You Make Me Feel

50. you make me feel

FELIX

I appear cool, calm and collected but inside, I'm freaking the hell out. I actually don't know how I'm supposed to start this conversation. Should I give it to her straight or should I wait? What if I apologize first? Nah, she will only shut me out again. Should I tease her first or flirt? No, she is very irritated at the moment, she might vent all her anger on me. But that'll be a positive thing, right? At least that will clear the air, but what if it provokes her more? Or should I wait a bit for her to calm down first? Nah, that'll just prolong our stay here, and in turn provoke her.

Jeez! Why are women so complicated?

A short while later, she comes out of the room. "Oh. You're back," I say casually.

"Where are the snacks?" She asks sternly.

"I told you they were in limited supply."

"What!" Her mien changes to more frustration than anger. She squeezes her tummy, writhing in discomfort. "They didn't even let me eat first before dragging me around town all afternoon. I must teach those friends of mine lessons they will never forget."

I bring out a box containing cheesecakes with a cup of yoghurt I saved below the counter table. Without invitation, she snatches them from my hand and begins munching down.

"You must really be hungry."

"I should be at home by now, resting," she says with chunks in her mouth, "but here I am stuck with you in this garage."

I watch her while she eats the snacks, still much involved in my thoughts, thinking how I should address the elephant in the room. After a quiet five minutes, close to when she's done, I begin whistling our ballet tune from the school play.

"Stop that!" She demands.

"Why?"

"I hate it when someone whistles around me."

"Do you have a phobia for whistling?"

"I just hate it. I find it disturbing."

Now, this is my chance. "But it's the only way I can sing a song without bothering about saying the correct lyric."

She faces me. "Just stop!"

"Okay, anything you say. If you want me to stop whistling our song, I'll do whatever you want."

"I didn't say you should stop because of me!"

"But you just told me to stop!"

"Don't do anything for my sake!"

"But I have no other reason to!"

"Stop annoying me!" She raises her voice, "I've had enough of you!"

I equally raise my voice. "What do you want me to do?!"

"Just stop talking to me!"

"I can't talk to myself all night!"

"Then don't talk!"

"I can't do that! My mouth is going to stink."

"Then talk to yourself!"

I giggle a bit, "why should I talk to myself when I'm not insane?"

"Says who? That's not my problem. You can go ahead and run amuck for all I care."

"I bet you won't be comfortable if I try that."

"Why do you care?"

"Because I do."

"My goodness! You are still talking to me!" She walks a little distance, yet her frustrations does not get any less intense.