a little smile

heylo!

i want to write a short story here

since i have nothing in hand now *relax mode go on and on*

it is about my neighbour, to be exact, my neighbour's maid.

since few months earlier, i saw her sometimes in the morning when i left to work.

as i opened my door and turn left to the staircase, i saw her with her pale of water, staring at me.

at my 1st reaction i was like, 'what the...? why stare at me in that way?' surely 'staring' is a gesture in which she was looking in an unfriendly way.

and few next morning later it even crossed my mind to just walk straight to her and asked, 'hey yo whaAACCAAAaaa straing at HUH?!'

nay nay..of course..i didnt...

and few weeks later, she was still the same, froze with the pale of water in her hand, staring to my direction at the sound of me closing my door. it is totally a weird posture, for she could have just look at my direction briefly and then continue watering the plants. but somehow she stopped her work and stared.

so i ignore her and act as if i saw nothing and avoid her eyes.

it went on and on until one day i decided to do something else. i can't remember why, perhaps some drama or book influenced me that day.

after i locked my gate, while walking towards the staircase, i smiled at her. little smile.

surprisingly, she smiled back.

and more surprisingly i felt good about it.

it was just a little smile.

and the next day till now, we exchanged smile whenever we saw each other.

so the moral of the story... oh well, smile! ^___________^