Chapter Four : Sojourn at Setapak Curry House
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Ben thought that waking up at 6:30am on weekdays were over once he had graduated from high school. However 8:30am morning classes were not foreign to most Moonway College students. The only thing Ben could do was silently curse Choong Leeng and Seamus for being lucky enough to have most classes in the afternoon. How unfair. The scientists were able to sleep in, while the lawyers had to push their droopy eyebags up and shuffle into class.
As usual, he was earlier than most students. "My classmates are all lazy asses," he thought as he walked into the partially filled room. And he was already 10 minutes late. Soon, someone settled next to him, and he found out that it was Pee Yin . Pee Yin was the classic nerd - checked shirts, pocket protector, carries a scientific calculator in his backpocket and stuffs pocket dictionaries into his underpants (unlike socks, the preference of jocks). However, Pee Yin was a rather nice person, so Ben didn't mind sitting next to him. However, that was not what Joanne thought. She was horrified that someone as ugly as Pee Yin would dare to obstruct what was previously a crystal clear view of Ben. This gave her the confidence to storm up to Pee Yin and yell, "GET OUT OF MY SEAT, LOSER!!!!"
"Joanne! Er... I thot you were sitting at the back with Ar Lian and Ar Huey," stammered Pee Yin
"Whatever gave YOU that thought? Oh wait, that would be assuming you had the mental capacity to use your brains. Everyone knows that Ben is practically my best friend in Moonway. OBVIOUSLY best friends sit together!"
"Er.. I would like to point out that..."
"MOVE!"
*scuttles away*
Ben was stricken with fear. He had never seen Joanne so angry before. Plus, she was going to sit next to him! This meant that the probability of his shirt getting torn and him getting playful pinches (even his ass was not spared) had risen two fold. Joanne must've seen the look of terror on many a guy's face, because she suddenly asked Ben,
"Hey, why are you so afraid? You think I like you is it?"
"I don't know, you tell me. First, you spent nearly 30 minutes stuck between my legs after you fell down last Saturday. Then you spent the whole of Mami Jarum clinging on to my arm. Then tried to con me into paying you compliments. Now you just shooed away Pee Yin so that you could sit next to me. Tell me what I'm supposed to think."
"Ahahahha... hiaks! Don't be so silly ler Ben! *slaps his arm* I do that to every guy ler! *shy smile* Hehehehe.. aiyoooo, you actually think I'm so terrible er? *pouty face* I kind of twisted my ankle when I fell down that day... you see... even now I'm still limping. I'm wearing my 3 inch heels instead of my usual stillettos. *beams* Later you must help me walk oso. *sly look* And then ar... that Mami Jarum is kind of a scary movie, so that's why I hold you lor. I am scared mar. You not scared meh? You so brave ler!!!! *strokes his arm* Anyway... ahahaha... I like Seamus! *shy giggle*"
Ben let out a laugh of relief. The molestation could continue, as long as her heart really belonged to Seamus. Aha! Now he could continue teasing Seamus with Joanne! Oh, he would soooooo pay Seamus back for all the rap he got for the past few days!
Joanne wanted Ben to go for lunch with her, Ar Lian and Ar Huey, but a timely sms from Seamus gave him a good excuse. Ben would've asked Joanne to join them (then he could rib Seamus til the cows came home), but Seamus's sms read something like this:
Come to SCH w CL n me. Imp. Airco reg form w us. TOP SECRET.
After spending a good 2 minutes, Ben managed to decipher the message, all but the "Airco" part. And why would he want a regeneration form? Or was it regiment? And did Seamus just call him a wuss? And he spelt it wrong. "Wus". Asshole.
All the way to Setapak Curry House, Ben and CL teased Seamus with Joanne. CL was particularly gleeful. The two guys always insulted her, so now she could tease either of them to shut them up. Joanne may be her good friend, but hey, whatever it takes to get back at silly boys.
"If you're mature enough to shut up for two seconds, maybe I could fill you in on what Airco is," said Seamus.
"Ooh yeah , you wuss. What's this Airco stuff about? Sounds like an air-conditioning company. Why would you want me to join an air-conditioning regiment? Asshole."
"Why did you call me a wuss? Anyway, Airco is the Moonway College Student Magazine. It's for the ELITE only. Only the ELITE can join it. And since Choong Leeng and I got an invitation, we are ELITE. And we said we knew one more ELITE person, we got an extra form for you. But you'll have to undergo this SUPER TOP SECRET interview which is damn kau strict before you're accepted. But we probably will since we're ELITE," explained Seamus
"If it's so damn elite, how come the two of you were chosen? Hehe. Hehe."
