CHAPTER THREE


YALAMA KHENONG!


I instantly twisted my head to the direction of the words; there I found my classmates teasing at me.
I could not hold my breath upon seeing them, my ribs could feel the rapid beating of my heart and my conscience ordered me to run.


"Rinchen, you can now go for the 100-meter race!" My brain sent a message to my body.


Within no time, I took out my 3 years old slipper and I raced toward my home in a zig-zag motion. I frequently glanced at her and made my way back home.


I fell off 10 times on the way to home. 6 times in the paddy field, 2 times on the way, one time on my doorstep and the final one on my veranda. She no longer held her laughter upon seeing me racing. Her laughter seemed to be like music while I raced. I fell many times as my attention was fully on her.
My classmates followed me to my doorstep.


"Oi, Rinchen will you please share me the tricks to win girl's heart? We will not defame you in school. Otherwise, we will publicise your secret to the teachers." One of my friends knocked on my door, raising his tone.


"How dare you beg for the tricks? Do you think I'm stupid? I will sacrifice anything but I will not sacrifice to teach you tricks to win the heart of girls. Otherwise, you will rape my angel's heart. Go away from here, please." I latched from inside and chased them.


"Friends, let us go home. Do not hesitate to spread his secret like wildfire in the school and in the community. It is your duty to let your tongue function." They left me with the chunk of warning.


"I can do anything to win her heart. Do whatever you like to do. But, remember do not show your face like sipping the lemon juice when my punch hammer on your chili chop like face." I counter-attacked them.


I stayed indoor for one hour recollecting every piece and bits of her.


"How beautiful you are? Who is the architecture behind your sensual body? Who are the sperm and egg behind your electrifying looks? I would award them with champion's league trophy if someone grants me permission to do so. I wish if I can hold her hand, exchange smiles, weed the paddy field together, shed our sweats together, share our bed, feel my chest on her breast, fight my sperm with her egg, clean her ass hole with my testicles, give birth to a cute child and complete my life with her." I stood in front of the mirror; I carried my bag with zero in it and I thought aloud like a psycho to the mirror.


"Who is beautiful? Whose sperm is going to fight? Whose testicle is going to clean what?" I did not know my father was on the door 30 minutes before. He banged on the door and warned me to open the door.


My father was a strict guy. He would beat me blue and black if he happens to know any nasty things about me.


"Yalama Khenong, what shall I do now? Can I reveal him the truth or shall I cheat him with other topics?" Thousands and one questions popped in my head within the flash of a