha… his colleague. Selling policy to a customer, I waited…. after a successful conversation…. he turned to me… The look in his eyes… I was longing for was absent. All of a sudden he said, he is suppose to sell now… and every minute counts… I said Bye. In the middle of the marketplace, he came closer to me and gave me a hug… I was never ever been hugged by a male before, in a public place. I tried to push him away… but could not.In between his strong 26year old arms, he was still holding me… I looked at his eyes… there was a pain, an unknown pain… I leaned my head against his chest… … and after some moment I felt better and took my head away…
Yes… we talked for long enough to pour out all my heart.
Before we “depart” … I looked at him… he smiled at me a matured smile, O’ God I’ll treasure the smile forever. He immediately released my tension.
When I reached my flat … I realized … I don’t have his number… I only have his name… his full name … while talking he showed his driver’s license…
I tried the yellow page… and I found his mobile number there… Oh god is great.
I tried the number and god is really great…
That was him… he recognized my voice…
How are you, Athena? He asked…
I talked for nearly 200 minutes with the person … for whom every minute counts.
that was my first kiss…
He started kissing me. My lips were totally inside his mouth. He was pressing my lips and touching my teeth with his lips and tongue… Until he got the response he was desiring for. I can’t resist him for long … after a minute or two… I started to do my part. When we were nearly exhausted— he stopped kissing and looked into my eyes. There was a light; a flair of happiness I’d rather say from his pure blue eyes. He said let’s get married.
I said ok; I have to think… please give me some time…
I won’t say how long… he said. You take your time… He smiled at me … love is like taking the Cinderella inside the palace as the queen and then keeps her there for the rest of her life… That was so real… but … I woke up early in that morning … to find out … that was a sweet dream. I immediately decided I have to see him today… talking with this person… the gentleman named Michael… is never enough for me… Let me ask him for a date.
While we were talking over the telephone… mom rang… heedless I talked over 45 minutes the next morning… mom waited for the whole conversation… I should have picked up mom’s call… that was my first mistake… should never be allowed mom to interfere… mom asked me what I was doing with her calls… I said impatiently… I was talking with a guy named Michael. Mon asked gently is he from my workplace? I assured her … No… Mom sighed with a relief… as she thinks it’s unsafe to get romantically involved with a colleague… She whispered … “Bosses are a special No No” … I know I know I replied impatiently… Who is He she asked… Oh, he is a person I met in the food court… 2 days before….. “Food court” in Canberra Centre … she cried in agony… what is he…? O’ he is a hawker… Oh no… You are a research officer and he is a hawker…. Well, he is doing his Bachelors in Arts… from the University of Canberra… What good you have seen in his appearance that made you talk for 45 minutes…? God knows from when you two were talking… O, mom… no just tell me … you stay on your own… and I am anxious about you…
That afternoon… mom rang again… and insisted to have a little woman to woman chit chat…… I have to confess… well he is from Perth… his parents are residing in Perth.you know mom… he talked about a vending machine inside the Dickson Woolworths… it’s always there … but I never noticed… Dickson Woolworths has a vending machine…? Yes, mom… O’ he is a brat…… You know mom… he is so hardworking he drinks very little water…
How did you know that…? I’ve seen his dry lips… his lips look so dried inside… You must have to stand too close to him… No mom … Yes… mom murmured anxiously…… Did he mention any debt? Yes … He owes 6grands from 3banks… and how can he maintain his car… I have no idea… Don’t take anybody’s baggage. Mom Said. I was head over heels in Love with Michael at that moment.
I tried to catch him over the telephone that night… but I failed… I tried my landline and yes that other side was ringing… I immediately got the point…, he blocked my mobile number … but at that night Love has taken over not only my subconscious minds but also the real me. He is no more interested in me. He is barring my calls… but then I was just not ready to perceive that point. Why did you bar my number…? I’ve decided to go back to Perth since my exam is over… where I’ll set up my own business… the job I am doing here, now, …. people will do it for me there… as you are well settled here … there’s no point to continue this new relationship into a Love Affair…”But…” my voice stopped… “Yes, I am in love … very much in love with you…” He could not listen…. or he was not any more interested to listen to the rhythm, the beat of my heart…
Did mom ring you? All I could murmur. No. he uttered in a firm voice… O’ your mom’s got a point, she asked you not to mix with me anymore…
No please listen… No, I was sniffing…
Why explain me a reason why you are not anymore interested……
He started with his dreamy voice
The second reason why I am not interested … is your Mom… who never rang me… but I am smart enough to perceive the reason behind your question…
and the first reason is… the difference between the quality of the papers we have in our files… my ones are policy-making simple papers… your ones are concept note for a proposed project… or the … who knows some research-oriented questionnaires…
I went to your office this afternoon… you were there, but they did not allow me to meet you… O’ I was there in your office before to sell policies…
They said maybe you will not be interested in buying one…
Please… I murmured… I love you… I can’t think of living without you……
It’s only 3 days…you will get used to living without my thoughts…
Mike, I can’t remember to forget you ever since I’ve seen you… from last CHRISTMAS TIME… I’ve seen you crossing the road… with Tash… and the group… near Australian National University… I was inside my Ford… driving… A very special feeling I felt only for you…
Well, you’ll be ashamed of you… If I ever continue the relationship… sees your Mom’s also not interested…
I am not residing with Mom anymore… she did this to me when I was a high school girl…..
“Oh! Dear … please try to understand … you will know how to deal with these frenzy feelings… This is your infatuation. This is not loving. This is just a passing infatuation… and you are infected… O’ please don’t call me anymore… … or else I’ll lose control… and lead to a short-lived love. So be Practical.”
He cut the call.
It was almost morning… I knocked at my flatmate Mia’s door… she opened.
I burst into tears… I told her everything… she nodded… “See guys are all these… .. When they fall for you that are true love… and when you fall for them… that’s infatuation…. so no more love honey… be practical.”

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