Chapter 1
It was a rainy night.
I just finished my tuition class and I was cycling back to my house.
There she was sitting at the bus stop.
That was the first time I saw her.
What is she doing there late a night? Alone?
It must be the rain that made her sheltered there.
As I passed through the bus stop, I took a glimpse on her.
She had a black long hair, I could see her face clearly and I can tell that she was fair.
She was wearing a white gown.
“What in the world for a girl wearing a white gown in the middle of the night?” I asked myself
She must be a ghost?
Ghost?
No way!
I asked myself again.
“Me? Encounter with the third kind?”
I stopped my bicycle and turn my head around.
She was still there.
I decided to make a u-turn and stop at the bus stop.
“Hello” I said.
She didn’t replied.
The only sound you can hear that night was the tapping of the rain.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you but I think it is dangerous for a girl like you to be here alone” I told her.
“Ï am waiting for my parents to pick me up” she replied.
“Oh! I see” I answered her with a smile.
“You don’t mind if I accompany you until you parents come?” I asked.
She looked at me and said, “How am I supposed to know that you are a good or bad guy?”
She gave me a smile and in no times both of us were laughing the night away.
I introduced myself to her.
She told me her name was J.
She just finished her extra class in friend’s house and now she was waiting for her parents to pick her up.
“How come her friend did not accompany her?” I thought in my mind.
That night, we had a wonderful conversation together.
When I looked at my wristwatch, it was almost midnight and I begin to feel uneasy.
But then again, I felt so comfortable with her.
I just remembered, she could use my mobile phone to call her parents to pick her up.
She told me that her parents were old fashion and does not know how to use a mobile phone.
Chapter 2
The rain has almost stopped.
“Why not I walk you home?” I suggested.
“Why not I sit behind the bicycle and you ride me home?” she suggested.
“OK” I complied with a smile.
As I was cycling, I asked her how far was her house?
She said “Not far from here”
My mind was playing trick on me again.
“How come she didn’t walk home by herself?” I questioned myself.
“Maybe her parents instructed her to wait for them?” I concluded.
“You can stop here, my house is here,” she said.
“Thank you very much for a wonderful night and good night” she concluded with a smile.
“I like you, can we meet up again?” I put up my couraged and asked her.
She just walked into the house without answering.
“Maybe she already have a boyfriend” I just wanted to make myself to feel better.
I reached my house and I saw J’s bag behind the back of my bicycle.
In my heart I was smiling, maybe this was the way she was trying to tell me that she wanted to meet me again.
I couldn’t sleep that night.
I can’t wait to see her again.
I finally found someone that I liked.
Chapter 3
The next morning, I cycled to her house.
My heart was pounding faster as I reached nearer to hear house.
There I was, in front of her house hoping to see J again.
I pressed the doorbell at the gate.
The maid greeted me “Can I help you?”
“Ï am looking for J” I replied.
She looked at me in a very odd way.
“Why are you looking for J?” she questioned me again.
“I cycled her home last night and she left her bag on my bicycle” I answered.
The maid was looking shocked.
“You wait here,” she instructed.
She rushed into the house.
Chapter 4
Few minutes later, there was an old lady came out from the house with the maid.
“Please come in,” the old lady requested.
As I stepped inside the house and I saw on an altered.
J pictured was there.
I was shocked! “How could this possibly be?” I asked myself.
The old lady was J’s mum.
She explained to me that J has passed away 1 year ago and yesterday was her anniversary.
J was killed in the accident at the same bus stop that we met.
She was trying to cross the street on that faithful day, when the bus came out of nowhere and knocked her down.
“But how come the bag was on my bicycle?” I was quizzed.
I gave the bag to J’s mum.
“Ï think J wanted you to have this,” I told her mum.
The mum took the bag and opened it.
Inside the bag, there were some books, pencil case and a diary.
I guess J must have wanted the mum to have the diary.
The mum flipped the pages of the diary.
At the last paged of the diary it was written;
Today 15-Jan-1991 (7.55am), today is the 100th times I saw him.
He is tall and handsome.
He has big brown eyes.
I like the way he gel his hair.
The school uniform makes him looks even more handsome.
I wonder where he got that old bicycle?
It must be from his grandfather.
He always rides that bicycle to school.
I wish I know his name.
I pray to God that one day he will stop and talk to me.
Maybe, he will let me sit behind his old bicycle and take me home.
Love,
J
Final Chapter
J your dream has come true.
I wish I had spent more time with you that night.
I pray to God that He will bring us together again one day.
~ The End ~
