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“Hey! It’s you. Yes I do remember
you. Wow it has been so many years. How have you been doing?” I said.
“I’m good. How have you been? I
saw you from a distance just now but wasn’t
sure if I should come and talk to you. I don’t know why but I just felt
like saying hi to you.” She said.
“Haha come on it’s great that you came on spoke to me. I am doing
great. Just wait a moment here, I want
to introduce you to someone.” I said.
While she took a seat at the
bench, I quickly went to the playground and brought my daughter to introduce to
here.
“Girl, say hello to this aunty. She is appa’s very good friend for many years.” I said.
“Hi Aunty.” She said while hiding herself near my legs.
My girl becomes a little shy when
she meets someone new but when she gets comfortable with you, she will have
endless stories to tell you.
“Hi there little one.” She said.
“You’ve got a daughter? I
think I should get going first. It’s been nice seeing you but I should leave.” She said in a
hurry tone.
“Wait why? It’s great seeing you after so many years. Let’s catch up over brunch tomorrow.
For old time’s sake? Come on.” I persuaded her.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I
should be doing this. Maybe I shouldn’t have come and spoken to you.”
She said.
“Just one cup of coffee, 30
minutes and if you don’t like you can go. It will be a little nice to talk to
you again.” I said.
“Erm, okay. I will see you tomorrow.” She said.
“I will text you the place. Let’s say 11 a.m. tomorrow. Still the same number right.” I
said.
“Yeah the same number. You still
kept my number?” She asked.
“It’s no longer in my phone, but
I remember it by heart. I’ll text you. See ya tomorrow.” I said.
Once again we parted ways but
this time I knew I will see her
tomorrow.
After preparing dinner for my
girl, I felt a little confused about meeting her tomorrow. My wife knew everything about her before we got into a relationship.
Yet somehow seeing her tomorrow made me feel
a little guilty in some way I couldn’t understand.
One side it’s me, another side I
was worried if she should come and see
me. Would her spouse be okay with the fact she is meeting me. Especially
because I insisted her to come. I took my phone and texted her the details for
tomorrow. As much as I wanted to see her tomorrow, if she would reply me she isn’t coming, I told myself I wouldn’t force
it anymore.
“Ok.” She replied.
The next day, I was there 30
minutes earlier then the time I was supposed to meet her up. I’m some who likes
to be punctual and knowing it was seeing her, I was there a little earlier.
Dressed in a blue shirt, with my
sleeves folded up and black jeans, I waited for her at the café. Then she came,
10 minutes earlier as well. She wore a red blouse and with a smile on her and that look hit me hard about how much I’ve
missed that smile. She looked as
amazing as how the first time I saw her 20 years ago.
“Hey you are early.” I said.
“Yeah I didn’t want to be late. Knew
you would come early as well.” She said.
We proceed to order our food and
carried on speaking about our good times in university. Reminiscing those beautiful memories made the both of us smile.
What was supposed to be a 30 minutes meet up has now dragged on to an hour
already.
“So tell me about her. How did
you meet your wife?” She asked hesitantly.
“I met her about 3 years after
that night in Penang. Got to know her through a mutual friend and she is a doctor. We hit off very well
with one another. We got into a
relationship within 6 months. I knew she was the one and I proposed to
her.” I said.
“Things were great but since the both of us had very odd working hours,
we could hardly meet up for dinner or anything, so we decided to move in together. Perhaps that was the best
decision we made. We grew to love each
other better with that.” I said.
“7 years ago we tied the knot
with the blessing from our families and 2
years later we had our only girl. Life was so complete with the both of
them.” I said.
“Wow that really nice. I’m sure
she looks amazing. By the way, does she knows about me? Did you tell her
today you are seeing me?” She asked.
“Owh yes she knows about you.
I told her the full story about me and you. From being in university up to that
night in Penang. Yeah kinda knows about
today.” I said.
“Kinda?” She questioned.
“My wife passed away 3 years
ago. She is no longer with us but I somehow feels she knows whatever
happens with me. So yeah kinda.” I said.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. How
did it happen?” She asked as she hold my hand to console me.
“It was an accident. She wasn’t
working that night, but she got a call
from the hospital saying it was an emergency. She was already tired from a
long shift. She barely had any rest
and she had to run again when they called. She
was sleepy but she drove. It was a hit and run case. We don’t know who it
was. She went to save a life, but she
lost hers at the end.” I said.
While saying that, tears rolled down my cheeks. I have
grown to love my wife so much and I still can’t talk about what happened to her
without breaking down a little. She was
everything you ever needed in a spouse and honestly I am a little lost without
her by my side.
