Friends are forever

Once upon a time, there lived an evil girl. She is still living and she is still evil.

She decided to call a long-lost friend in Hong Kong because she kinda ‘missed’ him.

``Hello. How are you Mr. C.’’

``I am doing well. Thank you.’’ He sounded polite. ‘And how are you?’’

``I am great. Really good. Thank you.’’ She maintained a polite tone to match his.

``Who is this?’’

``I am D.’’

``Oiiii….you huh?!! Why you scare me like that? Ask my operator to announce my name. Ok, what can I do for you?’’

``I owe you lunch for this. Really. You covered……..Can you ……’’ The evil girl D wanted something only he could help. She had not been in touch with her friend for at least a year.

``huh? Call me up to ask this. Walau…I don’t remember lar. So long ago already.’’

``you can remember, just try!!!! THINK!!!!’’ The evil girl was just plain evil.

``I think it is ….’’

``Thank you. See. I said you can remember.’’ The evil girl thought the world owed her a living, including friend, which by common social definition, shouldn’t really be called her friend.

Mr. C knew she was evil. Mr. C knew she’s making use of him. He held his cool because life, as all know, is not perfect.

``When are you coming back to Singapore?’’

``This sat.’’

``Really? Want to meet up?’’

``Sure.’’

``How come you didn’t call me? What kind of a friend are you? I have been waiting for you to come back. You can’t even call. What’s wrong with you? Don’t know how to pick up the phone, izzit??...You SSJDHGSDSKJSD’’ The evil girl verbally abused him.

``Err…..,’’ the verbally abused Mr C. said. ``You want to meet up because you want to ask me more questions for your stories.’’

The evil girl’s conscience was pricked. She was slightly guilty but she didn’t stay that way for too long. Her evil nature took control.

``I promised not to ask you any more questions. No work-related stuff, I promised.’’ She said.

``Yes, but you would feed me with two flaming Lamborghinis and get me to answer those questions you have.’’

``What? I would never do that.’’ The evil knew she was lying. But because she was evil, she couldn’t help herself.

The last time she had Lamborghinis with Mr. C, Mr. C was left sleeping by a drain. The evil girl was not remorseful, because she was evil. She was not the one sleeping by a drain.

``I am going to MOS when I’m back in Singapore.’’

``Huh? Why you never call me? I want to go.’’

There was a long pause.

``D, I am really worried for you. I don’t understand you.’’

``I am cyclical. If you didn’t call me for MOS, you will DIE!’’

``Ok.’’ Mr. C sounded confused.

``Listen, you will really DIE!’’

The evil girl put down the phone. She’d live happily ever after.