TH3 Airport StORieS... (2)

After that day, the next date we meet each other is half year later. The same old airport, KLIA, the place where he had to let go his hand off mine. I couldn't sleep the night before, thinking and wondering, recollecting the feelings of his grip again. Wondering whether the gap of half a year of separation has made him different at all. Thinking if he is still as warm as he used to be .. It was like my first date with him again, feeling anxious yet excited.


4/2/08, the second day,

The day which I had been awaited for very long time.

The morning bird chirps and I woke up in a sudden. Gosh! 4.30 am..and I still have not readied to welcome her to my house yet. Panic, nervous, all kinds of feelings in me as I knew that the arrival time had been advanced 1 hour earlier. Putting on my shirt with a white blazer, conveying a bouquet of rose on my hand, heading to Putrajaya Sentral, getting myself ready and perfect for my dearest girlfriend.


I was walking with my heartbeats pounding loudly ireegularly. All eyes were focused on me as I was holding a big bouquet of roses. Though it was not the time for me to feel shy. In fact, I was always smiling as I could feel her getting closer and closer..


I rushed to the arrival hall, impatiently waiting to surprise her. Another 12 mins.. I was starting to feel nervous, and uncomfortable too. I really don't know how should I react firstly. I have no idea, should I smile first then only approach her? Or should I immediately hug her when I see her? Or should I give her the flowers then pulling her near me? I started talking to myself, rehearsing my line in front of the glass.


It's time. 8.20 am, I saw her walking out from the gate, looking around for me. I slowly walked towards her, quietly, and trying to catch the glimpse of her eyes. When she finally eyeing me, immediately I hug her as tight as possible. Then, I could smell the familiar scent of her hair again. Yes, she is definitely my sweetheart. She is still mine.

This is the picture where we took from the airport outside. See my face so fat right? Ya, I just had the most blissful breakfast in my life. He actually cooked me a western meal, with roses on the table n all our photos hanging on the wall. Unfortunately, I was so regret that I forgot to take photos of his room. Maybe, I was too full of happiness. I was really too happy.
Then in the airport again where we were waiting for our next flight to Penang, we were just sitting on one of the benches there. We were just talking, seeing people around us, and yet his hand will never fail to hold on me. Even though with sweaty palms, his grip will never loose its firmness. However, I admit, this was my 1st experience, even with just holding hands, I can feel what he was thinking, what he was trying to tell me, and what he was feeling. I am so glad, that I am back to him again...

(to be continued)