A Love For Keeps

Clear Things Up

(QING)

I have never forgotten him. His face, name and smile.

And I will be the first one who will admit that I am happy to see Dayu but...

Is he really supposed to run me over with his car? That is annoying me for some reason.

"You've got to be kidding me. I thought we agreed not to see or meet each other again?" I asked the contrite looking guy sitting opposite me on the hospital cafeteria.

After that deliberate road accident that Dayu made, we ran in this hospital because before I can berate Dayu, his passenger had complained about headache due to being jarred by that deliberate accident.

We had to call an ambulance to take us to this hospital because both our cars were towed. We caused an accidents, our cars are now detained. Fucking great!

While Dayu's passenger is being checked inside the hospital, Dayu and I decided to sit down in the cafeteria to talk.

"I know. I know we agreed not to see each other again but I have to confirm something..." Dayu said before meeting my eyes. His lovely face looking much younger now that he is wearing streetwise clothes like jeans and a hoodie. "Can I borrow your phone?" He said.

"What?" That confused me and took my focus out of staring at his face.

"Please let me borrow your phone," He asked again.

"Why?" I fished out my phone from the inside breast pocket of business jacket. I am on my way to a lunch meeting that now I am forced to cancel because of the incident Dayu made. Good thing that meeting is not that important.

And now he wants my phone? What?

"Just..." Dayu held out his hand. "Can you unlock it too so I can browse on it?"

I did what he asked. I unlocked my phone and passed it to him. I watched in fascination as Dayu's forehead creased in utter concentration as he started swiping on my phone's screen.

I took a sip from the bottled water in front of me. "I don't know what is going on but you are weird." I said.

"It's not here," Dayu said, ignoring me while his whole focus is on whatever he is looking on my phone. He looked up at me. "Do you have another phone?" He asked.

I shook my head, "No. Why?"

"Are you sure you don't have other phone?" He asked again. I am starting to feel irritated at him, "No, Dayu. I don't have another phone? What is the deal anyway?"

Instead of answering me, Dayu gave a visible sigh of relief. "So you didn't took photos and videos of me while sleeping that night..." he said with gladness on his tone.

I frowned. "That night? You mean that night that we met and drank together? That night?"

He winced and nodded before looking down, "I'm sorry. But I have to confirm that you didn't took photos or videos of me while I was asleep. I really cannot recall most of what happened that night. And then I will wake up, naked in bed and...I just worry..."

I think I am not liking the train of thoughts on that paragraph. "Worry about what? That I took photos or videos of you naked and then what? You worry that I will use whatever material I took to blackmail you?"

Dayu gave me a guilty look. More or less confirming that idea. "Sorry..."

"Wow..." I look away from Dayu because I cannot believe he will think like that about me. "You..."