Voice Note ♦ C.H.

4

"Hey"

"How are you?"

I rested my palm on my sweaty forehead. Feeling extremely hot even though I had turned the Air Conditioner on one hour ago

"Is it just me or my room is a clone of hell? It's pretty hot here. I wish I could go out but I can't because Mom wouldn't let me"

Ignoring the hot air, I turned the radio on and it started blasting the music that I recognize as 'Therapy' by All Time Low.

"I love this song, you and I, both, love this song" I said with low voice.

I closed my eyes and began humming along the song. My right hand scrumbled blindly until it reached my phone.

I unlocked it and scrolled through the camera roll, then clicked on one picture that showed a boy with a girl. They smile widely and one of the boy's hand in on the girl's waist.

"I missed this"

"Oh fool me" I face-palmed because of my stupidity

"Of course you cannot see. Well, I'm starring at the photo we took when we went to the amusement park"

I smiled. The memories of our first --uhm, you can say, date-- experience, without parents or siblings. Just the two of us.

"I remember you spilled your ice cream on your jeans and screamed like a goat"

I laughed this time. Not a loud one, but you could say from the crack of my voice, it was a sad laugh.

"In the end of the night, we went to the hill where we usually hang out. And that time.."

I shuffled my hair. Feeling frustrated over something I don't even know.

"That time.."

"That's the first time of my life I asked a girl to be my girlfriend"

"And that girl, it's you"