Monday, November 12, 2007

First Sight Feel, the Strongest - Part III

Title: First Sight Feel, the Strongest - Part III

Despite the bad dream that he just experienced, Teht decided to give it a try. Just then, Vel walked past. So he gathered some pace as he proceeded from walking behind his target to walking just right besides her, with an arm length gap. He plucked up his courage to ask the girl of his dream.

"Hi Vel, do you still remember me?", Teht asked.

"You?", Vel was full of questions in her as to who he really was.

After some brief thinking, she managed to figure out who he was. So Teht started a small talk with her and managed to get her contact number. He was instantly filled with happiness that he succeeded in his maiden mission - get contact. After all, he had yet to date a girl or even pick up the little courage to speak to a girl face-to-face alone for all his life.

Well, being an amateur in the game of love, he decided to seek help from relevant but trusted parties. The first person to consult in his trusted aide's list was his close, close and really close friend - Jiron. Why close, close and close friend? First of all, he lived next door to Teht. Secondly, he was Teht's childhood friend, primary school, secondary school, college and even till now, his university mate. The third reason for being close was because Jiron who ended class and arranged to meet Teht, was standing, within inches in front of Teht, who coincidentally thought of who could help him. To Teht, that was really close.

Jiron was already attached for some years. Being experienced, he educated Teht on the matters of heart. He first told Teht not to hurry things. Instead, he suggested him to take the 'calmed' approach.

So he went, "It is always like that. Newcomers do not understand the phrase, 'Haste makes wastes'."

"Take it easy, buddy and fate plays a part," he told Teht.

Indeed, the phrase 'fate plays a part' was crucial for Teht. For days, he did not contact Vel and his head which was running images of her all time, drove him madly in love. But days later ....

To Be Cont'd...

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