The Temptress

Posted by: nikyusof on: December 30, 2008

• In: Uncategorized
• Comment!

The Temptress, noun, An alluring, bewitching woman.

In a small Mamak restaurant in my village, as I was about to pay at the counter, I picked up two Extras Blueberry gum just to cleanse the Mee Goreng Mamak that I just had. And suddenly, there she was, sliding into the queue, without shame in her face, without any feelings or any subject of morality in her thoughts, the Temptress. Dum dum dum!!

Being a gentleman that I was, I implied with a slight feeling of discomfort, the words “Sorry” just muttered out of my mouth. I turned back and then I saw her, the Temptress, just staring right into my eyes. Her fair complexion, her dark hair, her overly done make ups, and the perfume that tantalizes the heterosexual male’s sights. Black shirt and black knee length skirt was her weapon of choice. Mine, a shaded green Levi’s t-shirt, and customised Levi’s jeans. Our eyes met. I was attracted. She magnetized me with her aura and silent gaze to melt the hearts of men. I moved back for some awful reason and let her pay first.

Women.

I was standing right at the back of her. I gazed down hoping to see how short her skirt was. She had a butterfly tattoo on her right calve. It was black, not like the one displayed here. I felt the electricity when she stared right into my eyes. These little Asian eyes. She was Malay based on her Sawo’ Matang skin. If I had the guts and the time, I would have invited her for a little bonding session. And I do not mean sex. I mean, conversation. I wanted to know, why did she stare directly into my soul?

After she paid, she went to this table of two 50 years young men. She sat and talked a bit as I paid and straightaway lead myself to the parked car opposite the restaurant. I was wondering, who is this Temptress. Why was sitting with the two other men who are definitely way beyond her age group.

Bohsia.

After I put on my seatbelt, the Temptress walked pass my window, and one more time, our eyes connected for a second. Her eyes right into mine while mine didn’t get any closer. I was just shocked. I was terrified and stupified. The questions that came to my mind. What did she want with me and why did she stare into my soul when she knows that I am not in her level of atmosphere.

Who is this Temptress? I am sure she was not a man. Unlike what we all have seen outside Hotel Istana, front and back.

The Temptress, will our eyes connect for one more time? Will I be able to just understand that gaze of hers?

Not for me to decide indeed.