Loserboy
“I’m a bit late today so there’s not much food left. I bought you a packet of nasi lemak and a boxed juice. I hope that’s okay.” I placed the food gingerly on the table as it was already filled to the brim with study notes and stationery. Noticing there was absence of her usual smart reply, I looked up to see just the exact moment a teardrop ever so slowly made its way down the nooks and creases of Nadia’s face. She was gripping the book so hard I could see the blue green veins of her hands. “Are you seriously crying now? From reading the novel?” She turned to me, biting her lips. Perhaps she’s also pissed that I disturbed her reading. “You’re a boy, you won’t understand.” She sighed as she carefully placed a bookmark between the pages and put it on the table that we shared. She wiped her eyes dry and opened the small pack of nasi lemak in front of her. “If it isn’t because you buy me lunch every day, I would be so mad at you right now.” she meekly said as she started ...