“Hi Hon, I’m in Banda Aceh now. Just arrived a few hours ago, I’m on my mobile internet.”
“Hi, babe, how’s the trip?”
“It’s ok, the flight was alright, can’t believe this would be my last field trip, will be in Medan tomorrow night and then on to Siborong-borong, back to Medan, then Takengon and finally back to Medan, finally home – 2 weeks of the final lag. How are you?”
“Yeah, been out on the job since morning, had an early start, a bit knackered actually.”
“Poor baby… hope you will have a good rest later, almost time to go home?”
“Nah, still got stuff that I need to sort, probably will be here for a while.”
“Ok, I’ll keep you company, ya. Work starts tomorrow morning, I’m just going to lay low and take it easy tonight. Feeling a bit unwell, actually, I can feel a sore throat coming, hopefully it won’t get any worse, this is going to be a long trip and being sick would be the last thing that I need.”
“Take care of yourself, hon. I don’t like it if you are sick or in trouble and I can’t be there for you.”
“Thanks, Hon, I will, don’t worry.”
I don’t like it if you’re sick or in trouble and I can’t be there for you? Normally, my sceptical nature would have me cringe away with that kind of sweet talks. But, coming from my potato, it so heart-warming. Every sense of my being soak on the sound of that sentence, alleviate me to a state of bliss, expresses in a big long sigh upon reading it; missing you, truly. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to run for his embrace, resting my head on his chest, my ear snug closely to the level of his heart beat, in tune with its familiar rhythm? For a few seconds, I could block the world around me; forget all my worries, just to stand still, wrapping my arms around that familiar contour. For a few moments, it’s just me and him.
“Oh, I will have a two-day break during this trip. Won’t be working this weekend, we will be in Medan. Remember that fancy hotel that I stayed the last time, I will be there again. Cool eh?”
“Yep. That will be nice, enjoy you. ”
“Hehhehe I will”
“I will be away this weekend, going up to Auckland on my bike, for Pearl Jam concert, will be leaving after work on Friday, be back on Sunday, night-ish.”
I know, I should have wished him the same, “enjoy you”. But, why there is a twang on my heartstrings? Something – an alarm bell of a cuckoo nest, starting like abandonment and ending like jealousy. I wish, you will be available on the weekend, I wish I can spend time talking and being with you, online, on the weekend, I wish I can come with you and have fun ride and being a part of the crowd in the concert. Who are you taking instead? That girl who is a friend? Will the two of you ride on the same bike? Will the two of you share the same accommodation? Are you going on your own?
“Who are you taking with you, Hon?”
“No one, I’m going up on my own.”
“Ok, be careful ya, text me to let me know, you are ok, ya?”
Of course, that wouldn’t happen. Texting me to let me know, he is ok, is rarely ever considered as emergency text. I do my own things on that weekend, trying hard to forget how much I miss him, trying to brush away the urge to text him or make that international call.