She got up from her desk, jaw clenched again, and walked through the doors. As soon as she got through the first set of doors the Singing began. Not the Singing from a CD atau vinyl album, but…karaoke. Which meant that people were finally starting to get drunk enough to let their inhibitions go. This also meant that no one was going to care about what she had to…wait…was she hearing correctly? Was that House?
Cuddy came out of thought mode and moved through the saat set of doors. It was…House was on stage, singing! He was with Wilson, who looked a little tipsy, Chase, who was drunk, and Foreman, who seemed to have a pretty good buzz! They all had their arms around each other and were Singing “Somebody To Love”, with House Singing lead. It was strange, but House didn’t look drunk at all.
*I shouldn’t be surprised, he could probably drink a Greek ikan paus under the table!* she thought.
Cuddy stood just outside her doors, mouth slightly open, with a dazed and puzzled look on her face. As she watched them singing, she suddenly found herself in House’s gaze. His piercing blue eyes were most definitely focused on her as they sang, “Need somebody to love…fight, need somebody to love…fight.”
She didn’t know what to do, and just stayed frozen. After a few lines House averted his gaze away from her, not looking back again. As the song ended and the boys left the stage, she Chase and Foreman go off together, House was making a limp for the poker table, and Wilson was waving her over to the ‘bar’.
She usually didn’t drink much, if at all, but after what she had just experienced she figured that one shot of something strong would probably do her good. So she strode over to where Wilson stood with his glass.
“Cuddy! I didn’t think anda were ever going to come out of there. anda know, for being such an ass, House really does know how to throw a party!” berkata Wilson.
“I’m sure he does, I’ll take a shot.” berkata Cuddy, leaning on the counter top.
“A shot of what?” asked the scantily clad young woman behind the counter.
“I don’t know, something strong.” she said, looking back at Wilson and seeing the look on his face.
“What?” she asked.
“I’ve just never seen the party part of Cuddy.” berkata Wilson, taking a sip from his glass.
“Not very many people have.” berkata Cuddy, taking the glass the girl gave her and downing the liquid in a gulp.
Cuddy came out of thought mode and moved through the saat set of doors. It was…House was on stage, singing! He was with Wilson, who looked a little tipsy, Chase, who was drunk, and Foreman, who seemed to have a pretty good buzz! They all had their arms around each other and were Singing “Somebody To Love”, with House Singing lead. It was strange, but House didn’t look drunk at all.
*I shouldn’t be surprised, he could probably drink a Greek ikan paus under the table!* she thought.
Cuddy stood just outside her doors, mouth slightly open, with a dazed and puzzled look on her face. As she watched them singing, she suddenly found herself in House’s gaze. His piercing blue eyes were most definitely focused on her as they sang, “Need somebody to love…fight, need somebody to love…fight.”
She didn’t know what to do, and just stayed frozen. After a few lines House averted his gaze away from her, not looking back again. As the song ended and the boys left the stage, she Chase and Foreman go off together, House was making a limp for the poker table, and Wilson was waving her over to the ‘bar’.
She usually didn’t drink much, if at all, but after what she had just experienced she figured that one shot of something strong would probably do her good. So she strode over to where Wilson stood with his glass.
“Cuddy! I didn’t think anda were ever going to come out of there. anda know, for being such an ass, House really does know how to throw a party!” berkata Wilson.
“I’m sure he does, I’ll take a shot.” berkata Cuddy, leaning on the counter top.
“A shot of what?” asked the scantily clad young woman behind the counter.
“I don’t know, something strong.” she said, looking back at Wilson and seeing the look on his face.
“What?” she asked.
“I’ve just never seen the party part of Cuddy.” berkata Wilson, taking a sip from his glass.
“Not very many people have.” berkata Cuddy, taking the glass the girl gave her and downing the liquid in a gulp.
When does Cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? Cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what Cinta was and not what it has been made into today sejak commercialisation from American Filem and Televisyen commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Cinta for real, can we komen and judge others who are in Love. Cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Cinta is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.