Flying Saucer

Note: Acknowledging ManagerP for the catchy title :)

If you read my previous post before, you would have known that 2 months have passed since then. Now is the time, more than ever, to share with you all what is bound to happen very soon that would take away my happiness and joy. Truth is, Saucer is my happiness and joy. Looking forward to meet him after work is one of the little joys that I embrace daily, just for me to vent out my dissatisfactions of the day, or to announce my good news (if any) or just to share a plate of rice for dinner when I'm not hungry. It has been more than 2 years now and I would be lying if I say I never took him for granted. Because I did. Many times. Only because he's around whenever I'm upset- like that time when I needed a hand with my dying car, and that night when I wanted so badly to pump petrol before the fuel hike even if it meant queuing up for hours, and most definitely when I'm sick. Even in the middle of the night, if I feel unwell and wanted to see a doctor, all I had to do was ask. All these and many other little things made me realize that Saucer has been a big part of my life and sometimes, I take for granted that he will be around whatever happens. Indeed, I was ungrateful. And now, I have to pay the price. Saucer is going away for his new job in another state. When I heard that news, it took me a few days to completely comprehend the extent of the situation. In fact, I didn't want to stomach it at all. I was selfish at one point, only to realize that I was actually childish. Eventually, I gave in and embraced. There was really nothing much to be done except that. I have to be happy for him because he finally found what he was looking for, his calling. I have to force out a smile whenever he talks so excitedly about his new job just so he knows how happy I am for him, while ignoring the feeling of a deep cut down in my heart. It's for the best, he always said. I just nodded and smiled again, thinking of the times we went for weekday movies, which would not be possible anymore. And the times we argued extensively over the smallest matter, just so I could get him to persuade me afterwards. After this, there would be no more petty arguments, because the time we spend together would be so limited to be wasted on things as such. There would be no more of me complaining incessantly whenever he's late, because, again, time is precious.

And there would be no one sharing a plate of rice with me.