"Ooooohhhh.... it's a LONGGGG story. You see right, there's the sub-editor of Airco who saw Sean during the A-Levels mixer..." started Choong Leeng.
"Oh! The day when Seamus was wearing his super short shorts and tight-fitting bright orange singlet? So who's the Ah Lian who fell for that stupid outfit of his?"
"Ahahhahahaa.... it's the Ah Beng who fell for his stupid outfit! The sub-editor is this guy called Eurene Tonk!!!"
Ben and Choong Leeng collapsed into fits of hysterical laughter.
"Enough ok? I'm just glad to escape from him. He's like hugging me when passing me the forms... hugging me when I handed in my form... hugging me because I use Brylcreem like him... I feel so molested. That's why I want to go to Setapak Curry House. To get away from it all."
Little did Seamus know that he was walking into the lion's den!
"Ahhhh Reeeeeky, there's our pretty boy coming for lunch here again. And he brought along his two leeeeeedle friends."
"Aah! Aah! Is this place clean enough for him Camron? Do I look pretty enough today?" replied Ricky.
"I am going to my room and putting perfume behind my knees Reeeeky. I'll be serving him today."
"That's not fair Camron... I saw him first. He smiled at me last time. You always steal mah boiz."
Camron looked irritable. "Okay, fine have him. I'll go after the spiky haired one next time."
"AAHH!! You sure Camron? You'll let me handle the pretty boy by myself? Aaah! You are the best bisexual friend a transvestite like me could ever have."
"Of course, dahling. Now you go upstairs and put on that lavendar eyeshadow of yours. Ooh, and don't forget the eyeliner baby. They make your eyes look so pretty. They're your best feature."
"Honey, stop it! I'm going to cry if you continue being such a dear!!!"
Ricky sauntered up the stairs to make himself up, while Camron started rolling out the red carpet and bringing in freshly cut flowers for the vases. He was the head chef of SCH, and he knew that the trio always ordered chicken, so he went out to slaughter the fowl. Only the freshest for Pretty Boy, Spiky Haired Boy and that blonde girl who Ricky and him planned to murder so that they could have the boys to themselves.
As usual, Seamus, Ben and Choong Leeng were very impressed by the ambience of SCH. It smelled nicer than other restaurants, and Seamus and Ben thought the food was delectable. Choong Leeng didn't like the place very much - she always seemed to get food poisoning after eating there. But as mentioned earlier, the environment was lovely, so she would usually just sit there with them and pick off their plates. Which seemed to annoy the waiters more than Seamus or Ben.
"Ello boys... I'll be joh waiter today. I'm Reeeeeky."
"Hey Rick. I'll take the tom yam chicken and ... ice lemon tea."
"Curry chicken. Apple juice."
Ricky was sad. The Spiky Haired Boy actually mentioned his name, but all Pretty Boy did was say "curry chicken". How unromantic. However, this did bring ONE spark of hope to Ricky. Maybe Pretty Boy wasn't into making sweet love to the strains of Kenny G. Maybe what he wanted was just pure, unadulterated ROUGH sex. Oohh... the thought of that got his loins all hot and bothered.
When Ricky served the food to them, he braved himself up to ask Pretty Boy.
"Ah, scuse me leedle boy, but I have something to ask you."
"Now?" Seamus looked sad at the thought that he'll have to leave his curry chicken when it had just arrived. The aroma was intoxicating.
"Yes boy. Don't worry... I will make it worth your while..."
"Ok."
Seamus was wondering what was happening, but he didn't really think much about it. Maybe he heard news about Ben calling SCH "a place filled with happy donkeys", and they wanted to talk to Seamus, the level-headed one about it. They walked into a small room behind the kitchen that was labelled "Manager's Office". Things were starting to look a wee bit too serious for his liking. Whatever Ben said wasn't Seamus's fault, and he shouldn't have to pay for it. When Ricky closed the door of the manager's office, Seamus voiced his concern straightaway.
"Hey, I don't know what I or my friends ever did to your restaurant... but I apologise. Let me go back to my curry chicken. Please."
"Relax, boy. It's alright. It's ok. Don't panic. Don't run your mouth off. I just want to ask you to model."
"Model?"
"Yes, if you just take a few photos, you'll be guaranteed a free lifetime supply of curry chicken rice sets here."
