A knight in shining white shirt

This incident happened during last SWOTVAC. It was that very moment when my friends and I were about to walk out from Melbourne Central to chase for a tram. We just got back from Asam Event and it was raining heavily outside the building. Out of sudden, I got a muscle cramp on both legs that brought me to a static state. It hurts me so bad that I cannot even walk a step. There were some excruciating contractions of my calf muscles and at the foot muscles as well. That kind of cramp was very similar with my usual nocturnal leg cramps which can always lead me to a rude awakening at nights but only this time, it happened in the middle of the city where people were rushing their life out of it.

My friends were helplessly panic and so did I. Nonetheless, there was this cute local guy watching from behind. He’s kinda not too sure to help at first but when I screamed in pain, he then asked my friend, “What’s going on ladies?”. My friend told him about my cramp and without even touching me, he asked me to bend my knee forwardly and follow his instructions. I can sense that his behaviour reflects the fact that I was wearing a hijab at that time. I did exactly like he told me to but my legs still can’t be moved.

“Put your hand on my shoulder. Put your hand on my shoulder”. That’s all I can remember the moment he asked my permission to lift me up and bring me to a sidewalk bench with a help from my friend. I felt so embarrassed but I gotta hold on to my feeling as the pain really bugged me. 

So that’s pretty much it. And then my knight in shining armour white shirt left me on the bench with some good advices on how to cure legs cramp. “It happens all the time”, that’s what he said. What a gentleman.

:)

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The cherry cake conversation

She bought a newspaper from a stall and hired a chair while waiting for a 57 tram heading towards West Maribyrnong. She began to read the paper. There was a museum to unveil treasures from King Tut’s tomb, the newspaper headlined. She was skeptical. The idea seems wrong in her opinion.

An old lady in a tight-fitting suit walked by, looking hard at her. Her look was so fragile at the moment, with a cherry cake in her right hand.

“May I sit here?”

“Oh please!”

Silence hit the note.

“Would you like some of my cheery cake?”

“Oh no, thank you. I’ve eaten my lunch just now. Thanks”.

Once beyond the tram stop, she felt a stiff breeze. She put the newspaper aside. Where’s the tram? The road was surprisingly rough, and the stout little bicycle in front of her lifted high on the road.

“What are you thinking dear?”

“Oh, nothing in particular.”

“Are you sure you don’t want my cherry cake? Not even a bite?”

That’s so strange. She thought.

“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks”

“You remind me of my daughter. She loves cherry cake though.”

Then the tram arrived in time. She climb up the stairs and off she go. Clearing her mind, she began thinking about the old lady she just met. She was eaten with curiosity about her. Who was she? Where was she from? It was rather exciting. 

Until they meet again. God’s will :)