saya sayang kamoo (part 1)

I don’t remember when the last time I got phone call by him

I don’t remember when the last time his name appeared in my call received list.

I don’t remember the feeling of getting this nervous feeling when he called.

I don’t remember when is the last time we having phone call conversation without any fight.

I don’t remember it at all.

I don’t think that he ever know or notice about this.

Everything is change when I’m with him.

I’m no longer a mobile phone addict. I can just leave my phone nowadays.

I even put in on ringing tone mode.

(It is something that I will never do before)

With him, I was thought to respect time and money.

But late in this evening today, while I’m taking in all the dry laundry at the downstairs balcony, I was surprised.

My one and only sister run towards me with my mobile phone, saying that I got a phone call. There’s nothing on my mind. Maybe mom or dad wants to remind me about the dry laundry or dinner or anything.

My heart beating fast and my mind get curious.

It’s him!!!

My brain works ten times harder than usual in those 2 seconds.

“What did I do wrong this time?”

“Is he okay? Is he involved in any accident?”

“Is there any important thing or news he wants to tell me?”

“Are we going to have another issue?’’

(Told you, everything should be fact stuff or important stuff)

However, of course, I’m still answering the phone call.

I try to speak as soft as possible and avoiding something that might cross the line.

I really don’t want to hurt him, me or anybody again this time.

It surprised me when I look at the call timer.

More than 5 minutes and the aura are still in the normal mode.

I got this some weird feeling, where the aura feels so nice and warmth.



I’m nervous.

I’m happy.

I’m curious.

And I feel everything.

I kind of like this feeling actually.

Just like before we end up in some complicated situation.



The phone call conversation end nicely.

Even without those smoochies moochies kisses like in our early stage of relationship.

“I don’t mind~

I think we are too old for that habit.

(Even I miss it sometimes .... hahahhahaha)”

I’m so speechless over the situation. It’s like that I had been giving second chance to feel what I felt before. Is it a sign of something? I wonder.