The Rumour of a Divorcée

So it was rumoured in school that I am getting a divorce.

Rumoured??

One morning, my little lover, Yong, who is a year older but two times prettier, sat beside me suddenly, while I was having my coffee and reading the entertaining political news in Malaysia.

I was really surprised to see her as she teaches in the afternoon session and there is no way to see her before 11 am.

Apparently, she came here to pass up the applications for University which I am still totally hesitant for.

I don't know whether I should apply for it or not.

It's a four-year course, I will only go to Uni to study during my holidays, my precious holidays.

She told me, I should apply as I am really young right now and it's the best time to study.

I told her, now that I am single finally, I wanna take this chance to travel more.

I did not tell her the real reason, if I must spend all my holidays studying, I will lose a lot of precious time with Alberto.

She acted shock, she was shock about me being single.

She said, there were rumours but no confirmation.

LOL.. How funny, suddenly I feel like Lindsay Lohan.

I asked her why didn't she came to confirm with me as we are pretty close friends, she said she is not that busybody.

Apparently that attitude is not applied by all the teachers in my school.

A lot of teachers went around to confirm with others whether the news regarding my failure marriage is true or not.

I would really appreciate if it was out of concern, but inquisitiveness?!?! I don't think so!!

They wanted it to be true, I guess, so there will be more dramas in school.

... so they can talk about it over a cuppa tea.

I guess they wanted my marriage to fail as I am the only person in the school who was lucky enough to marry a white guy.

... and lucky enough to marry a jerk.

Desperate housewives aren't annoying until now, so are desperate teachers.

Bitches, mind your own business!

I really hate it when people try to "confirm" such things that aren't in any ways related to them, I am not heartbroken but still unpleasant.

Especially this desperate housewife named.. "Bitch".

Bitch was really surprised to see my form applying for my holidays with the reason stated "divorce procedure". She then went around confirming whether I was going to divorce or not.

Drama, drama, drama, for her!

This morning, when my college asked me a question which when I answered, it indirectly confirmed my ex's status, Ms Bitch turned around in shock looking at me.

In shock, shock because finally she got the answer she longed for, not because she's sorry I am getting a divorce.

She must be as happy as Cinderella's stepsister when the Prince popped the question, they've been secretly having an affair behind Cindy's back.

She might be thinking that I am as lonely as a lonely bitch, but who the fuck cares?!

I don't mind being bitched, but not being desperate-housewifed/teachered.

I hate being on her lips, I hate being on their lips.