72. DisIsMySecondCard

Farid's eyes was still on her,
even though he know that she can not see him,
but the thought is there.
The hope,
Finished stuffing her baggage,
she stood on the side of her father's car.
leaning on to the car's door.
looking into farid's direction.
In the dim of the light from that distance
its definitely imposible to differentiate
a man from an ape, Farid knows this,
but he allows his heart to feel happy cause
she does looked into his direction. Sepi...
Felt like she's looking at him. Sunyi...
The car stopped awaiting the other car infront moves.
And that was the last time he's seing her...

'hari ni kan bos, ujan laaaa, punya la lebat.
bos balik mana? ooo kl kaa.. saya dulu duk kl jugak
bawak taxi sat...'
bable the taxi driver. farid just answered shortly
in every question and story the taxi driver throw.
so short that sometime its just a sound made by
air flowing out of the nose.
'hmm' all the way,
only the intonation changed.

but it was not like that when he was with her,
she was simply intelligent and so does the
conversation she delivers.
Not a wonder considering their background,
no moment of silent ever occured.
If it was a badminton match,
the rally of the shuttlecocks one side to the other
just goes on and on from the first serve.
Non stop till the empire calls the match off
with an even score.
The exausted mask fade away,
smiles shone the dark and laughter broke the silence.
it was just like they were 18 again.
(Farid is 36 and she was late 20's)
'dipersilakan untuk penumpang dari tempat duduk 40 menaiki pesawat sekarang'
'Well i guess thats our call, since our seat is not dat near, i guess its good bye then'
said farid fishing...
'yes.. how time flies ha? i wish the flight got
delayed or something.. but i guess we're not
that lucky arent we'
she replies showing her sadness.
'Can i.. can i contact u in any way, fon number or e mail maybe?'
Requested Farid taking out his phone,
It was a long shot... but still it was worth the embarassment.

'aaa... ok, but aaa.. eheh, have to inform u dattaaa..'
elongated pronunciation.
a three seconds pause and a sort of guilty smile,
'i'm married' she said with a slight regret,
showing the wedding ring at her finger.
'and? so do i' farid blurted out things just to get even.
'its not like i wanna cheat my wife with u or anything...
to get acquainted with a wonderful person like u would
be an honour, even felt lucky'
'Am i? now i know u are trying to be nice u sweet talker..'
'no... its true, when else can i meet a doctor-to-be who got
a scholarship from Cairo just to ...bla bla bla... '

and they kept on chatting away to their seat
about her husband,
about his wife and the four askar
about her family,
about his son who also might wanna be a doctor

and by that farid forgotten his mision.
To get her mail address.
There u go pocket, another piece of the story.
n here i'm putting the 'coma' mark again.

Always respect woman who admit dat she's
married.cause we men sometimes does not.
But then again relationship does not have to be
forgotten just because of the wedlock.
Cause there's so much more then being a friend and
then love and then getting married.
Which for married couple would be getting married
again secretly.

For those who's unavailable out there...
do u announce your status whenever being asked
for your number?