Upon arriving at his hometown I called him. I have always loved Melaka, even way before I knew him. I loved the olden days stuffs. Not to say i can afford all those antiques, but I just love them. All I can do is look. Being in a historical state really makes me feel more alive. Do I really belong here? Am I meant to be here?
Me - Hey, I'm here. Where are you?
He - I'm drinking with the guys. Come join us.
Me - I don't think so. You guys go ahead, I will wait for you at home
He - Why not? Come over. It's just us.
Me - No, I think it's kind of not convenient for me to be there. Then they will restrict their talks. I will wait for you, meanwhile I go out with your mum.
He - It's okay, just come, I want to see you.
That is why I always love him. He always make me feel important, feel wanted. Without much hesistation, I drove straight to the cafe. When he saw me, he came over to me and gave me a hug. I kissed him back. Then we talked a while.
After that, my phone rang. It was aunty (his mum). She asked me where was I and was concerned why I was still not there. She was worried. I told her I was held back by her precious son. She asked if I wanted to go jogging with her. I looked at Harry, he shook his head. I was surprised, as he always loved it when I go out with his mum. I still remember him telling me it would be nice if I accompany his mum for her daily routine walk up the hill. He added that I might loose to his mum if we race up the hill. He loves his mum that I sometimes get jealous. But I understand the fact that no one can substitute a mother.
Anyway, I told aunty that I can't join her as we had something on, but we will join her for dinner. After hanging up, I asked Harry why. He said it has been a week since he saw me, he wanted to spend more time with me. So sweet, I thought. It was really difficult to live so far apart. Actually to think of it, it isn't really that far after all, but sometimes when you are in love, even if you live next to each other, it seemed like it's million miles away.
I just love him.
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