My cellphone’s beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cellphone and sleepily pressed the keys and read the message.
“Hi there! Do you want be my txtmate?”
Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table. I tried to go back to sleep. I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.
“Hi there, again! Do you want be my txtmate?” again, the message said.
“Who the hell could this be asking for a textmate at the wee hours of the night?” I asked myself.
Again, I deleted the message without bothering to reply.
I was never a ‘textmaniac’ – someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even in the wee hours of the night, not to mention during the day. My parents who were always abroad, forced me to own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient – they could monitor me even if they’re miles away.
I wanted to turn the cellphone off. However, since my mother was fond of calling me at night just to check if I am safe at home, I decided not to.
Just as I was about to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again. It was from the same number! Such determination!
“Please reply to this msg and be an angel & save me from this abyss of emptiness!”
I never knew why but the message struck me. I got up and pressed the keys. I realized I was replying to the message.
“Im not an angel, and if u want somone to save u, Im not superman. Im just a simple person whom u woke up in the middle of the night! do I know u?” I typed.
Seconds later came the reply.
“Nope. U don’t know this lonely soul. Not does she know u. But I want to be your . I’m Nam Woohyun. U?”
“Just call me Liny. How did u get my no.?” I sent back.
“Hi Liny, nice to meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine” he replied.
That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.