Talked to Mom on the phone for less than three minutes early Sunday morning. With her co
nfident tone thickly covered in her Sibolgan accent, spoke cheerfully about her routine swim on the Ujung Sibolga beach a couple of hours earlier, Nenny took double shift at work, and some small updates on everyone.
'And how are you doing?'
I helplessly cupped my yawning mouth, chuckled. 'Oh, you're still in bed,' she responded, 'well, just take a good care of yourself, son.' She hung up after she heard my you, too.
I had not taken much hours for sleep in the last week so I said to myself that I'm gonna take a long guilty sleep that day. I laid on the bed for more long minutes without any succeed. The daylight crawled into the thin skin of the blinds, the thud noise from the small path behind the wall, the continuos hum from the water pump downstair, and, the trails of thoughts that kept on making a slide of annoyance on my mind put me in a dead-end surrender.
Then came the rude, forced, hurried knock. Once. I jumped up out of the bed, wait a minute! Only to find whoever it was, he's gone and surely has such great sense of humor. I took my lazy shower--wonder why it takes forever to get the hot stream--and went downstairs.
The Sunday's gone, just like that.
