"Hey, how are you?"
"I'm fine, what's up? You ni jarang je call I"
"Uhm, can we meet up?"
So she drove to the place where they used to meet back then. The place where their ancient love took place, the place where they fell in love and also the place where they fell out of love. He was smoking his favorite cigarette while she just looked at him because he looked so different. He looked messy.
He sighed and then he asked, "Who was the last person who made you truly happy?"
She was surprised with his question and she wasn't hasty with her answer. She gave him one name and it wasn't his even though he's her first love.
"Why did you ask?"
"How do you make someone happy, like genuinely happy?", he asked.
She could hear the frustration in his voice. She moved an inch closer to him and gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Aren't you happy now?", she asked.
He shook his head and threw the cigarette butt just inches away from his feet.
"So who made you genuinely happy last?", she added.