As I stared at my empty hands, it dawned on me that he had drunk and discarded my water. Just as I was about to ask him why he didn't buy his own water, I noticed his back soaked with sweat as he walked back towards me.
Kenny returned to sit beside me and smiled, "Why are you never satisfied with any girl?"
I was taken aback. I wanted to explain, but I couldn't find the words. After a few changes of expression, I opted to remain silent.
I didn't understand why. Whenever I saw those girls on their own, I thought they were perfectly fine. But the moment they appeared beside Kenny, I couldn't help but find fault. I used to attribute this to something like "fathers never approving of their sons-in-law." Now it didn't seem like the case.
Because I realized it wasn't just dissatisfaction I felt. I also felt a hint of anger. When I was younger, I didn't know where this unnamed emotion came from, but now that I was older, I understood. And as time passed, this feeling grew stronger.
That was jealousy, the manifestation of liking someone. It was like biting into an unripe fruit tinged with bitterness.