He does not know me. But no worry, I am not a stalker.
I used to buy breakfast from his mother's food stall because Makcik Sukat, a nickname given by her customers of her habit to ration her 'products', cooked tastier food compared to other food stalls.
There he was, in school uniform. But that was three or four years ago.
Now, he's grown up already. And he smokes!
How fast time flies indeed.
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