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Chapter 1
On Thursday, I saw that familiar face for the fourth time. It
belonged to a fair man whose complexion was reddened by the sun.
His sweat-soaked body made his pink shirt look like he'd got
caught in the rain. The day before Thursday, he'd worn a dark
purple shirt. It was a light gray shirt on Tuesday, and a greenish-
blue shirt on Monday. He was consistent with his choice of colour
for trousers, though. I always saw him in long black slacks. Maybe
he wore the same pair over and over.
He was gone.
***
“Why?”
“Oh, really? What about that ‘little fish’ that you feast your
eyes on everyday in the train?”
“Gay!”
“That's right!”
“It’s disgusting.”
***
“It’s different for different people. Mei Hua in our office lost
her baby last month. She’s just 21.”
“Mine neither.”
I'd known Suraya since I first stepped into the office five
years ago. She was promoted when I started there and I took the
job that required me to clean up her leftovers. She was a very strict
guru. She taught me how to be disciplined and focused when it
came to work. “Be professional. Always.” she said every time I
worked without due seriousness.
Suraya had her first child over a year after we first met. She
faced complications after seven months of pregnancy. After taking
the doctor’s advice, given that she'd had a few miscarriages before
this, she had a Caesarean delivery two months early.