“I’m having the time of my life, I really am!”
she said so while giggling like a looney. I swear if anyone else heard it they would just assume she’s drunk. I wonder how she is, drunk?
“No, haha. No you can’t be serious,”
I scratched my not itchy nose, I really am lost for words. How could I return that laugh? There she is, miles away from where I am, not by our choice, the pandemic really forced us this way.
Oh, but could I really blamed this pandemic? I don’t think we would even talk if this pandemic did not force us to.
“But I am!! Don’t be skeptical about it, you haven’t even tried it.”
“Oh no princess, I don’t have to. And are you seriously still eating those spicy macaronis now, just to keep yourself awake?”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Normal people would chose coffee to spend their night with. It taste good, it’s warm, and definitely keeps you awake. Then this silly sweet sundae of a person decided macaroni was going to do all three of that job? Speechless I am.
“Okay, okay. It’s not warm and it tastes good, for the right amount anyway. But it does keeps you awake? That’s the main job description,”
I somehow managed to imagine that. Long curly hair, no doubt it’s messy and got tangled up with each other right now. Sitting crossed leg on the bed, then sometimes laying on the stomach, phone on her hand, pressed to her ear. Munching and making a very clear sound of those macaroni being crushed to pieces on her mouth, then quickly shot up a glass of water. Or milk.
Then saying these words,
“What about you? What keeps you awake tonight?”
Easy.
“You,” silence, as I switch my phone to the other ear.
“Is it water? Cold water? Warm water? What are you drinking?”
“Milk, white.”
Ah. Milk it is then. The picture on my mind completed.
“Yep, warm too, well I did put in around 10 minutes in the fridge,”
“And here I was, not asleep because of you, but you on the other hand, not asleep because of spicy macaronis.”
Then it was a laugh. Small, like a series of chuckles. Though I’m sure this one is a laughter, I can imagine so.
“Your wrong assumption would be the death of you, my love!”
She said the last part mockingly. I like how that sound, sarcastic, but hopefully genuine.
“I am currently still eating spicy macaronis, so I could stay awake. so I could talk to you,”
And before she could even finish I cut her off.
“So we’re speaking until you finish them all then? Then please eat it one by one, for a longer time. Tell me how many macaronis do we got left?”
Laughter, now this one is definitely a laughter as people would say so.
“If I finished this one…I would open up another batch of spicy macaronis! I think I have ten more or so,”
She said so excitedly, making me worried she would really do finish all of that. Wait, does that mean she really loves macaronis or does she loves me?
“How could I put you through that? Then I’m afraid I must end this one now. What would I do if you really decided to end yourself with spicy macaronis? At least you should make better headline for you local news.”
“That is actually the sweetest thing, even when it taste very spicy in my mouth now.”
I can hear her gulped down another amount of drink. It’s milk, white milk.
“Promise me you would run to where I am after all of this.”
Without hesitation, I answered.
“Promised,”
“Wait, no. Scratch that. Just run towards me,”
“Why?”
“Because I want to run to you too. I promised, after all of this, I would run towards you.”
The End
