An Anamnesis

Chapter 3

Even though, I Cherished his Company

A Universe of him and me

                        At usual Saturday mornings, I enjoyed the cool breeze of air under the tree at the front of our former house, reading my Bible, or reviewing our lessons, meditating, thinking, practicing my swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills (you know, it’s good for a girl to know how to protect herself), or getting my guitar and playing songs while singing them. But that Saturday morning was different. The serene ambience of our peaceful neighbourhood at Canterbury Close was disturbed by one man. Of course, it’s no one else but Tristan.

“Hi, Eenra!”

“First of all, WHY ARE YOU HERE? Secondly, HOW DID YOU EVER FIND THE LOCATION OF OUR HOUSE? And finally, HOW DID YOU KNOW MY REAL NICKNAME, AND WHO, OF ALL PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, TOLD IT TO YOU!?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy there, lady! I did not come here to disturb you.”

“You already did!”

“Oh, I-I-I’m sorry, but this is not as you think as it is. Well,—

“It already is!”

“Oh come on, Eenra! Just—

“Just stop calling me that and shut up!”

“Okay.”

“Now, answer all of my questions.”

“Well, actually, your house is just a few clicks from ours, and I just made up the nickname from your real name; and about the reason why I’m here, I’m just here to visit you. You know, just to be with you a bit.”

“Oh, you know, you’re really disturbing me. Since you have disturbed my peace, buy me 2 chocolate bars and a litre bottle of ice tea. Here’s the money. Now, make it quick! I hate waiting for long.” Then I hurled a book right at his face.

“Ow, that hit really hard, you know! Sigh, okay. I get it now. I’ll do it.

“Wait, I’m coming with you. I’ll just keep my books and lock our house.”

“You’re alone?”

“No, it’s just my parents have a business meeting.”

            After all my books are kept and fixed, I joined Tristan in going to the mart. In our way, we met Amanda at the front of her house, dressed in a tennis outfit.

“Whoa, best friend, are you really into tennis?” asked I to her in a shocked manner.

She replied, “Yeah, somehow. I’m just an amateur”.

And I continued, “Well, those legs look like they are into tennis. Look, those look like they were shaped for a long time. I know you’re not that sporty of a woman, but it seems like you’re hiding from me that side of yours for months. Humph, maybe you’re having an inspiration. Is he a tennis player from our school? I heard the male tennis players in our school teach girls to become good tennis players for the incoming Intramurals. I’m sure one of them is your crush”.

“Shut up! None of those boys are cute enough to be my crush!” she yelled at me with a blush in her face.

“Bye.”

“Do not tease her that much, Eenra,” Tristan told me.

“Do not call me that!”

“Oooohhhh, you two seem to be getting much of a closure lately. Getting developed, eh? I see some sort of mystic between you two,” Amanda told me.