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GUESS WHAT
GUESS WHAT

Written by Muhammad Iqbal Bin Azizi AL20.4

“I hate myself. I feel like it’s my fault; I want to cease to be To my surprise, he too shares her weird obsession with
like I never existed.” snivelled Amelia, looking glum on that Bebop Jazz; I guess it does reflect their funky and dynamic
velvety purple chaise settee. As those words spouted off relationship. To put it simply, they were a match made in
her mouth, she sank deep with a devastating groan, burying heaven, a love of truly monumental proportions, at least
her face in her cupped hands. that is what I thought.

Unknowing of an appropriate reaction, I stared blankly at my The sudden laughter of a group of boisterous young lads
empty coffee mug as my mind struggled to comprehend this entering the cafe, contrasting with the distressing
unexpected and worrisome turn of events. I knew for once, predicament I am in, snapped me out of my thoughts.
with chilling certainty, that nothing would be the same ever Amelia, who was crying her eyes out a while ago, relapsed
again. into utter silence in which I assume was a sign of her being
dispirited, troubled with leaden-eyed despair. Feeling
Amelia, a vivaciously petite girl with lush auburn hair who sympathetic, I sat down next to her and draped my arm
innately has this mesmerizing stare, was the hopeless around her shoulders, providing a sense of reassurance.
romantic type — believed in the charming prince fantasy, a “What exactly happened?” I asked her wholeheartedly.
little too naïve, to put it bluntly. She considers that most
guys she met were either lukewarm or hopelessly dull, which “He cheated on me, he cheated on me with a guy! Am I not
includes me, I supposed ( what a waste, to be honest ). good enough as a woman? Why wouldn’t he tell me earlier?”
Being a Cancer herself, she would go on nonstop, rambling she said wistfully as she showed me a very distressing
about her dream soulmate being a hedonistic, stoic, and exchange of text messages between them. For that very
ambitious Taurus that would love her from the moon and moment, I was struck with a sudden affliction of anxiety,
back. Exotic, tall, handsomely tanned, and maybe a smack of like struggling to breathe for air underwater, I felt the
Latino vibes would regularly be her response whenever the tightness in my chest. I reclined, clutched the nearby
‘specific type’ question arises, in which I would jokingly come cushion with my clammy hands, concealing any sign of my
back with “And pigs might fly!” But even so, I guess miracles heart jumping out of my chest.
do come true when you wish upon a star.
“Amelia, that’s life! It’s like getting a box of chocolates, you
In the faithful summer of her twenty-third year, Amelia fell wouldn’t know what to expect! Everything would soon be
head over heels in love for the first time in her life. An alright.” said I, trying to placate the situation. As usual, my
amorous and passionate kind of love that embellishes a philosophical platitudes on life do not appease her. The
monotonous and dreary life of black and white with an heavy atmosphere continues to lay a very awkward tension
intense palette of colours — from the brightest hue of between us, as we were perturbed by that very fact.
fuchsia to the deepest shade of cerulean blue, colours that
are fit for a Henri Matisse painting. He happened to tick all As much as I love Amelia as my best friend, I cannot bring
her checkboxes, and it seems that he shares the same myself to tell her the soul-shattering truth. I thought to
ardour for her. myself, with immense guilt and regret “Amelia, guess what, I
am that other guy.”
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