Days without you

Untitled Part 8: The Request

Day 08

8th May 2024, Wednesday

Time check: 05:46hrs

He's taking longer than expected. Still no update, no blue tick, nothing. I proceed with my shower and getting ready for work. "Babe, where are you? Are you okay?" I wonder aloud.

Time check: 05:57hrs.

I step out of the washroom and hear his text coming in. I'm excited, but at the same time, a little upset. I shouldn't be upset; I should be thankful that he's safe. Not sure what's holding him back, but hmm...

"Babe, don't tell me you've been waiting for me," he texts.

"Seriously, Tristan. You know this isn't funny, right? How can I even sleep when I hear about emergencies happening to you? What do you think I am? I can't simply close my eyes. I have to make sure you're safe and sound."

I'm followed by his usual morning greetings. Then, he explains that his Wi-Fi subscription expired. He got back at 04:00hrs, and I hadn't even fallen asleep yet, patiently waiting for him.

"Well, babe, I don't know why you keep doing this to me. Is it too hard for you to text and update me, babe? Is it really that difficult for you? I'm not asking for much, babe. Please understand that we're not near each other, and on top of that, you're not feeling well and have to drive back for 3 hours all by yourself. Would it have been fair for me to just close my eyes and sleep while you were all alone and unwell? What kind of fiancé would I be, babe? Why can't you just understand my feelings? Maybe if it were you, you'd just sleep and not even bother about me at all."

"Now, you're even starting to cough. See, you're making me even more worried. How can you do this to me, babe? Please stop putting me through this. I'm just begging you."

I just wish I could be there, nursing and caring for you. It hurts me so badly, and I feel so helpless and useless. Later, I find out that you need to go for an x-ray just to make sure you didn't inhale too much smoke during the incident. Hey, I know that feeling, okay? It's terrible, you know? It really makes you choke. I still remember the incident last month in my kitchen, and I was telling you about it. You were nagging and worrying about me non-stop, even nagging about why I didn't go to the ER for treatment.

If you can be worried or mad at me, why can't I? Isn't it a sign of our concern for each other? Or do I not have the right to feel that way towards you? Am I too much for you, babe?

I was making my way to work while we were still texting. Well, if you've given me the authorization and license to call you anytime, I need or want, the same goes for you. Don't make me pull back or even revoke your license. I guess neither of us is used to it yet, and we're more comfortable seeking permission before we call, apart from our usual routine timing. Maybe both of us have the same thinking that a call might disrupt whatever we're doing at the moment, or it's just not the right timing. Well, I don't know.

We talked for a moment as I made my journey to the office. After so many days, I finally heard this man's voice over the phone. Oh, how much I missed his voice. We spoke for an hour, and after that, I was bargaining with him to go to bed. But my man here is being stubborn, not wanting to. He knows I wouldn't send my voice singing him a lullaby. My voice is precious, he knows that clearly. That's silly of me.

We ended our call at 08:05hrs, just as I stepped my foot in the office. Then we continued texting for a while. Sometimes, this guy here is just asking for a knock on his head. He dares to ignore my messages or calls. I'll definitely declare World War 3, I told him. He said he can ignore other sounds, but when my chime comes in, he can't ignore it. Okay, then!

"Finally, goodnight my love! See you again soon!" I ended up staying up the whole night and didn't get even an hour, minute, or second of sleep. I hope I'll be okay and manage to pull through the whole nine hours here in the quiet office.

Yours Truly,

Thea, 09:45hrs