My Perfect Stranger

CHAPTER 1

The rains nowadays are acidic and some say it can bring fever if we stay out in the rain. The fact that, rain is actually a blessed that cleans out the dirt.

Sitting on the ground watching the stars in the middle of the night, always amazed me. How did god create such a beautiful thing very far to reach and can hardly be seen when you're living in the city and you do not know if what you are seeing are still exist. Then my brain start functioning and think, this is not a good sign, did I make the wrong turn by leaving him after 4 years? Did I waste my time? Hell no. I don't think so. But why do I feel "something" kind of weird feeling. I am not supposed to regret, things happened for a reason. He is a perfect described by the word "womanizer", or maybe that is too strong because he is not that hot. I guess heartbreaker would suit better.

Weekends are here, I am boring. So I called some girlfriends who happened to also adopt the word "single" again, to have a drink. We went to the usual spot near Wangsa Maju and talked all our heart out about it. Determined to be single for some period of time. We have decided, big girls don't cry, I am determined. Tomorrow is a brand new day.
It was so damn hard to make it on Monday. Damn, damn it. Why the hell is so difficult about losing a guy? Maybe the damage done is too severe? Painful and it hurts. No one can imagine how I went through the whole week. I need another outing session, so I dialed for 911. Me and my girls planned to go and watch Akademi Fantasia. What the hell! Once in a life, do the things other people addicted too. The best part is that we did a banner and we got to be in a magazine. Too bad I didn't get a chance to say in the magazine that how I wish he be thrown to another universe.
Again, I have to go through another sucking week. I wonder when is this going to be over, but it seems like it won't stop. So I went through my face book, during office hour. Well, I can't help it; my brain is not functioning when it should. Too bad, everything is so usual, viewing my schoolmates page looking and wonder do I really know them cause how different individual they are now. Then I went and check my email, why do I always get these spam emails and forwarded thing. But I saw this one email, a little bit different, the name look like a human and the title are welcoming. So after staring at it for awhile, I decided to open it.
What a surprise. This guy sent me photos of him. Talking to me as if he knows me ages ago. He looks good in the photos though, wearing blazer and our PM is in the photo too! So I guess he must be a Government employee or maybe he's a big shot (I must be lucky!). At first I thought he sent to the wrong person and that was what I replied to him. On the next morning, another long hours to go in the office. I wasn't expecting anything unusual, but there you go my mystery men replied again. What came to my mind is that he is about to apologize for sending the email to the wrong person yada yada yada...but instead, he said that he saw me in facebook but wasn't sure how to contact me (he can just send me a message, but yah, the possibilities for him to be ignored is high). I must be looking smoking hot in the photo on my facebook (aren't we all?), maybe he is quite a genius finding a way to get the attention. In the email, besides explaining this, guess what? He sent me a resume. It has the same format like how we applied for a job but the content is surprising and intriguing.

Name: Syed Omar bin Syed Alias (not a real name)
IC: MY19790123
D.O.B: 23 January 1979
Address: No. 789, Seksyen 3 A/B, Bandar Baru Selayang <-- he's staying with his family? Mom and dad? Wife??
House phone: None (everyone use hp) <--- So this proves that he is staying with someone.
Handphone: 015 – 1234567

His Father's number - 011 – 9876543
His Mom's - 011 - 9876666
His brother's - 015 - 7676767
His Sister's - 011 - 9876565 <---Ok, this is too much information!
Hobbies: ....
Fav color: ...
Fav food: ...
Fav drink: ...

And the list goes on to every detail. At the end of the email, he said,” Now, probably you know me better than anyone else". I was stunned for awhile, and then I wonder...how this could be, which planet this guy comes from. I replied to him,

Dear Dato' (I purposely give this nickname to him),

How can I know you better than anyone else when I don't even know you. I never met you in my entire life or maybe I saw you this morning but I don't know you then maybe somebody else said hi to you while I don't even bother to look at you. So it makes me the only one in your world who doesn’t know you.
Your perfect stranger,
Diana

A few hours later, he sent me a very short email;

Call me or text me. I want you to know me.

