Love, Love You.... (Short Story/One Shot Compilation)

Cleaner (Ghostship)

I always love rain. It reminds me of him. The man that come with rain and dissappear with rain.

We've date for 3 years. But not once, I learn his last name. It's just Pha, Phana. I don't know where he work, or what his job is. I don't know how old is he. Nothing.

I met him when I got flat tire. It's raining that time. And my phone was dead. I can't call anyone. And there he is. With an umbrella in one hand. He's walking, in case you curious.

To be honest, I kinda scare that time. He's tall. 190 cm tall. With dark attires. But he over his help with one condition, he ask me to drove him to nearest bus stop.

So I agree to drive him. And he did change my tire. He's so handy with all that heavy lifting work. I mutter thanks and we both drive away to the nearest bus stop.

Flashback

"thank you. For your help" I help him clean the tools.
"you have to pay me back remember? Drive me to the nearest bus stop" he smile. It's gorgeous smile.

We both sit side by side. "so, why are you don't call for help?" he ask me, break the silent.
"Hmm... My phone dead. And I can't change tire. I mean, I understand mechine but not tire. Wierd right?" I chuckles on my own stupidity.
He giggled. "no, it's not wierd. Lucky I was walking pass you"
I nod. "so, which bus stop you want me to drop you?" I ask.
"anywhere is fine. The closest one so I don't bother you too long."
"It's okay. You help me. And we have agreement. So it's fine." I smile at him.

It's pretty long drive. As that place I had flat tire, is the south side of the city, the outcast. I visited my friend.

"what are you doing in that area? You seems don't belong" he ask me. He looks like a good guy, but there's this feeling, I don't know maybe I'm hallucinating.
"I was visiting my friend." I answer. I look at him. He's piercing eyes, drilling me.
"friend?" he ask again. I nod.
"what are you doing there? Are you live there?" I ask him. I think it's fair to ask back.
"no. I don't live there. I'm finishing my job." and after that just long silent.

"do you mind? If I'm asking you your name?" he ask me again, when we enter the central of the city.
"I'm Ming, Mingkwan. You?" I look at him. It's red light anyway.
"Pha. Phana. Nice to meet you Ming. And thank you for the ride." he get out from the car. We arrive, the nearest bus stop. He wave at me and I drive away.

Of course I won't dream to meet him again. I mean, it's just coincidence. We meet as strangers who helped each other. Nothing special. So when I meet again after a month, it's kinda, peculiar.

Flashback

"Ming right?" someone say that to me when I sit on the coffee shop. Drink my latte after work.
"Phana? Is that you?" I turn around and meet that piercing eyes that I met a month ago.
"yes. It's me. Please, just Pha. Can I sit here?" he stand right in front of me. Holding a tray with food and coffee.
"sure." I let him sit.

"How're you? It's been a month right?" he start the conversation the moment he sits.
"I'm great. Yes it's been a month since that time. Are you passing or staying?" I ask him trying to build conversation.
"just passing by. Working. What're you doing here? All alone." he smirking. Teasing smirk.
I chuckles. "just refreshed myself. It's been a long day."

He stare at me. We both silent for awhile. And then, "do you mind if I'm asking you something really odd?" he said that.
"Hmm... Okay. What is it?" I frown, it's a wierd request to be honest. But well, I'm curious.
"do you mind if I'm trying to get to know you?" if you said I'm shocked, it's an understatement. I'm blown away. Literally.
"Hmm? What? Why? Wait? Get to know me?" I'm confused. It's, out of space questions/request.
"I kinda like you. You're interesting. So, will you? Let me?" he ask.