" How many siblings do you have?" I asked him softly. I tried to muster up my courage and my eyes met his penetrating gaze. I tried to keep a straight face as my heart pounded rapidly. I was almost out of breathe. I never thought he could be this intimidating.
I have 4 siblings and I am the middle child. My nieces and nephews calls me "Pak Lang"
How about you?
"Oh, I am the middle child too. I have 2 siblings. " I glared to his sleek watch on his wrist and I tried to focus on the road.
" owh, that's great. Perhaps my nieces and nephews can call you "Mak Lang" in the future". He replied casually. I could sense a smile has been carved on his beautiful lips.
It was the longest and awkward silence. There is no witty remarks, satire clap back or even a heavy grunt. Nothing, Nunca. It was just, dead, heavy yet anxious silence.
To be honest, it was the smoothest pick up line that I have ever received in my life.
Contemplating, I tried to open my mouth as my pathetic attempt to reply his last remark before he interrupted my anxiousness with " Oh babe, you're blushing and I'm kinda addicted to it"
My heart just smiles again.
After a long year, my heart starts to find its way to happiness. ;)
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