Seamus's eyes lit up. LIFETIME SUPPLY OF CURRY CHICKEN. And for what? He was only modelling. Obviously the modelling meant that he would be the face of Setapak Curry House. Which is not a bad idea, of course. Such delicious food should have an equally delicious face to go with it. He signed an agreement with Ricky, something simple that stated "I will model for Ricky, as he sees fit in return for free curry chicken sets for the rest of my life." Seamus signed it in a hurry, as he agred with Ricky that they should not waste time over 'legal nitty gritties'.
"Ok. Let's get started now. What pose do you want? How about this?"
With that, Seamus leaned down , one arm on his knee, his head bent slightly down, and then he turned his face slightly upwards. Ricky thought that his time had stopped. Every single eyelash of Seamus's could be seen clearly. Every strand was thick and curved upwards. And his arm hair was so thick and luxurious that they could have starred in their own shampoo commercial. They looked like wheat fields.
Seamus found it hard to get retain the pose for a long time, so he irritatably seethed, "Aren't you going to snap the picture already?"
Ricky snapped out of his weird imagination and decided to put his plan to action. "But you aren't dressed for it yet."
"Oh... so you want me to wear a Setapak Curry House tee shirt or something?"
"Setapak Curry House? Why would you wear a Setapak Curry House shirt?"
"Er... I'm modelling for your restaurant.... RIGHT?"
"HAHAHAHA.... no, you're modelling for my own personal collection. You're wearing this!"
Ricky threw a bright red fishnet g-string and said, "Wear this" with a smirk on his face.
"What? You must be crazy."
"Please. You didn't think for one minute that we were going through that roleplaying of photographer and model, did you? I know you wanted me the first time you smiled at me."
"I was grateful for the tissues you handed me!"
"Tissues? Grateful? Boy, you shouldn't feel grateful for such menial things in life. You should be grateful for things like this..."
Ricky leaned over and before Seamus knew it, his lips were on his. As Ricky tried to slip his tongue into Seamus's mouth, he moved his hands downwards towards Seamus's infamous crotch.
Seamus was in shock. This was bringing back dark memories from the past that he had tried to bury. But it was all coming back now. The ropes. The angry faces. The pain. Soon Seamus was screaming so loudly, but he didn't even recognise whose voice it was. Then the darkness overcame him.
Has Seamus turned into the Incredible Hulk? What happens during the interviews next week? Who and what are part of the Airco Magazine? Find Out Next Week!
Ben thought that waking up at 6:30am on weekdays were over once he had graduated from high school. However 8:30am morning classes were not foreign to most Moonway College students. The only thing Ben could do was silently curse Choong Leeng and Seamus for being lucky enough to have most classes in the afternoon. How unfair. The scientists were able to sleep in, while the lawyers had to push their droopy eyebags up and shuffle into class.
As usual, he was earlier than most students. "My classmates are all lazy asses," he thought as he walked into the partially filled room. And he was already 10 minutes late. Soon, someone settled next to him, and he found out that it was Pee Yin . Pee Yin was the classic nerd - checked shirts, pocket protector, carries a scientific calculator in his backpocket and stuffs pocket dictionaries into his underpants (unlike socks, the preference of jocks). However, Pee Yin was a rather nice person, so Ben didn't mind sitting next to him. However, that was not what Joanne thought. She was horrified that someone as ugly as Pee Yin would dare to obstruct what was previously a crystal clear view of Ben. This gave her the confidence to storm up to Pee Yin and yell, "GET OUT OF MY SEAT, LOSER!!!!"
"Joanne! Er... I thot you were sitting at the back with Ar Lian and Ar Huey," stammered Pee Yin
"Whatever gave YOU that thought? Oh wait, that would be assuming you had the mental capacity to use your brains. Everyone knows that Ben is practically my best friend in Moonway. OBVIOUSLY best friends sit together!"
"Er.. I would like to point out that..."
"MOVE!"
*scuttles away*
Ben was stricken with fear. He had never seen Joanne so angry before. Plus, she was going to sit next to him! This meant that the probability of his shirt getting torn and him getting playful pinches (even his ass was not spared) had risen two fold. Joanne must've seen the look of terror on many a guy's face, because she suddenly asked Ben,
"Hey, why are you so afraid? You think I like you is it?"
"I don't know, you tell me. First, you spent nearly 30 minutes stuck between my legs after you fell down last Saturday. Then you spent the whole of Mami Jarum clinging on to my arm. Then tried to con me into paying you compliments. Now you just shooed away Pee Yin so that you could sit next to me. Tell me what I'm supposed to think."