Ok, this is bloody crazy! Dear god, help me, I think I have gone through enough. At the end of the day, I am going back home, tired, exhausted and I needed to be alone...to cry (I still have some broken pieces of my heart that needed to be let go). I am staying with Maria, I always glad to have her as my housemate. It is as if we really understand each other, we both has been cheated and hurt. The thing is with her, she never gives up and she’s always on a date and I never really approve her dates cos those men she dated are a definite womanizer. I need her to be out right now so I can spend sometime alone tonight, and yes, she texted me;

Babe, I'll be late and don't wait, xoxo Maria

I guess god do listened to my prayers. I took a long bath, then I make myself a hot coffee and sit infront of the TV. Damn, why do they always like to repeat all the show which almost all I knew the ending? But I needed the TV to be on, so I tuned in to Oprah. Maybe I should check on my email, to check if I have a meeting tomorrow (I wish so that I have a reason to sleep early tonight). As I opened my notebook, I wish Maria is home. I felt like I am an alien or something like Will Smith in the movie I am Legend. I saw Dato's email, maybe I forgot to delete it. I read the whole email again, and the door is open, Maria's back. Thank god. “Babe, wat’s up?” I was looking at the email my Mr. Stranger sent me. “I am counting the days that I will be so over him, hmm, so how was you date?”, she gave me a half smile and said,” he’s ok, we started talking and when for a drink, he drove WAJA”, I can say, from the way I knew Maria. One of the ways he looks at a man is at his car, which I find pretty much annoying but that’s her. “Did you asked him why he didn’t come and see you for so long until now?”, she stood quite for awhile, “I did, he said he was busy, but he do call once in a while and you know before this he did said that he really really want to see me and he promised to find a time for us”. I need to cut this topic before we start to argue on how I am so naïve. “You know what, I think I need to tell you something that you are way more expert than anyone I knew”, Maria is the type of girl who dares to know to go out with almost every men she knew online provided they have revealed what car they are driving, that is where she all these men. “What?” while reading a text message on her handphone. “There this guy who saw me on facebook started to email me, you want to see how he look like? He looks kind of old but hot, he have my uncle’s look!” She stared at me for awhile,” what do you know, welcome to my world babe! Let me the big shot…” she looks kind of dumbstruck for awhile and said “you lucky bitch”. Both of us started to laugh. She told me to text Mr. Stranger, she said sometimes we need to give it a try because sometimes Mr. Right won’t come around if we sit still. To my surprise, without thinking further, I texted him.

