for shandy
Mar. 1st, 2020 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yampergodDear Shandy,
I know you didn't ask for this, but you're truly the only person on this planet who will appreciate this Malaysian AU as much as I do. This is probably the worst thing I've ever written.
I guess this falls under “humor”, or at least I sure hope it does.
“You've got a crush on the Head Librarian.”
Hilda Goh tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, revealing a helix piercing that had caused her to kena demerit from Edelgard binti Hresvelg a few weeks ago. She leans against the edge of the balcony, staring down at the pancaragam practicing on the field. They've played the same rendition of Tanggal 31 so many times that Claude has passed the point of being sick of it-- it just registers to him now as background noise. He turns away from the students on the field, and a nervous laugh falls from his lips.
“Me? No way. That would destroy my Ah Beng cred.”
Hilda rolls her eyes. “What Ah Beng cred? Poser lah you. Where got Ah Beng that gets 12 As for SPM? Mr. Debate Club President?”
Claude sighs. “Okay, okay. So maybe I did give my cred up.” The Garreg Mach pancaragam has taken a break from Tanggal 31, and are now blasting 'Hot Cross Buns' at top volume. Claude doesn't know what is worse, the mortifying ordeal of his feelings for Marianne binti Edmund being known, or the fact that this is the soundtrack to his being exposed. Hilda is still staring at him pointedly-- she's definitely caught on. Claude sighs out loud.
“Fine, fine, you got me. Dude, I just want to be the CKT to her barley peng.”
Hilda beams, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow (which had also caused her to kena demerit). “Oh? So you're kin assigning her local foods now?”
Claude can't help but laugh out loud. “Stop.” Only he doesn't really want Hilda to stop, no. She's terrible at keeping secrets, but he's held these feelings in since they were in Form 3, and perhaps a tiny part of Claude doesn't want them to be a secret any more. “You're like an aunty lah. How you know?”
Hilda giggles. “We've been best friends since you moved here from Singapore. Of course I know lah. It's okay. Just tell her then can liao loh.”
He stares at her, mortified.
“You say that like it's so easy ah?”
“It's not that hard! Try this. 'Hey, Marianne, what say we go on a date? Be the ci bai to my lan jiao?”
“No!” Claude is laughing so hard that his sides hurt. “She'll kill me.”
“I can't imagine precious little Marianne hurting anyone. She's more likely to run away in fear—”
“Which is absolutely not the reaction I want. Dude, I think I scared her off back when we were in Form 4. I wanted to get to know her, so I tried joining the Kelab Perpustakaan and asking her about herself.”
“And let me guess. You pushed her way too hard. Bodoh.”
Claude sighs. “Yeah, I did. It was two years ago though, and we've worked together on some group projects since. I don't think she hates me any more, but the last thing I want to do is to scare her off again. She's kind of like a cat-- you need to pspspspspsps her.”
“Then pspspspspsps her loh. Like that nia.” Hilda says. She digs into her bag, pulling out a bag of Hacks candies. She undoes one of the wrappers from a sweet and pops it into her mouth, leaning in ever-so-close to Claude. “Actually, I've got a suggestion for you. Why don't you try opening up to her first?”
Claude sucks in a deep breath. He hates when Hilda is right.
"Apakah kecibaian ini."
I know you didn't ask for this, but you're truly the only person on this planet who will appreciate this Malaysian AU as much as I do. This is probably the worst thing I've ever written.
I guess this falls under “humor”, or at least I sure hope it does.
“You've got a crush on the Head Librarian.”
Hilda Goh tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, revealing a helix piercing that had caused her to kena demerit from Edelgard binti Hresvelg a few weeks ago. She leans against the edge of the balcony, staring down at the pancaragam practicing on the field. They've played the same rendition of Tanggal 31 so many times that Claude has passed the point of being sick of it-- it just registers to him now as background noise. He turns away from the students on the field, and a nervous laugh falls from his lips.
“Me? No way. That would destroy my Ah Beng cred.”
Hilda rolls her eyes. “What Ah Beng cred? Poser lah you. Where got Ah Beng that gets 12 As for SPM? Mr. Debate Club President?”
Claude sighs. “Okay, okay. So maybe I did give my cred up.” The Garreg Mach pancaragam has taken a break from Tanggal 31, and are now blasting 'Hot Cross Buns' at top volume. Claude doesn't know what is worse, the mortifying ordeal of his feelings for Marianne binti Edmund being known, or the fact that this is the soundtrack to his being exposed. Hilda is still staring at him pointedly-- she's definitely caught on. Claude sighs out loud.
“Fine, fine, you got me. Dude, I just want to be the CKT to her barley peng.”
Hilda beams, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow (which had also caused her to kena demerit). “Oh? So you're kin assigning her local foods now?”
Claude can't help but laugh out loud. “Stop.” Only he doesn't really want Hilda to stop, no. She's terrible at keeping secrets, but he's held these feelings in since they were in Form 3, and perhaps a tiny part of Claude doesn't want them to be a secret any more. “You're like an aunty lah. How you know?”
Hilda giggles. “We've been best friends since you moved here from Singapore. Of course I know lah. It's okay. Just tell her then can liao loh.”
He stares at her, mortified.
“You say that like it's so easy ah?”
“It's not that hard! Try this. 'Hey, Marianne, what say we go on a date? Be the ci bai to my lan jiao?”
“No!” Claude is laughing so hard that his sides hurt. “She'll kill me.”
“I can't imagine precious little Marianne hurting anyone. She's more likely to run away in fear—”
“Which is absolutely not the reaction I want. Dude, I think I scared her off back when we were in Form 4. I wanted to get to know her, so I tried joining the Kelab Perpustakaan and asking her about herself.”
“And let me guess. You pushed her way too hard. Bodoh.”
Claude sighs. “Yeah, I did. It was two years ago though, and we've worked together on some group projects since. I don't think she hates me any more, but the last thing I want to do is to scare her off again. She's kind of like a cat-- you need to pspspspspsps her.”
“Then pspspspspsps her loh. Like that nia.” Hilda says. She digs into her bag, pulling out a bag of Hacks candies. She undoes one of the wrappers from a sweet and pops it into her mouth, leaning in ever-so-close to Claude. “Actually, I've got a suggestion for you. Why don't you try opening up to her first?”
Claude sucks in a deep breath. He hates when Hilda is right.
"Apakah kecibaian ini."