"Ahahahha... hiaks! Don't be so silly ler Ben! *slaps his arm* I do that to every guy ler! *shy smile* Hehehehe.. aiyoooo, you actually think I'm so terrible er? *pouty face* I kind of twisted my ankle when I fell down that day... you see... even now I'm still limping. I'm wearing my 3 inch heels instead of my usual stillettos. *beams* Later you must help me walk oso. *sly look* And then ar... that Mami Jarum is kind of a scary movie, so that's why I hold you lor. I am scared mar. You not scared meh? You so brave ler!!!! *strokes his arm* Anyway... ahahaha... I like Seamus! *shy giggle*"
Ben let out a laugh of relief. The molestation could continue, as long as her heart really belonged to Seamus. Aha! Now he could continue teasing Seamus with Joanne! Oh, he would soooooo pay Seamus back for all the rap he got for the past few days!
Joanne wanted Ben to go for lunch with her, Ar Lian and Ar Huey, but a timely sms from Seamus gave him a good excuse. Ben would've asked Joanne to join them (then he could rib Seamus til the cows came home), but Seamus's sms read something like this:
Come to SCH w CL n me. Imp. Airco reg form w us. TOP SECRET.
After spending a good 2 minutes, Ben managed to decipher the message, all but the "Airco" part. And why would he want a regeneration form? Or was it regiment? And did Seamus just call him a wuss? And he spelt it wrong. "Wus". Asshole.
All the way to Setapak Curry House, Ben and CL teased Seamus with Joanne. CL was particularly gleeful. The two guys always insulted her, so now she could tease either of them to shut them up. Joanne may be her good friend, but hey, whatever it takes to get back at silly boys.
"If you're mature enough to shut up for two seconds, maybe I could fill you in on what Airco is," said Seamus.
"Ooh yeah , you wuss. What's this Airco stuff about? Sounds like an air-conditioning company. Why would you want me to join an air-conditioning regiment? Asshole."
"Why did you call me a wuss? Anyway, Airco is the Moonway College Student Magazine. It's for the ELITE only. Only the ELITE can join it. And since Choong Leeng and I got an invitation, we are ELITE. And we said we knew one more ELITE person, we got an extra form for you. But you'll have to undergo this SUPER TOP SECRET interview which is damn kau strict before you're accepted. But we probably will since we're ELITE," explained Seamus
"If it's so damn elite, how come the two of you were chosen? Hehe. Hehe."
"Ooooohhhh.... it's a LONGGGG story. You see right, there's the sub-editor of Airco who saw Sean during the A-Levels mixer..." started Choong Leeng.
"Oh! The day when Seamus was wearing his super short shorts and tight-fitting bright orange singlet? So who's the Ah Lian who fell for that stupid outfit of his?"
"Ahahhahahaa.... it's the Ah Beng who fell for his stupid outfit! The sub-editor is this guy called Eurene Tonk!!!"
Ben and Choong Leeng collapsed into fits of hysterical laughter.
"Enough ok? I'm just glad to escape from him. He's like hugging me when passing me the forms... hugging me when I handed in my form... hugging me because I use Brylcreem like him... I feel so molested. That's why I want to go to Setapak Curry House. To get away from it all."
Little did Seamus know that he was walking into the lion's den!
"Ahhhh Reeeeeky, there's our pretty boy coming for lunch here again. And he brought along his two leeeeeedle friends."
"Aah! Aah! Is this place clean enough for him Camron? Do I look pretty enough today?" replied Ricky.
"I am going to my room and putting perfume behind my knees Reeeeky. I'll be serving him today."
"That's not fair Camron... I saw him first. He smiled at me last time. You always steal mah boiz."
Camron looked irritable. "Okay, fine have him. I'll go after the spiky haired one next time."
"AAHH!! You sure Camron? You'll let me handle the pretty boy by myself? Aaah! You are the best bisexual friend a transvestite like me could ever have."
"Of course, dahling. Now you go upstairs and put on that lavendar eyeshadow of yours. Ooh, and don't forget the eyeliner baby. They make your eyes look so pretty. They're your best feature."
"Honey, stop it! I'm going to cry if you continue being such a dear!!!"
Ricky sauntered up the stairs to make himself up, while Camron started rolling out the red carpet and bringing in freshly cut flowers for the vases. He was the head chef of SCH, and he knew that the trio always ordered chicken, so he went out to slaughter the fowl. Only the freshest for Pretty Boy, Spiky Haired Boy and that blonde girl who Ricky and him planned to murder so that they could have the boys to themselves.
