The Day You Screamed My Middle Name

After counting down our sleeps from seven days to zero, I rushed from my office to the airport where I waited impatiently to get on board. By the time I landed, it was quite late. I was tired, but so excited to see you. The queue at the immigration was unbelievable. Not happy about it at all. But whatever, I wouldn’t let this bothers me. I pulled out my phone from my bag, and got a No Service notification replacing my network bar. Great. Okay, wouldn’t let this bothers me as well. Focus on happy thoughts.

Decades later, I cleared the immigration and pressed the most unhappy looking Mr. Smiley on the small display they provided to rate their service. Yes, I wasn’t happy and I wanted to make sure I express myself.

By the time I got to the taxi stand, I freeze. The queue was even longer than the one at the immigration. Where are these people came from?! Gosh, my phone was still not working, the battery bar was turning red, it was past midnight already, and I started to feel really tired. Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts.

After what seemed like eternity, I finally got into the cab. Luckily my phone was still working so I could tell the cab driver your address.

When I got off from the cab, I felt a sense of warmth. Finally, I was just minutes away to get to see you again. As I walked around to find my way to your place, I could almost picture you flashing your perfect smile when you open the door. And I’d make my first step into your house, which I could only see through screen this whole time. There will be nice music playing on the background, and probably my favorite wine is in the refrigerator, ready to be served. And we would kiss and hug as we say how much we missed each other.

After wandering for quite awhile, I found the right elevator. As soon as I got to your floor, I spotted your unit number. It was quite easy. I dragged my suitcase and knocked on the door softly with a smile on my face. This is it. I’m finally standing at your doorstep. Butterfly was dancing in my stomach.

Within a split second I recognized your voice screaming. I moved my head closer to the door, and heard you spelled something. Hey wait, that’s my middle name! In high pitch. Okay something is totally wrong. So I knocked again, but you still went on and on with my name. And at that point, I was practically banging on your door, hoping you could hear it in between your five octaves voice and my attempt to get your attention.

Finally the door was open. And there you were, standing with a mouth open, looking as panic as a human being could possibly look, with a phone on your ear. You then mumbled something to the phone and hung up on whoever it was. One second later, “HOLY FUCK?! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! I SO WANNA KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!!!” You were screeching.

I stood there, baffled.

Errr. Okay, the reception wasn’t quite what I expected. Not to mention you haven’t even opened the grill door yet.

As soon as you snapped back from your trance, you opened the grill door in a rush, and hug me really tight. You were sweating, shaking, and your heart were beating so fast I could even feel it.

“What was that about? Who was that?” I asked as soon as we finished hugging.

“I was calling the hospital.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yes, and before that, I called the airport, and also the immigration. I was worried… It’s been three hours since you landed, I couldn’t reach you, I was losing it!”

And you hugged me again. Tighter this time. It made my heart melt.

Well, I wasn’t thrilled about the part where you wanted to kill me, but honestly, it was the sweetest thing a person could ever done to me. No one has ever made so much effort in calling the airport, the immigration, and the hospital just to track me down.

At that moment, I knew I’d be safe with you.

And just so you know, I love that feeling.

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