This green and brown bangle, I didn’t find it. It was given to me by the person who found it. Years ago. Well, I am not even sure now if Simon actually found it and gave it to me because I was the first woman he saw after finding the bangle. Maybe he bought it for me and didn’t really wanna make a big deal out of it. But why would he have wanted to get me a bangle? It was so not him, and so not me. I can’t remember where Simon found it. He might have told me where, but I can’t remember where. And I have been forgetting to ask him where he found the bangle. Not that it matters now.
The bangle was not in a box when I got it. It was not wrapped, nor was it in a pouch or anything. Simon handed it to me bugil-bugil just like that. Yes, just like that. At first I thought, hmmm… green wasn’t really my color. Or even if it was, it wasn’t this green. Of all the 50 shades of green, this shade of green wasn’t really my shade of green. But I took it anyway, thanked Simon and kept it with my white bangle, my silver bangle and another green bangle that is in the shade-of-green-that-I-like bangle.
The thing is… I don’t think Simon even remembers it was him who found the bangle and it was him who gave it me, or it was me that he gave the bangle to. But I am writing about this green and brown bangle because I still keep it. That’s about it. I don’t just keep it, I actually wear it every once in a while. The green has grown on me and I have bought baju kurung, baju kelawar, and many baju lawa to match this shade of green. I am writing this because I can still remember the story behind it.
But you do notice that dot on my wrist, don’t you?
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