Painted Dream l3l

We had a little bit of a small talk. 

Your group asked for my advice since I was the mentor and you were the group leader. I could see the passion in your eyes. Those piercing glare penetrated my eyes every time we locked gaze. When that happened, it felt like we were the only persons in the hall and nothing else mattered anymore. I was trying hard not to fidget and mumble, or worst act like a fool. 

If my heart was transparently visible, it could be vividly seen that it was berserk. Pounding wildly and I was pretty certain there's a slight chance that it might burst out. 

Your friend gave me her number as she was the assistant group leader and I was a friend of hers so the thought was, it would be easier and convenient if she contacted me should any thing arouse. I was devastated. 

I wanted to have your number so bad.

Errm do you mind if I have yours instead? 

Besides you're the group leader so that would be more appropriate 

I concocted the lines out of the blue and rather unknowingly. That was so not me. I am a not a go-getter. But when it comes to you, I tend to shove my sanity far away from my mind.  

Yes sure 

The rest of your friends giggled. I hadn't the slightest idea what was so freaking hilarious. Their eyes were all arrowed at us. 

You stood up and came closer to me. I could feel your breath and your smell. Your face was just inches away from mine. Those black and thick eye brows contradicted the complexion of your fair skin. This was rather unfathomable. I had no idea what had gotten into me to make me behaved rather socially bold. 

and your name is?
I asked after saving your number in my mobile phone. 

Your friends were obviously teasing and snickering at us. I was baffled. Did I do something wrong? 

One of your friends remarked, 

you can call my friend here sayang. 

At that moment, I was fumed with awkwardness and had turned reddish completely. I had no freaking idea how to response. 

Oh never mind them, they're being annoying.

you can call me ******

Oh so that's the name, it was an odd name tho, so I thought when I first heard of your name. 

I'd love to call you sayang.

Pardon? 

Eh nothing, so I call you? or maybe text? 

Yeah sure, thanks. 

No, thank you!

I murmured. 

I jumped gleefully and no words could explain how contented and happy I was. I wasn't on cloud nine, I was higher than just sitting on those fluffy clouds where happy people reside. 

p.s. I could remember vividly your expression when they said Sayang.