Hi Dato’, here’s my number…lady D

10 minutes later, he called. My heart was pumping as if I am having a heart attack but I picked up anyway. We started talking and he told me he’s in one of the club paying snooker. I asked him what was he doing taking picture with the Prime Minister and he told me that he is a government employee but he’s not one of the big shot. Ok. Maria crazily insisted me to ask him how did he go to work, and for god sake I did. He took a motorcycle. “You wore a blazer going to work? And you took a motorcycle? I can’t imagine that, I should see you on the road!” At this point he is already on his way back home and he said he’s going to call me back in a few minutes for him to reverse his car. Ok. Wait a minute. He is reversing his car?? Did I miss anything? He said he’s driving a motorcycle. If he’s lying he’s done. Later, he called me back, and I asked him about reversing his car thing and he said “why do you girls think too much and say so much and how do you girls do it in parallel”, what is he talking about?? “C’mon tell me, you said you want me to know you but if you’re lying there is no way for me to get there” and he said “I am not lying, I have a bike and I have a car. There are days that I am using my bike and when the day I need to bring along my blazer or if it’s raining, I’ll use my car”, “why didn’t you say this earlier” and he said he’s catching his breath. Man. I hate this part.
He suggested for us to meet. Suddenly it was my turn to be in the dumbstruck mode. What am I suppose to think. I don’t know this guy; after all you know he could be a criminal who just escaped from prison. As expected, Maria is almost crazy pushing me to go and see him. I told him I will think about it. The next day, after work, I called him and tell him if he wants to see him its better be tonight at 8.30pm or never. I must be crazy. He was pretty much surprise and didn’t expect it to be so soon, he was suppose to have some sort of office dinner or something like that and tried to put on a negotiation with me. Sorry it’s tonight or never (I’m in a panic zone; I can’t hold on to this any longer. To my mind, this could be one night stand, so let’s get it over with). He said, “If that is what Datin said means I don’t have a choice”. Yes!
I am getting ready; my heart is beating like its almost got out of me and my brain stood still. I getting dressed up, trying to look nice. What am I doing? The last time I did this is when I’m going out with Ezad (my 4 years boyfriend who is right now ex-bf). Maria has been watching me since I got out of the bathroom and she said “You’re freaking up, are you going to be ok? Do you want me to come along?” That is my line alright; I said that almost every night she went for a date with strangers. “I want to, but I need to break the ice. I never have done this before, for real. After tonight, everything will be back to normal”, she made the face “You mean, lying on the bed crying for that jerk again, please!” what else should I say, “Yes, time will heal it like how it’s suppose to be”.
I drove my car and wait infront of the National Mosque (what a great place to meet. He actually went for the dinner just to show his face off to his boss and plan for a sweet escape and meet me here, great). I am trying to be calm, what if he don’t look as good as how he look in the picture? What if everything is just a charade? My mind was going on like this on and on until I saw this guy on a bike. Then we looked at each other (I was in the car of course). Then, he knocked at my window, I was stunned but I managed to put a smile. Never on earth I will go on that bike, so I put down my window and said “Park your bike, I’ll drive”. So he parked and get inside the car, well it was quite dark I couldn’t see him clearly. Inside the car, he was telling me on how he escaped and trying to find a way to look at me. Of course I am looking straight cos I’m driving. Why on earth he does that? It makes me feel uncomfortable. I drove to the nearest restaurant. We were then walking towards the restaurant, I was wearing my highest heel and to my surprise he is damn tall not like Ezad who were defeated by any heel higher than 2 inches. He got a point for that. We found a place in the restaurant, I got to see him clearly now. Damn it. He is so damn hot. I have to be calm, pretending that I am not thinking of that. We started talking, a lot. At a point, both of us were speechless. He look at me, I look at him too. Never on earth a man look at me like that before in my entire life. Cut the crap, I have to get back to reality. No way will a good looking man like him ever fall for a girl like me. Then I say, “Can we go now?” he smiled and said “It’s getting late huh, Cinderella needs to home…ok, let’s go”. So I dropped him back at the Mosque where he parked his bike and drove off without looking back. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow – it was nice meeting you, my last word to him and he just smiled.
Soon after I opened the door I saw Maria, on the couch watching TV while eating ice cream. She must be stood up for a date again. She looked at me, “So? How was it? Tell me everything”. I smiled, then I screamed, “He’s a dropped dead gorgeous! He has beautiful brown eyes; we were talking for 2 hours non stop! And the way he look at me…hmm I don’t know how to put it into words but it makes me feel good” Maria put down her spoon and smile, “There you go, I am damn right telling you to take the chance” I put down my handbag and look at her, “Maria, this could never work, he was interested to know me by looking at my facebook. The stories I created about myself which is just word and beautiful pictures which was taken in a good angle. Look at me; I put myself in the category short, fat and ugly. This all is just a fake” Maria scoot near me “Babe, you’re not ugly. If he didn’t take this chance, it is his loss”. I went straight up to bed, this drama is over. Beep, beep.
I have a message, from him;
You know me know now better than anyone else, can we do this again?
OH MY GOD! I am screaming like hell! We’re going for a second date.
Thanks for meeting me, thanks for the dinner. Sure we can your arrangement this time.
It was 12.30 am; I went to see Maria in her room. She was getting ready. “Where are going, Sham suddenly changed his plan again?” she puts on her favorite lipstick, “Nope, I’m not going out with Sham, he can go to hell. I’m going out with Hafiz to watch a live band in Hard Rock Cafe, you don’t know him. I knew him sometime ago, I never tell you about”. Yah right, she always tells me this. “What time is he coming? What is he driving?” I am not offering to go with her tonight; I am tired “He’s driving a porche”. What the heck! My jaw dropped, I should have begged to follow her. After she left, I slept. I had a good night sleep. Sweet Dream.