the long wait home

Yesterday, he did it again.

I was waiting for him yesterday and he didn’t come. This is the second time he left me waiting for nothing, without notice, without reason. The hot afternoon sun was starting to set in the west. In just a few minutes it will be dark. He promised to come and meet me, take me somewhere where my heart is but I guess he was too preoccupied with something else that he totally forgot about me.

Never mind that I was profusely sweating, waiting there for almost an hour, craning my neck looking at the end of the road of the sign of him. Being so disappointed to know that the traffic light on the other end has turned red and no sign of him still.

What happened? These past months, our relationship has greatly improved from good to better. He was keeping his promise every single day, coming on time, taking me home. What made yesterday unique enough for things to mess up?

He promised if he could not come, he will send backups so that I will not be alone. But the backups did not even show up too.

The discomfort factor (read: humidity reaching to peak levels plus nearing 40C temperature) was slowly killing me but my hopes was still up that at least he’ll come before I die…hahaha. Great expectations will only lead to magnanimous disappointment! I should have known better.

As it started to get dark, I hear a familiar sound. A car was honking, blinking its indicators and driver waving at me. I stepped in, sqeezing myself against all the others inside her car and closed my eyes feeling the great relief that airconditioned box gave. A very generous female friend V came to fetch me from the bus station I was standing for more than an hour in the hot summer sun.

Dubai’s buses sucked big time, again. 

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