Ferona: The beginning.
Location : Indonesian Independence Day Potluck in the Park.
My plate was almost full, but I had my eye on a piece of plump, curry beef in a pan in the middle of the potluck table. I reached for the serving spoon, as he was reaching for the same spoon. Our hands collided.
“Sorry….,” I said.
“Sorry….,” he said.
Our eyes met. I found a pair of eyes belonging to a cowboy out of his time; lost and very much alone. It caused my heart to beat like a tight guitar string plucked by a wannabe musician ; out of tune and almost snapped into two.
“You first…,”he said. His smile was as uneven as my heart beat.
Huh…uuhh…I couldn't think. The next moment a piece of plump curry beef was placed on my plate.
“ Is that okay?” he asked.
I nodded. He smiled his uneven smile. My heart and mind became muddled to no end.
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