Lego House

I stopped walking when I suddenly see you across the street. What can possibly a person like you doing here in the streets, at a time like this, walking alone, carrying nothing?

I stopped questioning. I don't want me to be involved even for only once more in your life. I turned and get into a small kiosk that I never visited before. Acted like I knew what I was looking for, I started grabbing books by books that was peddled there, I flipped all the books I grabbed reading at the back side—of course I didn't actually read it. Ten or maybe twenty books I've grabbed that moment, only to wait for you to go away, so that I could walk along the road with no hurt feelings.

I was surprised that you got into the kiosk as well.

“Lego house?”, you asked to the cashier. Were you playing with me, insulted me for faking the book-search or something, I didn't know, I didn't really care, I just wanted you to go away.

“Is it this one?”, the cashier asked you.

A single nod and a simple smile you gave as the answer. Did you do it on purpose, I don’t know, you showed me the quotations on the back side of the book. I could see it clearly under the book title. Very clearly that I changed my mind.

“When things go wrong we can knock it down.”