Terfaktab

              A woman sat forlornly in the train. Nobody sat on her right seat. Neither the left. She took up one and a half seat. Nobody was looking at her anyway. Nobody cared.             She looked like she shed tears before she hopped on the train. Her chubby face turned red. Her eye bags swelled. But nobody saw it. Nobody cared.             She took out her hand phone. She was seen reading a text. Then, she cried again. Her tears dropped on the floor of the train as she covered her face with her hands. The coach she boarded was half full. No one noticed her crying. Nobody cared.             She calmed herself down. She was able to put herself together. The woman looked out of the window. Her mind was running wild. She thought that she could not face it anymore. She had had en...

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 ...