She paced heavily. She almost running because the was only one hour left. She cursed the flight delay in silent. Of only she could drive the plane herself, she would. In a time like this, 5 minutes late meant a whole world to her. A whole world.
She almost cried when she saw the long line just to get the red book stamped. She felt like begging the elders in front of her to let her pass or the couple in front of them which she believed were in a hurry and argued about little things. She swore that sje would never wasted her time arguing about little things when there were much bigger things to talk about, dreams to share. She waited patiently for her time to come-for her passport to get stamped.
She was almost running now to collect the luggage. Her phone died, made it impossible to listen his voice earlier than she expected to. While putting her luggage on the trolley, her eyes was all watery and red. The little girl beside her who carried her little backpack smiled doubtly at her. She replied that smile and asked her name. Mabel. That was a beautiful name. She waived goodbye to the little girl and pushed her trolley as fast as she could. It seemed like forever to reach arrival hall.
..... and there he was standing, wearing the white shirt she bought him last month with a goofy smile on his face. The kind of smile she could only see when both of them were around. Tears were strolling down her cheeks by then. She was an hour late. That meant an hour worth of conversation and laughter and lessen the emptiness she felt for almost a month.
They spent the next 45 minutes chatting and laughing. He had this way of making funny stupid jokes that you couldn't not to laugh. Then the final call for him to board were announced. He winked at her said they would be seeing each other again. She offered her smile and nodded. He then kissed her forehead and left. She would hold to the goofy smile until his return.
Time, fly fast.
God, take care of him whereever he is.
