"Come on, let's have a game of basketball together!"
"No, no, I am exhausted, sorry..."
"Oh, come on! PMR is just over! Let's have a nice game together."
"Erm.. All right then, we will meet you guys at Seri Nibong."
I was happy. Finally I can have a nice time together with Suan Khai. They said that his busketball technique has improved drastically. Well, this is the time to see. Thus, James, Tommy and I waited anxiously for his group to arrive. At the mean time, we did some basic training to catch back our standard as it has been some time since we played due to PMR. ( It's finally over!!!!)
6.15pm.......6.30pm....( Where are they??).... 7pm...
"It's enough!!", said James angrily.
" I think we have been trick,", said I. " They are not coming. Hey, let me make a phone call to his house in case there is any misunderstanding." "All right then, here's my phone." And thus i took James handphone and dial Suan Khai' house number.
Tut tut... tut tut... "Hello?" I heard Suan Khai's voice in the phone, I was shocked.
"Hey, aren't you coming??"
"Oh, I am sorry, I...I have to go out for... for dinner. Sorry," he said it nervously. That's not all, I heard some laughters at the back. Laughters?? Can it be true?? Yes, it is true.
"Well, in that case, ermm... bye." I didn't know what to say. So James was right, we were trick. Great...
How can he do this to us? Afterall, we were friends for 6 solid years. Well, it is obvious that this 6 years didn't mean anything to him, nothing at all... great.... What a foolish way to trick a friend...
