Chapter 20
I stroked his hands softly. Feeling the warmth. This is not another dream, isn't it? The images are so clear. I can feel beads of sweat on my forehead. There are so many colours. Jacky has just opened his eyes.
I heard voices when I was sleeping. I thought the voices were just part of my dream, but the voices in my dream sounded so real, yet the images in it looked so hazy. Now, as I rubbed my eyes, both the voices and images were real. This is definitely not a dream.
"Talk to
"Hey, hello to my girl, Joanna." His voice rang again, louder this time. His eyes were half-closed and he was smiling. "Where's my peeled apple?"
I could feel my mouth opening wide and my throat choking with phlegm. I wanted to jump onto him, giving him the hug of his life. But if I really do that, he may plunge back into a coma again.
"You idiot." I whispered, toying with his fingers. "You idiot, do you know your mum was going to let you go if you had decided to wake up tomorrow? Do you known, huh? Why don't you just go to hell?"
Jacky laughed weakly. "I choose my dates carefully."
"You sure do."
"Like, when I was in Secondary One, I chose Candy Tzu as my date. When I was in Secondary Two, I chose Ru Hua. Well, when I was in Secondary Three-"
"Not funny." I cut in.
"In Secondary Three, I chose Joanna Fung, and I’ll make her my date forever."
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When I first saw my grandmother's photo in her funeral, I squeezed Jacky's right hand tight. I did not shed any tears. I just started, and stared, and stared.
My grandmother had passed peacefully two weeks before my A Levels. Initially, when I saw her lying on the sofa. I thought she was just rersting. I went forward, wanting to wake her up. It was then I realized she was smiling but her eyes were closed.
When I noticed that she was not breathing, I did not call the ambulance instantly. Instead, I paced up and down, and finally, I called Jacky. Until now, the cause is still unknown. It seemed to be of old age.
"You're a strong girl." Jacky said to me.
There were less than ten people attending the funeral, and I felt sad for my grandmother. Still, I did not cry.
"Come on, sit down. I've got something to tell you." Jacky said, motioning to a chair. When I settled down, he passed me a packet of drink. "Remember the letter I wrote for you? I asked my mother to pass it to you if I were in coma."
I nodded.
"Well, I did say something about an old lady in your void deck, giving me some advice on love right? That love is either yes, or no. There're no other excuses.
My heart skipped a beat. My grandmother had told me that before, and Jacky heard this from some old lady near my void deck.
"Your grandmother was the old lady."
Now I really felt like crying. Firstly my grandmother became my chat mate. Then my advisor. And now I discovered that she had also contributed me Jacky.
"Now, look here." Jacky pointed to my left. I turned my head and wheezed. It was the old man in the park at the hospital who had given the advice of love as well.
"What the…"
The old man staring at my grandmother’s coffin with teary eyes. After a while, he said something to himself and went off.
"Ours is not the saddest story in the world. There're so many stories going on. Ours is just one of the many."