YES-NO SHORTIES(short for short stories of KATHNIEL)

page 3-CINDERELLA'S PROMENADE

The cotillion has ended--hush the most boring part of this event. If I were the organizer of this, I'd rather choose the Belgian folk dance--simple steps for everybody and yet sweet, than to let us mock on ourselves for not being chosen to cha-cha-cha at the center.

We waited about more than an hour to the most anticipated part---tantananan!!! Let the ball rolling!

At first, the songs are cynical. For sure it's not a dance competition but there's stupidos making a scene of hopping, bending, swagging, body waggings which are unnecessary so I wish they literally break their bones there.

Then when we all finally sweated our armpits, relaxing songs fill the air.

And that is the time for me to expect K (yea, his parents don't want to give him a hard time writing his name in grade 1 and cannot really think any better name than that) asking me to dance.

It's kinda off 'coz his bestfriends were beside him, looking like insisting him to dance me. Wait, will I look desperate if I accept his hand?

What-so-f*ckin'-ever! This is the only reason I joined this year!

To have his hands on my waist, mine on  his neck, our body pretending to sway gracefully but failed...we barely move. We just stand and locked eyes to each as if we're the center of atttraction.

You know that feeling where butterflies fly not in your stomach but around as aura? I could paint every movement of his face, captured in my eyes vividly. All the songs being played sounds romantic and had me my favorites (surely you can find those songs in my playlist as instant as tomorrow) even though they sounded "boloks" before.

I smile with all the things he whisper in my ears---even if it doesn't require a smile, or requiring a very long answer---I keep on smiling. He may find me nuts, but blame it to the loud speaker, I could hardly hear. And most importantly, blame it to my hormones producing endorphins,driving me into ecstasy.

"Quebablayblah....tweakok....molayo.....payjofloa"

 

"Huh?"

He frowned a bit when I don't hear him well.

"Ichey..yoqueroakflumno...oppowo....otokeo....ehj?"

He repeated.

Is my hearing aid good? But I'm sure my ears are well. Maybe I just don't focus, or cannot.

I looked at him again but looking like he would not want to repeat any of it again.

Annoyance.

Oh no! So I smiled and nod. Not only once, but twice enthusiastically.

He frowned once again, then leave me in the middle of the dance floor.

Stunned.

Quieted.

Wondering.

What's wrong,hey!

In another second I have, I run after him. But he's lost in the pool of about a hundred and more spectators.

Then I run on the opposite side, way to the exit. They keep on calling me, but I run faster until I lost balance.  Knees flat on the floor now, I did not take any more time wearing those sh*t heels again.

Barefootedly, I walk away to home.

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