FRAGMENTS - THE SEGMENTS

✈Take Off✈

There's the uncomfortable silence between me and Titus, we'd a disagreement and I was in no mood to make up for it even on the day he's flying. Yea, he all set to fly to Australia, after 17 years in the Middle East, he finally had a door opened to him and he walked in, to which I'm really happy for him. My disagreement is that he's taking along our son too, I tried telling him that our son may stay with me and join me when I fly but Titus is adamant in his decision. Also, my son is equally excited for Australia. Well, he's only 7 and I can't understand what's more exciting to him in Australia than his mother. As we head to the airport, I'm not talking anything neither my son but my husband is busy talking with the driver. The driver, well is a family friend, more precisely speaking my somehow related cousin; speaking more into it, let me tell you I and Titus are also somehow related cousins but our families discovered this only two years after our marriage because of some old grandpa who knew everyone walked into my house and saw our wedding picture with our family. 

This is not the first time we're having a disagreement, we've had many ever since we met in the corridor of the prestigious university. He was in some hurry, and he crashed into me, and the short tempered me nearly peeled him of his skin while many were watching, so yea, we started in a fight. I'd call only that a fight because everywhere else he had a voice too except for then, I was the only one with a voice and he was desperately trying to voice his reason over my sound. After we married too, we had many disagreements, but my man always sorted things in bed, and the consequence of such a disagreement is my son. We've had several after him too but we made sure to protect against a consequences, I didn't want to be in the labor room every year. After he was grown, our disagreements included him too, sometimes when Titus wanted to take our son to the movie, I'd want to take him for an exhibition at the school. Speaking of school, I'm a teacher, my subject is something that children really like, Art. Basically I'm an artist, but my parents felt that wouldn't be a good profession to speak which is why I turned out to be an art teacher. My son is interested in watching me at work, he helps work on large canvas and colors, but he'd never try one himself. I never understood my mom and my brother until I had my son. We're the best pair, he carried every feature Titus, everything from that cute nose to the curly hair, from the tiny ears to grey eyes, he's a beauty and I don't regret making him. Titus did mention about having another kid but I disagreed, another disagreement, I felt I might be too busy with the baby and would have less or no time for my son with whom I'll spend countless hours. 

Coming back to the present, I can't accompany them on this journey because I've two exhibitions coming up at school, all of my students have requested my management to not let me go until the exhibition is done so I've to wait; also that since now Titus has used my expenses to sort out other matters, I'd have to wait yet another two months for me to take off. For the two months, I'd have no work and I'll dearly miss my son when I paint and sketch. I hug him tight before they walk past the security check, when we let go, he tells me just one thing which actually fills up my eyes,

"When you come, bring everything, and once you come you've to draw me a 1000 pictures and I'll take all of that to school and show my new friends." 

Outside the airport, I see a plane take off and like how I used to think many times before, I think that's their plane and wave whereas they're plane may not still be racing down the runway.