15 Minutes

Hope

"Oi! Book worm! You are not going anyway this time." A group of boys cornering me. Its been a while since I managed to escape from them.

I didn't know why they like to bother me so much. Last time they throw my bag over the roof that I had to find a ladder to get it back. Not to mention how I had trouble cleaning it. And that day when they took my shoes, I had to go home on bare feet. I didn't get it where is the fun of bullying people like that? But what can I do? I just prayed for this time wouldn't be so much hurting as they push me hard onto the ground. Are they going to hit me this time?

"Don't touch him!" was it Sing's voice I heard?

"Sing, I don't know you're passing by." Said one of the boy.

"I'm not passing by." I heard his steps closer.

"So, you're gonna join us?" said other boy.

Sing didn't reply. He just pulled my hand helping me stand on my feet and lead me away.

"Hey!" a boy pulled his shoulder hard, made him turned back, but at once he throw his fist right on the boy's face, made him fell against the ground.

"Don't – touch – him." Sing in coldest tone I ever heard. And the group didn't even dare to make a single move. I swear I never saw him this mad. He was so scary that made me frozen. He held back my hand and drag me like he always did.

"Sing, khob khun na..." When we reach my room that day. If its not him, surely I had died by now.

"You must stay close to me from now on." He kicked his shoes, threw his bag on my bed. I agreed staying close to him was the safest way but then again I'm not a coward always standing behind him, hoping he will always protect me.

"Its okay. I can take care of myself." I smiled, not wanting him to get me wrong. But suddenly he pushed my back to wall. He griped tight my shoulder, lowering his face to my level.

"Yoku kikunda, Kit."1 His voice stern and low. "kizutsukeba itamu."2 I was not really understand what he said. I thought he must be angry to me, judging by his tone. I didn't dare to asked what it mean because I already scared he still had that emotion. "Just ... stay close. Understand?"

I nodded to his words. He finally let go of me and settle himself down on my bed, taking his regular nap.

I sighed, exhaling my breath which I unconsciously halted. Then I lay myself beside him. I intended to say sorry but he was pretty fast asleep. I let him be, because sleeping Sing was way better than awaken. He is quite and cute.

I lifted my fingers, trailing it down his brow, his nose, his lips -I had no worry since I know he was heavy sleeper- He is perfect. I caress his cheek, down his jawline. He have all that masculine feature that I don't have. How I wish to have what he has. Oh God, I envy him so much.

"Kit, can I ask you something?" a girl the same class with me. Stopped me before I go out the classroom.

"Kab, what is it?" the girl looked very happy I don't understand why.

"I...emm.. I know that you are so close to Sing. Will you please give this letter to him?" she handed me folded pink paper I don't know what was inside. "Khob khun na ka." She smiled wide before letting me go.

After school, we went to a river. We sometimes spent hours there fishing, playing or just lazing around. He was sitting on the big rock near the stream. I sat beside him and I did what she asked me to do, I gave him the pink letter.