A Night

It was 11:17 p.m..She rushed into the house with her 15" Mac Book Pro, figure-fit black wool coat and grey fur bag.  She handily threw her door key onto the shoe cabinet at the entrance, with her high heels left near the cabinet. She put her things on the sofa and glanced around the living room, recognizing the man sitting in front of the computer and watching the playback of City Forum. Her stomach was weeping depressingly, forcing her to grab a cup noodle or some biscuits or whatever in the kitchen for her life's sake.

It was 11:24 p.m.. The kitchen was always bright and tidy, unlike her messy room full of papers and books and dolls. She pulled apart the doors of the brown wall cupboard of fine grain by the window, searching for something ready-to-eat. Suddenly a small flashing red light caught her attention. That was a rice cooker in heat-preservation mode putting near the refrigerator. She opened it. A smell of sour and sweet stimulated her sense organs. She carefully took the dish out from the cooker with a dishcloth. They were boiled choi sum and fried eggs with tomato. There was a smile in her eyes.

It was 11:38 p.m.. She finished her dinner in haste and washed the dish in a minute, then got into her chaotic bedroom and worked on the new advertisement of the Lunar New Year events of Hong Kong Disneyland.

It was 01:51 a.m.. Had her eyes went dry and turned red after a while, she got into the washroom and took a shower. When she was back, she found a cup of hot green tea on her desk. She looked out of her bedroom door; the living was in the deepest dark. The man who was sitting in the living room has already turned to bed. Yet she could feel his temperature left on the dilapidated computer chair. She gently picked up the old-fashioned reading glass on the computer desk, staring at a well-decorated photo of a young lady in faded color. She smiled sweetly. Then turned to her room again, wondering if she would finish before the sunrise.

Will You Marry Me?

It was a temperate autumn afternoon. The girl sat beside the Mr. McDonald's sculpture whose smiling was weird. The sausage McMuffin with egg on her left hand has become stale and cold after being ignored for already a half an hour. Her eyes stared at the old-fashioned, small mobile phone on her right hand. No New Message. No Call. Her long, brunet hair fluttered and twisted in the breeze.

The boy was entering the restaurant when she started biting her burger.

"Sweetie," he whistled, "sorry to be late. Shouldn't we go to Outback to have lunch? Today I have got a new client. A valued one. If I do well, I may get a promotion and higher salary next year. So we are closer to our dream wedding..."

The girl looked up and stopped him from talking, "Go and buy your lunch first."

The boy sat down with his Big N'Tasty, large fried and Coke-cola. "Remind me to buy a cup of Salted Caramel Mocha Frappuccino from Starbucks later. It is the autumn special beverage." He started devouring the fried. "Do you want some coke? You like it most don't you? Why did you buy a burger only?" He pushed forward his cup of coke to her. She shook her head, "I can't have cold drink." "Okay."

She looked at him who sat in front of her and ate with relish. Her mind went muddled and her eyes became blurred. It scared him. "Oh honey, what's happened? About work? Or your mom vents her temper to you unreasonably again?"

"It's you."
"Me? What have I done......you mean being late? Dear, you should have understood me more! I did apologize, right?"
"It's not the first time."
"You were late sometimes didn't you? I am working hard for our future!"
"I save all the money and you spend all of them on luxury and never necessities."
"I just want little compensation to my hard working and busy life!"

The air between them condensed. The trees on the road sides stopped swaying. She drooped her head. Her eyes and cheeks were fully red as she was controlling her emotion and tears.

"Will you marry me?" She asked.
"...we have not enough money. You know well." He was confused.
"Then when?"
"It is not the right time...I swear, I swear that I will marry you in a couple of years."
"He can't wait."
"Who can't wait......what's happened, Chloe?"

The girl looked up with her blurred eyes and red nose. Her hands were put on her slightly bulged abdomen tenderly.

He realized all the matters eventually, "Oh!"