It was a really long day - hectic day at work followed by a somewhat dreary MBA class from 7pm to 10pm. My last module of MBA is held in the centre's brand new premises - all the way in ulu Bukit Merah. Gosh! Getting there was breezy. BUT, when lessons finished at 10pm sharp, and I rushed off to catch a cab at the main road (Hubby's away for work), it was the most tortuous 45 minutes of standing by a quiet and lonesome road, having my eyes blinded by incessant oncoming glaring headlights of all kinds of vehicles except for empty cabs. So, instead of waiting foolishly, I decided to call for a cab. And to think that 2 cabs assigned to me dashed off into the darkness because they could not find me in that remote ulu area. The third cab came finally at 10.45pm. I was on the verge of tears and tremendous frustration.
I got into the cab and immediately called Hubby who was overseas, sobbing quietly out my frustrations. I know it all sounded really trivial now, but I felt like being dunked into a deep, dark abyss filled with vicious, embittered mud at that point of time, having stood like a foolish statue for 45 minutes.
Surprisingly, Hubby was very understanding (not his usual reaction to these typical outbursts of mine!). And after ranting and raving on to his listening ears, I felt a load off my shoulders, visibly lightening my anger. Thank you, Hubby.
Upon reaching home, I dragged my still heavy heart and feet back up the flat. And when Mom opened the door to the flat, I saw a pair of large angelic eyes peering at me, and then a wide grin ensued. Little bee’s still awake! The final vestiges of my odious aggravation dissipated, melted, vanished as I carried little bee into my arms, playing with her, hearing her chuckle gently, feeling her soft fingers poking my face tenderly yet playfully.
Home – what a warm and wonderful place indeed.
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