Author : Persephone
Genre : Romance
Rating : All
Tuesday, March 10, 1992
It was 8.30pm and the house phone rang in the middle of our daily family prayer. I went to pick up the phone.
It was mum who called. "Hey dear, I'll be back home late tonight. Something serious happened to Max and
your uncle Tim need to settle it for him.""Is Max allright, mum?""I'm not sure dear. I gotta go.Bye" That
night i prayed very hard. I prayed that nothing serious happen to Max and Max would be allright. I waited
till 11pm but mum is not back yet. I decided to go to bed. As i need to get up early for school.
"Nothing serious happen to Max right" I asked granny, when she came into my room the next morning.
"Max met with an accident and he died. You better get ready for school now." At that moment, my heart
sank. How could Max died?This is a nightmare. I cried while brushing my teeth and taking my bath.
I went to school as usual and I tried my best to control my tears but I burst into tears the moment Ivory asked me how
is Max doing. That was the first time i cried at school. I told Ivory that Max is dead. A few of my
friends knew about Max. "Please do not be sad. It's fated. He might be your son in his next life. And
you can be together with him". Priya consoled me. (this is really what she told me. Words from a 15 year old)
The moment i reach home I asked granny how did Max met with an accident. Granny refuse to tell me.
I cycled to chicken's house at the next taman. Chicken is in the same school as Max. I'm sure they
will announce during the school assembly. Chicken showed me a chinese newspaper clipping complete
with a black and white picture. 2 body was lying in the middle of the road with newspaper on top
of them. Chicken told me that Max was riding very fast and he had a head to head collision with
a lorry. The rider and the pillion died on the spot. His head was smashed beyond recongnition
and was separated from his body. He was late and was rushing to tuition class. This happened at
3.30pm. "How could he died this way?""He was so young!" I told chicken. I thanked Chicken and
I took the newspaper clipping and went back home.
I showed granny the newspaper clipping."This is how he died" I told granny. I went inside my room
and i cried silently. How could he have died. I have not tell him that I liked him! I cried again when
recalling the memories we had together. And i regretted that i have treated him coldly and playing
hard to get.
Max was my first crush. He was a year older than me and he's Doreen's younger brother. I still remember
the first time i saw him at uncle Tim's shop.I was telling myself. "wow this guy is so cute".
I used to help out at uncle Tim's shop during the weekends and school holidays.
At that time uncle Tim was dating with Doreen (They got married after
Max died and divorce after having 3 kids)
We used to go out together during the weekends. Uncle Tim would bring me and my brother while
Doreen will bring Max and Ray. We'll go to Yaohan (now putra place) or to the Zoo or to Seremban.
I'll steal secret glances at Max when he is not looking. He's cute and fair but not that tall. He will chat
with me but i will just ignore him or just smile back at him.
I was in an all girls school. I seldom interact with boys. I guess i don't know how to communicate
with him. Whenever he was near, my heart will beat very fast. There was once we went to a concert
togehter with uncle Tim and Doreen. Max was seated next to me. And his shoulder was very near
to mine. I felt my face was very hot and my heart was beating very fast. He asked me if i wanted
to share a drink with him. I tell him NO. Now thinking back. What a fool am I. Regretting now.
Should have shared that drink with him. Drink his air liuh also nevermind la.
I did not attend Max's funeral. Mum did. She told me Max was in a white coffin. Burried side by
side with his best friend the pillion rider. That night i dreamed about Max. I cried when i see
him. He asked me to promised him to study hard for my future. I'm sorry Max.. for i did not
keep my promise to you. I never liked to study but luckily i did not flunk my SRP and SPM
papers. Once in a while i will still dream about him.
A few years ago i stumbled across a picture of Max at my cousin's room (uncle Tim's and
Doreen's daughter) and i realised that even after so many years I still miss him and I cried.. My
eyes still watery now when i'm writing this story about Max. I still felt his presence whenever
i go to Max's parent's house and till today I still pray for his soul.
If i were to turn back the clock, I won't be so cool towards Max. I won't be playing hard to
get. Things would be different.
Rest in peace Max. May pepetual light shine upon you.
