Lies

So I was fretted upon. They fussed over me, making sure I had fresh coasters for my orange juice  because I kept tearing them apart. Carlsberg or Tiger coasters, when they're wet, they can easily be picked with fingernails.

Anyway, we got into a conversation. I began telling the boy of my rambunctious exploits in the world of Malaysian cinema.

Me: And then I told the director that I thought the voice over was horrible... and later found out it was HIS voice!

He laughed. He then proceeded to tell me his story - about how he came from the village and got a job in KL and is now saving up for a trip to Europe.

Boy: I lie!

I fixed my gaze directly into his eyes. I hate liars and I was stunned as to why he would lie about going to Europe.

Me: I don't lie.

He looked perplexed.

The boy's lower lips were trembling as he said,

Boy: But I lie you! I lie you too mutt!

Me: Ah, I said. I like you too.