Days blend into weeks, and weeks into months. The first month felt hard to get through. Creating a sense of togetherness through a screen turned out to be insufficient. It only increased the longing even more.
"Where are you going?" I frowned when he called at dawn, seemingly on the road. He was in a car, sitting in the passenger seat.
My phone showed 4:35 AM WIB. That means it's 5:35 there. Where is he going this early in the morning?
"To pick you up, honey," he replied cheerfully. Someone sitting in the driver's seat cleared their throat deliberately.
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Why wasn't there any plan?"
"There was, you just didn't know."
"Ugh, you didn't tell me."
He laughed.
"Really, honey!" I asked firmly, seeking assurance.
"Yes, really, dear. I never lie to you. I'm heading to
