This is Interstellarlove

FOUR He wakes up from his slumber, still on his bed, he looks to his left - there she is laying on his chest, still asleep. He moves her head gently before getting off the bed. He sees his book and pen on his study table, takes a sit and starts thinking of what to write but nothing came to mind. ‘Continue this later’ is what he wrote on the new page. She was moving around the bed as if she was struggling to wake up but defeats her own objective by continuing to dream away. After spending 30 minutes on thinking of what to write, he went to the kitchen to cook eggs and hotdogs for breakfast. Now he knows that she sleeps like a rock even after he makes a rucuss by dropping the frying pan. As he was about to finish up, he sees her leaning on the wall with only the blanket covering her body. She could smell the eggs from the room and it aroused her senses. “Is that for me?” she asked. “Oh please, it’s for me.” he replied as she tries to have a taste of the food. He obvio

Chapter 15 “Do you think you’re a bad person?” “No, I don’t think,” my mouth spurs open words. “I know I’m a bad person.” Are you alright my darling, I haven’t seen that smile of yours for a very long time. There is a guy, waiting a call from his lover, when the ring phone rings he picks it up to hear his lover saying that they are no more. Their relationship ended tonight. He needs a hug and kisses. Is he alright? “Why do you say so?” Because ghosts are real, and killers go to hell, and they go to hell because they are bad people. I’m a killer, thus I’m a bad person, that’s how I know. “I don’t know Mister Loh, because I am. That’s how things go in this world.

EXTRA: Pre- “Can I ask you something?” he asked. “Yeah sure.” she replied. “Do you find me handsome?” “Honestly?” hesitation in her tone. “Of course honestly.” “I find you cute only but you’re my kind of cute.” she replied. He slides closer to her with intent on kissing her. Kisses. Slow kiss. She replies in kind by giving and continuing their smooching session. “I lo--” she interrupted, “Don’t.” “Boundaries huh?”, he said.

Chapter 14 We cannot choose not to be humans, but instead being a savage is an option. Liew and I, after all the chaos has passed by, arrive at a big house at noontime. Liew and I didn’t say much during the ride here, we spent almost an hour not knowing one another. There were cop cars rushing in to the scene, but we were far gone already, they couldn’t possibly trace us, I think. Well that’s my opinion anyway. One time, I saw a woman got raped at Block D, not far from Block F. Until now the cops haven’t found the rapist. So I have low expectations the cops can find us, seems like they wouldn’t by the looks of how calm Liew is driving around out in the open. Liew parks in front of the big house, not doubt belongs to the big man. When we get out of the car we are welcomed by the big man himself, half naked, with shorts on looking very leisurely. “What happened?” he asks. “Where’s the other guy?” “Yap is dead, Bakar.” Liew says to the big man. Big man’s name is Bakar. Bakar

Chapter 13 It is a Thursday morning and I have skipped school. When I arrive to the street as instructed yesterday through the phone, I meet up with a big old man with a potbelly. Behind him are the two men with tattoos on their neck, who paid a visit to Sybilla and Saida the day before. It’s warm and clear today, but by the looks of it, I will be threading into the dark shimmers of decomposition underground and most probably illegal business, which leads me to suggest death is nigh. I stand face to face with the old man, wearing my boots and black clothing, he laughs in disbelief. He says to me, “You’re the guy on the phone? You’re Kid? You’re just a kid.” The two men behind him made an obligatory laugh as their employer is just bursting with it. I nod unsmiling and straight edge as I am; I ask him, “What’s the job?” I just want to get this over with, as fast as I can. And as with the rhythm of a cheesy tune, he stops laughing, and tilts his head to examine me. He asks me

THREE He exited his apartment with his confidence of the day which in layman’s language means, a smile on his face. Generally, he would take the bus to the main campus but today, it is a bit different, he walks. Strangely, his surroundings seem to give off positive vibes. It was as if God had bestowed the young man good fortune or maybe it was just his lucky day. Who knows what might have caused this but Sam is - happy. Far from where Sam currently is, was Susan packing her stuff - her books, her pencil case and her lady needs. Now, the people around her which includes her neighbors, the neighbor’s cats, the neighbor’s dogs, her closest friend, and her family find her to be in the gloomy side most or if not all the time but today, she seems different. Susan’s mother thought of it as ‘Odd’ but nonetheless the mother was happy to see her daughter being happy. Her father however, was pretty much as dense as Sam, an ‘Oblivious Lana Lang’. She studies diligently in class, focus

TWO The boy which was previously unknown is now known as Sam. Sam here is going to buy something to eat before he goes to the same table where he had made a promise to a girl who he does not know the name yesterday. A promise that they would meet at the same place and time. He got there earlier than usual, 30 minutes earlier. Like the previous part, he takes his favorite book and pen out. He had to write more when he got back yesterday but nothing came to mind except her face. And so he waited for a good long 30 minutes and just as she had said yesterday, “Exactly at 1”, she was punctual. He offered the girl a seat beside him. This time he takes the opportunity to ask her name. “I’m Susan and you are?” “It’s Sam.” She unpacks her food once again, the same as she did the day before and he, this time ignores the book and pen. Instead, he starts a conversation with her. He begins with simple questions and slowly moving up to more heated matters. “So, do you have a boyf

Chapter 12 When I reach to the stairs of Block F, two men who I have never met before in my life with tattoos on their neck are coming down, and they are talking about a man name Katak. They give me a look, trying to act tough as I stare them blankly. One of them is taller than me, and the other is short, I give them a look back to signal how unfrighten I am. Not before long they left, and so without lingering about I climb the stairs to the third floor. Once I arrive, Namira’s red door is wide open and coming out that door is the sound of whimpers like the thundering sound of help. This is the only problem, if they are proud of you, are they there for you when you change, because they always expect a sequel. Life is not a sequel. Hey do you think this can last forever? You mean forever ever? Five ever. “It’s going to be alright,” I can hear the sound of Saida comforting somebody, her sister Sybilla perhaps. We aren’t knights, we’re no bishops, nor castles, and damn