The Security Guard

Hadi was a security guard in my college, he's a tiny short little guy whose eyes shone when he smiled, very very cute.

I have very different taste when it comes to men because most guys I thought were cute, ended up being "disasters" in all my friends' eyes, they never thought a guy I thought was cute, was cute.

Who is that whorey enough to like a security guard?? Only me!

Everytime I passed by the guard house, I would look at him and gave him a smile, that time, I winked at him, big big time, then he gave me a smile I knew he liked me too.

We can only go as far as "like" or "crush" or not even before but no more as he is a Muslim.

Muslims aren't allowed to date anyone who is not Muslism, and I would not convert into some kind of religion for a guy!

I did not know why, even though I knew nothing would go on with a guy, I would still flirt with him as far as I could go.

Then, I got his number, by looking at the whiteboard in the security guard house!

Of course, I text him later, what's the point of getting somebody's number without doing anything??

I made a big mistake texting him, I did not know he's... like that..

The day before I went for a performance for Malaysia's National Day, I met him at the guard house, he asked me out for supper.

I could not say yes, I would be in big troubles if anybody caught me having supper with him!

First, my lecturers would definitely have a "little talk" with me, then, I would be officially crowned "Miss Slut 2003-2005".

No way, I could not let that happen.

So I made up some excuses and that I could not meet him.

The next morning, he text me and told me he had a dream about me and him having two children, one boy and one girl.

Aww... How lovely...

He also mentioned the children were playing in the backyard and that we were watching them happily... He also remembered their names!

Urr... A bit too much information...

After I came back from the rehearsal and performance, we talked more. He could call me from time to time, but I did not keep the phone calls long.

We did not have a mutual topic to talk about.

Then the calls gotten more awkward, since he told me he loved me.

Urr, that was only like.. the second call??

Let's put it this way, we did not see each other that often as he worked night shift, we barely talked to each other, we barely knew each other and... he loved me??

Even worse, he told me he loved me, he asked me to say that back!

The conversation was like the following:
He: I love you!
Me: Really? Wow.. Thanks..
He: Do you love me?
Me: I... urr... like you.
He: Come on, tell me you love me.
Me: I like you.
He: Come on, don't you love me too?
Me: I... urr.. like you, really..
He: Tell me you love me, please...

Then I pretended the line signal was bad and I was busy and I really had to go.

He made me a deal, he would hang up only if I agreed to tell him I loved him next time.

No problem, of course!

Just I would not pick up his call next time.

He tried to call me and text me several times, but I did not reply, I was frighten.

He must have sensed the tension I had, therefore one evening, when I was worried I would bump into him at the guard house, he went hiding inside.

He then stopped calling me for a very long time...

Until I was at that scout camp with Mas, he called me out of the blue and told me he stopped being the security guard of my college.

I only bumped into him once at a photocopy shop outside my college.

... and I never heard from him again.