CLUMSINESS

Noon was coming. Suddenly, a blue car slowed its way to the parking lot. Hira misbehaved by herself, pretending to be ignorant to look elsewhere, a little awkward while hoping to be calm.

Ouch ouch ouch... what will I say when I meet him later, just smile, or say hello. Hi... how are you. Exercising? Relaxing? I'm waiting for you. Uh. Naughty. There's no such thing as a story. But strangely, what she remembered most was... Clumsiness...

Dean said Billy would be not far from the car. Not inside the car.

Finally, the car park, but its position is far from the shoulder of the road.

Hira went to her motorcycle pretending to get her jacket, but she wanted to make sure she got a better look at the back of the car. But somehow, arriving beside her motorcycle, her body seemed to float, unable to bear the weight, until the vehicle fell in the opposite direction. It hit the motorcycle next to it, causing quite an attention-grabbing commotion. Two motorcycles fell on top of each other with one helmet smashed on the edge of the ditch.

Hira held back her embarrassment. The owner of the fallen motorcycle came over. He looked at Hira with a sultry face. He wanted to be angry but she was pretty. He wasn't angry that his helmet was broken. He said nothing as he put the bike back together.

"Sorry, A," said Hira hoarsely.

The man is silent.

While the word Clumsiness was still playing in his head he immediately realized. OMG. OMG OMG. Why is she the one who is Clumsy? This situation is ridiculous—planned silliness.

Maybe this is stupid. Crazy. Lust. All mixed into one. Ah, no, this is not a fantasy. But visualization. Hira said defensively. Failed visualization. Hira is now laughing at herself.

Because of her shame at what had just happened, Hira forgot the person she was looking for. There's nobody else. And there was nothing near the car either, not even a parking attendant.

But something caught her attention.

A woman selling chicken porridge not far who just served a bowl of chicken porridge to her customers. No, it wasn't the woman who stole her attention. But, just a moment…

Hira waits for the girl to be quiet.

After busy pacing back and forth cleaning the table, the woman finally stopped by standing facing her. The front of the shirt she was wearing contained a fairly large and striking inscription:

CAN'T REACH IT

DON'T NEED IT

Wow, weird. It is a complete satire. Strange words are written on a T-Shirt.

Hira keeps many quotes in her mind, never before finding words like that. Who makes such unmatched words? And unfortunately, the term was like a hard slap to her consciousness, and it was a notification for her. To Go Home.

The noon has come. It seems that the chances of meeting Billy are slim. It's also true what the words on the T-shirt say. That, in fact, I DONT NEED IT. At the same time, those words were uplifting—no need to meet now.

Ah, Dean.. please don't say anything about my future, tomorrow tomorrow. I know you're my best friend, you want the best for me. You want me to be happy and don't want me to miss something important like this, but it turns out that this really troubles me, it's really better that I don't know. Let the universe give me that sweet surprise. Hira thought all the way home.

However, she was satisfied now. She had placed herself outside, increasing the chances of meeting, and even if it turned out to be the result, the universe had not allowed it. She feels like had no debt anymore.

Tired of her weekend, Hira gave up. Her longingness had disappeared as she got home. Hira fell asleep on the sofa along with the IG post on her cellphone that she didn't have time to read...

STOP WORRYING

I WILL NEVER FAIL YOU.

-GOD-

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