It was one of those mornings, when you were startled from your sleep with a blank on your face. The air was as cold as the empty space next to you, for the warmth has left the building. After packing their lunches and sending everyone to the door, I sneaked back into bed for a shut eye replacing the much needed hours of sleep. The extra one hour packs the push I require daily. A dose I can't do without.
By 8.30am I was up and about, checking my emails and noting down the orders for the week. I then picked up the laundry basket and headed downstairs, straight to the kitchen to deposit the dirty clothes. The washing machine was set on a fuzzy mode and so was I that day. My mind kept reverting to the conversation I had with my Australian friend who phoned me the evening before. We delved into the subject of love. I remembered telling her that being in love was totally different from loving someone. She laughed and then cried to my ludicrous examples simultaneously accepting the sincerity of it all.
Thanks Ida Sargasso Marcello!
My own thoughts bugged me for awhile. I realized, I too miss the state of being in love. The staring, the note writing and passing(masa tu tak de handphone nak sms), the exchanging gifts or food( I have to thank my cousin Kak Lin for helping me buy the donuts , cookies and all), the state of daze and maze. It's been 12 years since we last had a date just the two of us. I sat down with that thought, downing the chocolate chip cookies with a mug of plain water when a familiar sound interrupted my sugar high breakfast. I took a peep to see what it was and to my delightful surprise, there he was, my husband snoring on the sofa! It was as if he came back for me, like instances from movie scenes when the hero appeared from nowhere to save the damsel in distress. lol!
I coughed a cough and made sure he heard me with
"...you came back!"
"...saya sakit gigi la, demam ni" "Need to go to the dentist later"
And I clasped my hand, eyes so wide, blinked a couple of times and pretended he said something more romantic and suggested we spend the day together even if it was to accompany him to the dentist. Skipped my way upstairs ( stopped halfway, hands on waist, panted a lil bit), took a shower and donned on my best baju and ran downstairs to say "Jom! I'm ready!" after poking his eyes and nose and ears just so he'd wake up.Thanks Farrah!
We had until 4pm before fetching kakak from school. It was just the two us that afternoon. We walked hand in hand to the dentist, I was in a good mood and he was in bad pain. He had to watch me slurping ais kacang and I had to watch him drooling over it. Later we dropped by at his favourite stall for some rojak and cendol and he had a little bit whilst I had the rest. No need to eat daintily, sip prettily, unlike our first date, we needed not to pretend.
All we needed was some time to fall in love,
...all over again.
"...nanti awak sakit gigi lagi, we go out again k" ;o)