Cobra was supine on his bed, scared to hell. He could feel his heart beating against his chest, as if to break through and jump out of his chest. In fact, he thought he could hear his heart beating. The normal lub dub of the heart, for a moment, sounded like a knock on his heart, as if fear was knocking to enter. He was determined not to open the door, but it seems that fear has crept in through the window and into his heart. His whole body now began to tremble slowly, as the fear escaped the heart and circulated around the body. His mind wasn’t spared, for it now throbbed with fear, and was in deep anxious thought.
He picked up the little note and read through the words again, hoping they would change miraculously. But they did not. There they remained, neatly hand-written in just one line, in blue ink against a white background, carrying the same implication that he had understood earlier.
He wiped his eyes, and looked again, but the six-worded sentence stared back at him as before. They now seemed to have glowed as he noticed tiny spots of coloured inks all around the white paper. Clearly the writer has used special technique to spray the inks, probable from coloured highlighters onto the page.
Grabbing his troubled heart, and his distressed mind, he jump off his bed and walked out of Scrotch, the male dorm he has been living in. He needed someone to share his trouble thoughts with, and right now, he thought only of his lady friend from Kerema, called Mori. He folded the note, and placed it in his shirt pocket as he walked towards the girls’ dorm.
On the way he heard his name called. He turned around and saw that it was Mori, sitting on the lawn buy herself. He ran up, and tossed the note to her. As Mori opened the note to read, Cobra was already pouring out his troubled thoughts, without explaining what has happened.
“Up to this moment, I have tried to recall every insulting word I spoke to her, or about her. Maybe I’ve done something wrong that she is furious about, or gestured inappropriately to her. I don’t know, and I can’t think of anything against this lady called Lisa.” He spoke so fast, pacing back and forth and to the sides that he was out of breath.
Mori tried to calm him down, but Cobra continued. “Yet, this lady sends me this scary note. She is going to kill me the next time she sees me. I’m scared. Mori, I’m scared. What shall I do?” Lisa was in the same class as Cobra, and they go to the same church meetings. To imagine the unimaginable, is not what Cobra was pleased to do that very moment!
When he finally looked at Mori’s face, she was smiling. She had completed reading the note in just three seconds, and interestingly watched Cobra pacing up and down, and breathlessly wording out his fear. There was no look of concern for his troubled thoughts, but she understood why Cobra was behaving thus. As someone in the eleventh grade, she didn’t expect him to understand the note.
“Listen, my little brother,” she said, and Cobra could see that she was trying to hold back a burst of laughter. “Here’s what you do. Take your little note here, and go back to Scrotch. Sit down on your bed, and with a dictionary on your side, read the note over again!”
Confused, Cobra walked back to the dorm with the note in his grit. It was a note that sparked fear in him, yet one that was taken lightly by Mori.
Once in the dorm, he borrowed his friend’s dictionary and sat down on his bed. Most words in the sentence carry simple meaning, yet he read them again, as instructed. A faint smile crossed his lips, as his understanding dawned on the note. Fear vanished, and his heart chilled. He looked at the note again, and couldn’t believe his understanding. He could feel his head going light.
There in his hand, in a blue ink on a white paper, neatly written by a lady’s hand, was the six-worded note: I have a crush on you!
Nothing but the meaning, and implication changed. Initially, he was scared for he felt that Lisa was mad at him. Now he understood that Lisa was in love with him!
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