And so he left to Genting, without even replying my calls from last night, nor bothering to gimme a call telling me he was leaving.
Fine.
As I was shuffling through his facebook, with no intention at all to spy on him, I stumbled across a familiar name. It was the name of his ex. That’s funny. Because I seem to remember him telling me his ex don’t play facebook.
And so I visited her profile. I scrolled all the way through the older posts, until I found what I had always feared, always suspected. It was a message from him to her, asking her when is she going to pay him a visit in Melaka.
Now, before I enter this long rant of how I’m feeling right now, I’d like to let you know that prior to this, I had met his ex only once, and that was when she left her bag in Melaka Sentral. That day, he called to tell him he’s with his ex right now, and there’re some complications (note: her lost bag). So I asked him wtf is she doing in Melaka in the first place, and he said he have no idea.
Let’s fast forward through the part I actually bought his story. Now. I can’t believe this. I refuse to. My eyes are deceiving me. And it’s not really helping with my mum yelling beside me to go and make up to my brother for picking a fight with him. I would love to yell back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”, but I’m filled with numbness and the long-awaited truth.
He lied to me.
I don’t know what to think now. I need to get away from here.
