The Call
Packing packing packing…. Hurray… tomorrow I’m going to Jakarta!!! I’m so excited and thank God that I’m still alive in one piece! At least I didn’t meet any accident the day or two before travelling!!! *touch wood* reminds of me the significant accident I had before TAIWAN TRIP….
Well, back to the “business”. My documents, passport, toiletry…. Clothes… OH NO… What to wear??? Which bag to bring? I’m going to stay only one night in Jakarta, how about just one backpack? It will be just nice for all my stuff but what if I am going to buy souvenirs and other things? I might have the chance to go out shopping. I really hope I can go as I wish to bring back some souvenirs for my gangs and members.
Ok settled. I’m going to take my BK25XXX (Airline Baggage Identification IATA Code) = Black coloured soft sided luggage.
*Ring tone* eh! I have a phonecall… who is it?? +601X – XXX XXXX!! Oh my God! It’s him again. I have been trying so hard to ignore him for the past few months, should I reject his call??? What should I do?
Calm down, Jen, Calm down!
“Hello”
“Hi, Jen.”
“Hi, how are you?”
“Fine, how about you?”
“Fine thank you.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m in my room packing. I’m going to Jakarta tomorrow morning.”
“Oh tomorrow? It’s my off day.” He sounded like if we could meet up there.
“Oh ok”
“Flight SQ0156?”
“Wait, let me check my e-ticket” looking for my e-ticket.
“Ya, it’s 156”
……………..
I controlled my emotion throughout the whole phone conversation and tried to talk as usual as possible to him as a friend! I hate to use the word “Friend” between me and him because as much as I wished to remain the relationship, he broke us apart by saying that we can still be friends! There is no US anymore with him in my dictionary, just either me or him separately. A sudden crash boom bang on me again and flashing back those old memories.
“Jen, trust me for the best of you. I have tried but I think we are not meant to be. Things didn’t work out between you and me.”
“How about all the things that you promised?? Everything that you said to me!? How can you do this to me?”
“I’m sorry. I need to take back everything”
“How easy for you to say! I won’t let you take them away from me”
“Hey listen, we are still friends right?”
“I don’t want to be just friends!”
…………………….
Ever since, I spent miserable days and nights in sorrow, tears became my best friends during bedtime. Those were the days after you thought everything seemed so right and bright, suddenly a witch put her spell on you. My fairy tale no longer has happy ending!
I started to weep again on my bed thinking about him. Hey, in a few hours time I’m flying to Jakarta, where was my excitement before the call?
Well, back to the “business”. My documents, passport, toiletry…. Clothes… OH NO… What to wear??? Which bag to bring? I’m going to stay only one night in Jakarta, how about just one backpack? It will be just nice for all my stuff but what if I am going to buy souvenirs and other things? I might have the chance to go out shopping. I really hope I can go as I wish to bring back some souvenirs for my gangs and members.
Ok settled. I’m going to take my BK25XXX (Airline Baggage Identification IATA Code) = Black coloured soft sided luggage.
*Ring tone* eh! I have a phonecall… who is it?? +601X – XXX XXXX!! Oh my God! It’s him again. I have been trying so hard to ignore him for the past few months, should I reject his call??? What should I do?
Calm down, Jen, Calm down!
“Hello”
“Hi, Jen.”
“Hi, how are you?”
“Fine, how about you?”
“Fine thank you.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m in my room packing. I’m going to Jakarta tomorrow morning.”
“Oh tomorrow? It’s my off day.” He sounded like if we could meet up there.
“Oh ok”
“Flight SQ0156?”
“Wait, let me check my e-ticket” looking for my e-ticket.
“Ya, it’s 156”
……………..
I controlled my emotion throughout the whole phone conversation and tried to talk as usual as possible to him as a friend! I hate to use the word “Friend” between me and him because as much as I wished to remain the relationship, he broke us apart by saying that we can still be friends! There is no US anymore with him in my dictionary, just either me or him separately. A sudden crash boom bang on me again and flashing back those old memories.
“Jen, trust me for the best of you. I have tried but I think we are not meant to be. Things didn’t work out between you and me.”
“How about all the things that you promised?? Everything that you said to me!? How can you do this to me?”
“I’m sorry. I need to take back everything”
“How easy for you to say! I won’t let you take them away from me”
“Hey listen, we are still friends right?”
“I don’t want to be just friends!”
…………………….
Ever since, I spent miserable days and nights in sorrow, tears became my best friends during bedtime. Those were the days after you thought everything seemed so right and bright, suddenly a witch put her spell on you. My fairy tale no longer has happy ending!
I started to weep again on my bed thinking about him. Hey, in a few hours time I’m flying to Jakarta, where was my excitement before the call?
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