This is a picture I found on FaceBook, taken by someone I don't know but what can I say, it is the best picture taken of the night I left Brunei. My dearest daddy was standing behind me! Note I still had short hair then, now it's shoulder-length.
Here is a little something I wrote a while ago, of the day I left Brunei but from my friend's point of view. Experimenting with role-play writing, something I want to do for a long time. Here goes!
You told me long ago, "I will leave here someday". You told me over and over again over the years but I never believe the day will come.
Now you stood there, the departure gate behind you. Is that regret in your body language, is that tears shining in your eyes? Is it sadness I am feeling, because you are leaving me, as you always say you would?
You hold the hand of a fellow friend following the same path as you, and you smiled widely. The other hand you raise it to the air, and you said in the hyper voice unique to you: "People! I'll be back! Wait for me, yo!"
The crowd around me erupted: the friends you accumulate over the years. Several wept. Several put on brave faces, determined not to cry. I cupped my hands around my mouth and screamed, "Remember what you just said!"
You grinned one last time at us, and led your weeping partner-in-crime through the door. From behind the translucent door we watched the silhouette that is you gradually fade from sight. Your friends stood looking at the departure gate, disbelief on their face. Like me, they never expect you to go.
They slowly left, huddling in groups, comforting each others' loss. But nobody can understand that my loss is greater than theirs, my sorrow beyond describing. Your two best pals came up to me, trying to console me. He pat me on the back, his eyes down on the floor, hiding his emotion; she looked up at me through teary eyes, holding my hand.
Two days later, my mobile phone rang at a very unsocialised hour. Sleepily, I grabbed the phone and without looking at the caller, picked up the call. "Hello?" I said groggily.
"Guess who this is!" A loud hyper voice pierce my ears. Who else could it be? You. A slow smile spread over my face as I sat up in bed, suddenly refreshed.
"What's up?"
Parts of it is imaginative! So where was I in the story? Calmly making my way to UK...yeah, kinda void of tears. In fact, a little too calm...hahaha.
