man in the fridge

it was 1996, june. he was a highschool freshman, and barely knew people. it was a big public school(the best school his parents could afford). he sat in the corner of the room near the door, thinking that it is the best emergency exit if anything goes wrong with his first day as a highschool student. then a girl named MALIBU sat beside him.

"hi my name is malibu, im new here in the city(she laughed) as if it was worth mentioning…ehm what’s your name?"

he was concentrating on the vandals written on his arm chair…it reads" push button to eject teacher"..and then felt a poke on his shoulder. and he turned..

"ohh my name, kiko.. although my real name is francisco" and they both became quiet. weeks passed with trial and error conversations, malibu had finally opened kiko’s world, they would go to lunch together, talk each night on the phone, send notes while having boring classes, eventhough sometimes they are seats apart due to seatplans made by terror teachers. they kept things smooth taking each day deeper.

they were kids, vulnerable and gullible. they were being teased, and they dont care. all they were waiting for the right time.

both of them shared common peers, common interests, and they shared all the common things from school to everything. this was good until malibu met rich. rich was the guy whom people would call as the perfect gentleman, a natural comedian, he was everything kiko wasnt.

but kiko tried to maintain everything. desperately trying to save everything from falling apart. he struggled for words to say, for dates to keep, for notes to send, he kept trying until he just popped out the wrong words. "i love you Malibu".

Malibu struggled to say a word. she kept quiet, she shrugged her shoulders and gave Kiko a hug. a long hug, that could only mean one thing. it was over. and then everything and everything in kiko’s world was rocked upside down. it was too painful for him to see the world he was in, things changed, the common people, the common peers, the common interest, the whole proximity of the whole classroom started to munch down his spine. and then he sat down in his arm chair.

taking out his signpen and etched a marking to last his lifetime, but not on the chair of course, it will be changed every after natinal and local elections(thats how politics works). on his arm chair it was written.

"one simple rule, dont get involve with someone from your system"

and it was the rule he followed upto this day.

darkmau

MALAYA!