and warmth on the inside and I sent her one as well. I slept like a baby.
Next day I woke up full of energy. We left for work, but I got off a couple of stops before. I felt like moving a little. I needed it. Besides, this way I could see a little more of the city. The street was full of Westerners going to work. That was not surprising considering that 40% of Singapore's population was made up of expatriates.
I spent the day working nonstop and dragging along poor Jerome with my energy, who had not gone to bed as early as me and had a hangover. When I finished work, I was still hyperactive, but I couldn’t convince anyone to do something interesting except Damaso to play tennis, so we went home, and we ran over an hour around the court. Damaso beat me, but I did not care. All I needed was a little relief. However, he reminded me about his victory several days, regretting that he did not bet before we started.
An American colleague, Sam, told me about a place that seemed great for my date with Sumalee the next day. With the issue of the place solved and since I had nothing else to do, I called my mother, told her how the last few days had been, but said nothing about Sumalee so that she didn’t begin with a fantasy movie wedding and many grandchildren, and spent the rest of the afternoon and night playing poker, Texas hold'em, in the living room, the three of us with Shen, a very nice Singaporean neighbour, of Chinese origin. I was able to do better than in the tennis match and, while at it, won enough to pay part of the next day´s dinner. Damaso did not take it very well, he was quite competitive. He kept saying that for weeks now he’s been going through a rough patch, although we did not know what he was talking about since it was our first game. Yes, he paid what he owed.
I felt like hearing Sumalee before going to bed, so I called her.
“Good evening, Sumalee.”
“Hello Davichu!”
“How do you know about Davichu?” That does not come in books.
“What do you think, I can’t investigate?” She said putting a face as if she had never broken a plate. “I have told my Portuguese co-worker about you and she speaks Spanish and has lived many years in Spain.”
“Oh, yeah, and what else has she told you?”
“Things about Spaniards. And I will tell you when we meet. She has also taught me how to say hello in Spanish: Houla.”
“Almost, almost,” I said smiling. “Tell her to correct your pronunciation and let’s see if tomorrow you can say it well.”
“Do you know where you are taking me?”
“Yes, I don’t know if you've been there, but I found a very original place that reminds me of my country.”
“Where?”
“It's a surprise, or at least I hope so. Tomorrow you’ll know.”
“Don't leave me this way! Give me a clue at least ...”
“Okay. You'll have to earn your food.”
“What?”
“That's the clue beautiful. If I make it too easy the surprise is ruined.”
“Alright, alright. Where do we meet?”
“How about at 7:30 p.m. at the Seng Kang subway stop?”
“So far north? The curiosity is killing me, but I will endure until tomorrow. Sounds good! I'll come right after work.”
“Me too. See you tomorrow then. A big kiss.”
“Kisses David.”
Sweet dreams Sumalee, I thought as I hung off the phone. Sweet dreams.
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