The Ticket

jmh"Please send this ticket to xxxxxxx, Melaka Raya"

I left the travel agent and head home to pack my stuffs. I took my passport and luggage, went downstairs and I was on the way to the airport. I check in and had coffee at a cafe in the terminal. At the sip of the caffeine-drink, I thought to myself, am I really right to be where I am now? I had signed the divorce letter just last week and now I'm in the airport waiting to fly off to Perth.

Well, if you think you are not in the right route, it is better to end it now than later. That's my philosophy though. Then the last call woke me up. I quickly run to my departure gate. I just wish the seat next to mine is empty. I opened the newspaper and looked at it blankly. I was reading line by line but nothing seemed to go into my brains.

Good enough, the seat was empty. I put my bags on the next seat, put on my earphone and started listening to the songs. At that moment I was thinking whether he will come over, when will he come? Do I have to wait forever? Thank god i brought a book, I know it's going to be a long and boring 5 hour flight.

When I arrived at the airport, I checked into Burswood Hotel. I opened the curtains to find the greatest view of the golf course. I have actually checked on my mobile phone almost a thousand times since I arrived.

These few days here, I have been so relaxed. I have no worries and my mind was for once free of thoughts. It has been such a long time since I came to Perth. It almost 10 years since I graduated. Not much changes though. Fremantle's seafood chowder tasted the same. The oysters were fresh as always. Nice nice place.

I have been here for the past 5 days, still no sign of him. Well, I have actually bought him a ticket to come see me. Well, at least he should have the courtesy to call and let me know if he is not coming over. At around 7pm, while I was in the bathroom taking my bath, I heard my phone rang. i quickly grabbed the towel and ran out. I answered, but the caller had hung up. Oh god, damn. Who is he? Is it him? Should I call him? When is he going to call back?

Suddenly the message beep prompted. I recalled the voice message which went...

'Hi, it's me, can you call me back? I don't know what you mean?"

Don't know what I meant? What else can you do with a flight ticket? Do you think I buy it for fun? Should I return his call? I thought I might as well send him an sms.

'hi, nice to finally get your call. I will be waiting for you in King's Park, at the big clock. 4pm where all the parrots are.'

Wow, right after that I off my phone. I wanted to make this more exciting.