Terfaktab

It was silent. Well, the mamak was noisy, as always; but the two of us were silent. It is the aftermath, the day after the election. After staying up late counting votes and waking up even later than usual, this is all they could muster-a silent lunch date in a mamak halfway from both homes. A compromise of sort. “Mau apa cik?” Asked the waitress. “Megi goreng.” Said he. Damn, I wanted that first! “Megi goreng too.” I mimicked. The waitress smiled and repeated the order. “Megi goreng dua. Ok.” And between the long silence of waiting for the food, we started talking. “So they won.” He said. “But lose some hot seats.” I repeated. “How’s your place?” He asked. “The YB I voted won. How’s yours?” “Lost. But, heh...I guess I'm alright." Silent again. The month started normally. Until the election date was announced that is. And slowly, little by little, our talks of movies and dates and future plans began to drown under the jargon of political science. As the days ...