#04

The moon is half full. The air is still. He bids goodbye to his peers who are still attached to their mobile games. That thing is addictive. He rides back on his usual route home. Feeling a little wary of cops on bikes doing their rounds who could stop him anytime for no reason. But he has been so lucky all this while. He passes a seedy nightclub where he could see photos of showgirls mostly from mainland China beside the entrance. Luxury cars parked shamelessly in front of the premise. Well who cares when lust is in the air.

The road lights are dim but still give a fair vision for its users. He rides at 80kmh and starts to feel the chillness injecting right into his marrow. It is a long journey. He then slowly gets his hands off the handlebar and thinking of doing some Valentino Rossi kinda stunt. But only in few seconds the front wheel starts wobbling in spasm which he quickly grabs the handlebar and thinking what a terrible idea it was. He could’ve been killed by stupidity.

As he reaches home, the neighbourhood is already quiet. He parks his bike carefully and then slide open the entrance grill producing a bit of a grinding sound. But when it’s quiet that makes it a whole lot louder. He sits at the door for awhile before untying his shoelace. While looking around the neighbourhood within his limited peripheral, out of nowhere, the song “How Will I Laugh Tomorrow?” is playing in his head. He is in such a sad state...