On the way home...
I could hear them when I was 30 metres away, mainly because the stillness of Bukit Timah Road at about 4 am did nothing to drown out their voices. She was walking huffily down the pavement, while he inched down the road 5 metres apart on his scooter, maintaining his speed to keep abreast of her.
As I neared, I could see that both of them were dressed in the same junior college uniform. They were shouting loudly at each other as they moved along the road/pavement, regarding jealousy over issues of the other party receiving SMS from members of the opposite sex.
So intense was their argument, that the shouting did not soften even as I rode past them on my bicycle. They were still within earshot until I had moved on for about 3 minutes or so.
The junction of Adams Road and Bukit Timah Road is probably a long way from home, and the route quiet and deserted save for a few foreign labourers. Maybe it's best to resume argument after reaching home.
As I neared, I could see that both of them were dressed in the same junior college uniform. They were shouting loudly at each other as they moved along the road/pavement, regarding jealousy over issues of the other party receiving SMS from members of the opposite sex.
So intense was their argument, that the shouting did not soften even as I rode past them on my bicycle. They were still within earshot until I had moved on for about 3 minutes or so.
The junction of Adams Road and Bukit Timah Road is probably a long way from home, and the route quiet and deserted save for a few foreign labourers. Maybe it's best to resume argument after reaching home.
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