Downpour again. Heavy stream of water flooded the streets, washing away sins and cigarette buds. “Hujan rahmat” they call it.
I had to wait until it stops. I should’ve brought an umbrella, I told myself.
There in the darker shades, lies a homeless guy. Chummy, dirty and filthy. He looked at me and smiled. I mirrored his gesture, being a good citizen I am.
He stood up and walked towards me. One step forward, I took 2 steps back. He finally cornered me at the end of the pathway. If I were to make another move, I’d be wet! Oh WTH
Hehehe, grinned the man, revealing his empty ‘sockets’ slowly leaning in my direction. I clinched my fist, getting myself ready in case he’d jump and inject me with ebola.
Ye Pakcik? – I asked to break the tense air.
“Your fly is open”. He walked back to his shady shelter.
ps: What’s wrong with GAP jeans? The ‘fly’ keeps falling off or that part of me wants to fly?
Moral: Don’t be too quick to judge