As usual, Seamus, Ben and Choong Leeng were very impressed by the ambience of SCH. It smelled nicer than other restaurants, and Seamus and Ben thought the food was delectable. Choong Leeng didn't like the place very much - she always seemed to get food poisoning after eating there. But as mentioned earlier, the environment was lovely, so she would usually just sit there with them and pick off their plates. Which seemed to annoy the waiters more than Seamus or Ben.
"Ello boys... I'll be joh waiter today. I'm Reeeeeky."
"Hey Rick. I'll take the tom yam chicken and ... ice lemon tea."
"Curry chicken. Apple juice."
Ricky was sad. The Spiky Haired Boy actually mentioned his name, but all Pretty Boy did was say "curry chicken". How unromantic. However, this did bring ONE spark of hope to Ricky. Maybe Pretty Boy wasn't into making sweet love to the strains of Kenny G. Maybe what he wanted was just pure, unadulterated ROUGH sex. Oohh... the thought of that got his loins all hot and bothered.
When Ricky served the food to them, he braved himself up to ask Pretty Boy.
"Ah, scuse me leedle boy, but I have something to ask you."
"Now?" Seamus looked sad at the thought that he'll have to leave his curry chicken when it had just arrived. The aroma was intoxicating.
"Yes boy. Don't worry... I will make it worth your while..."
"Ok."
Seamus was wondering what was happening, but he didn't really think much about it. Maybe he heard news about Ben calling SCH "a place filled with happy donkeys", and they wanted to talk to Seamus, the level-headed one about it. They walked into a small room behind the kitchen that was labelled "Manager's Office". Things were starting to look a wee bit too serious for his liking. Whatever Ben said wasn't Seamus's fault, and he shouldn't have to pay for it. When Ricky closed the door of the manager's office, Seamus voiced his concern straightaway.
"Hey, I don't know what I or my friends ever did to your restaurant... but I apologise. Let me go back to my curry chicken. Please."
"Relax, boy. It's alright. It's ok. Don't panic. Don't run your mouth off. I just want to ask you to model."
"Model?"
"Yes, if you just take a few photos, you'll be guaranteed a free lifetime supply of curry chicken rice sets here."
Seamus's eyes lit up. LIFETIME SUPPLY OF CURRY CHICKEN. And for what? He was only modelling. Obviously the modelling meant that he would be the face of Setapak Curry House. Which is not a bad idea, of course. Such delicious food should have an equally delicious face to go with it. He signed an agreement with Ricky, something simple that stated "I will model for Ricky, as he sees fit in return for free curry chicken sets for the rest of my life." Seamus signed it in a hurry, as he agred with Ricky that they should not waste time over 'legal nitty gritties'.
"Ok. Let's get started now. What pose do you want? How about this?"
With that, Seamus leaned down , one arm on his knee, his head bent slightly down, and then he turned his face slightly upwards. Ricky thought that his time had stopped. Every single eyelash of Seamus's could be seen clearly. Every strand was thick and curved upwards. And his arm hair was so thick and luxurious that they could have starred in their own shampoo commercial. They looked like wheat fields.
Seamus found it hard to get retain the pose for a long time, so he irritatably seethed, "Aren't you going to snap the picture already?"
Ricky snapped out of his weird imagination and decided to put his plan to action. "But you aren't dressed for it yet."
"Oh... so you want me to wear a Setapak Curry House tee shirt or something?"
"Setapak Curry House? Why would you wear a Setapak Curry House shirt?"
"Er... I'm modelling for your restaurant.... RIGHT?"
"HAHAHAHA.... no, you're modelling for my own personal collection. You're wearing this!"
Ricky threw a bright red fishnet g-string and said, "Wear this" with a smirk on his face.
"What? You must be crazy."
"Please. You didn't think for one minute that we were going through that roleplaying of photographer and model, did you? I know you wanted me the first time you smiled at me."
"I was grateful for the tissues you handed me!"
"Tissues? Grateful? Boy, you shouldn't feel grateful for such menial things in life. You should be grateful for things like this..."
Ricky leaned over and before Seamus knew it, his lips were on his. As Ricky tried to slip his tongue into Seamus's mouth, he moved his hands downwards towards Seamus's infamous crotch.
Seamus was in shock. This was bringing back dark memories from the past that he had tried to bury. But it was all coming back now. The ropes. The angry faces. The pain. Soon Seamus was screaming so loudly, but he didn't even recognise whose voice it was. Then the darkness overcame him.
Has Seamus turned into the Incredible Hulk? What happens during the interviews next week? Who and what are part of the Airco Magazine? Find Out Next Week!