“I am sorry about asking it. I never expected that. Seeing you and your
daughter yesterday, I had no idea about
this.” She said.
“It’s Okay.” I said.
“So what about you? Are you
married?” I asked.
“I was.” She said.
“Was? Oh my god I am sorry. Don’t
tell me your husband passed away too?” I asked.
“Nope.” She said.
“I am sorry but I don’t really
get you.” I said.
“I am divorced.” She
said.
“I’m sorry. Was it another
abusive relationship?” I asked, fearing a repeat of her past.
“Nope he was not. In fact he was
actually a very nice and sweet guy.” She said.
“Sorry if I am crossing a line here, but why would you guy’s divorce then?” I asked.
“After what happened before, I
had a little phobia about love, relationships and marriage. I didn’t want
to get married, but you know how an
Indian family are right. The moment a girl
reaches 25 years old they will keep pressuring her to get married.” She
said.
“My parents kept forcing me into getting married. After a couple of years of emotionally
blackmailing me and pressuring, I finally gave in. They set me up with this
guy and we got married. He was a nice sweet guy, but he always held a distance from me physically. A year passed by and we
never got intimate with one another.” She said.
“One night while dinner, he told
me he wanted to get a divorce. He said things between us was never going to
work out. When I asked him why, he told me that just like me, he too was forced into marrying me.”
She said.
“The reason he was forced into marrying me was because his parents didn’t like the girl he was in
a relationship with. They forced him
to leave the girl and marry me. Under the same pressure as I was, he too
agreed to it.” She said.
“Although married to me, he
still couldn’t stop loving her and they continued seeing each other. That was the reason why he didn’t want
to get physical with me. He was in love
with her and not me. He could no longer lead this dual life and wanted to
get a divorce so that he could be with her.” She said.
“So I said okay. I too didn’t
want to get married, and by divorcing both of us would be able to be happy
so I did it. Ever since that, I’ve been
single and my parents too are no longer forcing me to do it.” She said.
“I really don’t know what to say. You
are of the most amazing person I know and it hurts to see you go through all
this.” I said.
“Let’s drop this topic and talk something else happy.” She
suggested.
I agreed and we continued
speaking about other stuff.
It has been 3 hours already. I
told her I’ve got to leave now because my daughter would be waiting for me to
pick her up from the baby sitter. Before we left, a crazy idea came through my mind.
“Hey before you go, there is
something I wanted to tell you.” I said.
“Tell me.” She said while smiling.
“As crazy as this sounds, I want
you to be in my life. I’ve lost you twice in the last 20 years and I don’t
want to do it again. If only we got together 20 years ago, our life would have been very different. Seeing you yesterday, reminded me about how much I used to love
you and now yes I still love you. You
were my first real love and I will always love you.” I said.
“I’ve got an amazing daughter who will love you as much as I do. 20 years on I am asking you again to be my
girl. I love you ma, I love you and want you to be a part of us. It sounds
as crazy as it is, but I don’t see any reason why a single dad and a divorcee shouldn’t get together knowing they love
each other.” I said.
“You never told me, but I know
you love me. I can see it in your eyes. Back then since university to now,
I know you love me. You can deny it to me, but deep down you know it. Even
yesterday, when I introduced you my daughter, your face changed and you wanted to leave. You came and spoke to me
yesterday because you love me.” I said.
“You don’t have to tell me anything now. I will make dinner for the
three of us tomorrow night. If you
think, things between us are meant to be, then come over tomorrow night and
meet my daughter. The 3 of us would make a beautiful family. 20 years of this hide and seek game is
enough and we both know how it should end. We are meant to be together.
I’ll text you my address and the decision is yours” I said.
She just stood there absorbing
everything I said and left without saying a word. I guess she was overwhelmed
with everything I had just said. I had
no idea how I found the courage to do that, but I knew it was the right thing
to do.
The next day, I started preparing
for dinner since 4 in the evening for her. I had a list of menu ready for her and my daughter was there to help me out in
her own cute little way. During that time I was telling about what happened
yesterday and she too liked the idea of
having a mom at home again. That was all the more reasons for me to go
ahead with it.
I told her to come for dinner at
8 p.m. By 7 everything was almost ready. I just need to add the finishing touch
when she arrives and it will be perfect to serve. I texted her my address but she never said if she would come or
not.
I was nervous to know if she
would come. Twice in my life I missed out on her. Would third time be the charm or will I get strike out. It was 7.30
p.m. and the doorbell rang. I jumped
to the door hoping it would be her. I
opened the door and it was…..
*The End*
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