Musings

Sorry

*toot toot*

He sighs frustratingly. This was his third call to her and she still hasn't picked up her phone while he is now swimming in pools of his own sweat. The moment he saw the disappointed look on her face, his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. And ever since then, he has been hlpeessly trying to remember what was he supposed to have on his finger.

'Uh..'

'Thank the Lord, you finally picked up your phone. 15 minutes have gone by since the show ended. Where have you been?'

'I know but ....'

'Do you have any idea how much worried I was? All these possible scenarios kept..'

'Hey, hey'

'..playing in mind. You getting hurt or falling or something other like that..'

'Look, nothing happened..'

'..You know I can't leave the studio without first knowing your well being..'

'......'

'And..'

'......'

'Hey,you still there?'

'I'm listening. Carry on'

He realized his mistake instantly. *Stupid me... stupid me*

'Sorry, sorry, sorry'

'For what?'

'For just exploding at you like that..'

'Its okay..'

'And not giving you a chance to explain..'

'Its fine..'

'...why you were late to pick up my calls.. I'm sure you had a valid reason..'

'......'

'for not.... Wait... I'm doing it again right? Uggggh, sorryyyy'

'Haha, you are too cute for your own good'

*Grunts*

'To answer your question, I'm perfectly fine. I was just stopped by some fans for selfies and autographs and one picture turned into two.. And you know the drill'

'Uhh.. uhh'

'Speaking of fine, how are you?'

'Jhaodnoajsibshg'

'Why was that?'

'What did I forget?'

'Uh?'

'I am asking, what did I forget?'

'Forget what?'

'Come on. You know it really well that when it comes to you I make sure of everything. Make sure that I remember everything. And no matter how much I try, I can't for the love of God remember what was I supposed to wear.... And it is making me feel so so bad..'

'Look.. Take a deep breath '

'But you understand my situation right? I have barley been getting any sleep these days with all these TVC's and photoshoots and guestings that need to be taken care of. Then the daily stint at EB. On top of all of that, I still have finishing touches to do to the book... '

'Huayyy..'

' And maybe in all of this I forgot what you said. But believe my when I say it, that it was not my intention to do so'

'Hhhhheeeeeelllllllloooooo'

'Huh??? Oh.. my bad... I got carried away again...Sorry, sorry But you see..'

'No, you better listen to me first'

'Uggghh.. Yes I'm listening '

'Good, now be a good boy and take a deep deep breath '

*Breaths*

'Again'

*Deep breath*

' Well done.. And to put you up at ease, you are all riled up for nothing'

'Wait... what?'

'I was just messing up with you'

'What do you mean BY MESSING UP WITH ME??????'

*In a small voice*
'I was just getting back at you for what you did to me yesterday. I didn't know you were going to take it to heart'

*Then he remembers their last night shoot. He kept worrying her by continuously coughing. In his defence, not all of them were fake. But he loved the feeling he gets whenever she begins to fuss over him. And he just wanted to keep feeling that'

'I'm really sorry.. I was just kidding around with you. Sorry if I worried you to death'

And he can't help but stop his heart from swelling up with all these emotions.

Relief that he didn't forget anything.

Happiness that even though he was the first one who started all this ruckus, she was busy apologizing.

Gratefulness for being gifted with such a precious lady even though he didn't deserve her at all.

'Its really fine. I should be the one saying sorry you know..'

'Well you don't have to, considering that in our 1.5 minute call , you have said it 7 times already '

'What? You were counting?' *only her, he thinks.. only she can do this*

'What else was I supposed to do while you were busy fuming up like a hot air balloon'

'Sorry'

'8th time'

'Wait.. no.. Whaaaaat??? Ha-ha.. S... '

'I swear, if you say it again, I'm going to hang up on you'

'Sorry' *teasingly*

'My hand is on the pretty little red button '

'Okay.. Okay..'

'Good boy'

'Hey...'

'Ya?'

' Is it too late now to say sorryyyy...'

*Toot..toot*

And just like that he explodes into fits of laughter, earning him a knowing glance from the staff going about thier stuff. He ducks his head, but fails to control his smile. He hastily begins to pick up his belongings and makes his way to the exit

Someone needs to be fed a big bowl of ice cream. And he is willing to be the one.