Our Love Among Corona

Silky Cashmere Shirt At Airport

The night was short and I did not know the word agreement. I wish there was an extra time when we were just the two of us. But I know it's impossible. It was 3am when we both couldn't sleep at all. I lay my head on his lap. She's been crying a lot tonight. Saddened by the farewell he had imagined.

"Would we sleep? It's only a few hours and we have to go to the airport after that" I said gently.

"What can you sleep for?" tanyakanya.

"I'm not sure" I replied.

"So she said she wanted to wear nail polish. So no?" he remembers at a time like this.

"Yes, but lazy" I replied without moving on his lap.

"Here I'm the one that's tintin".

"What can you do?" I can't believe he can dye his nails.

He got out of bed and walked around looking for a make up box. Most of the stuff I've been packing in order not to rush. She knew very well where I put my make-up bag.

"What color do you want?" ask again.

"Pink" I reply quickly.

He returned to the bed, complete with cotton. Smell at my face and then start coloring my nails one by one. In disbelief saw he could do it so neatly. Even tidier than I did.

"I will repeat twice and later will be much better results" he said again.

I shook my head as if I couldn't believe it. What the hell he can't do, I thought. He can cook well, clean the house, wash cloth, dry, wash dishes and others. Luky is a dream man. My eyes are getting sleepy. Luky held my hand and placed my palm over his palm.

"Don't sleep, until it's dry. Otherwise, tomorrow will look ugly" I nodded with my eyes.

If I could hold my eyes before dawn, I would let him look back at his face. Tightly, with my hands constantly landing on his body. I fell asleep in his warm embrace. The most comfortable place in the world, is on his arm. It was a beautiful sleep, but also sad because it only lasted 3 hours.

We woke up in a staggered state. How the body still asks for a mattress. It's time to take a shower, continue packing and cleaning the house a little more before handing the key to the landlord. Alif arrived shortly afterwards. He said he wanted to take us to the airport and he helped us continue packing and cleaning the house.

"Oh ****!" Lucky exclaims. It made me and Alif surprised.

"What's happen?" my many.

"Honey, they canceled my flight" Luky said in a panic, calling someone. Maybe the airline to check the information.

Me and Alif can't do much. I was just trying to touch his shoulder. Fear of saying words because it can make him panic in this condition. Alif continued to keep some dishes inside the shelf. Collecting food in the refrigerator to take home to his apartment. Luky threw himself on the couch. Angry, sad, panicked, disappointed, all read from his face. I rubbed his head, still speechless.

"This is can't happen. Why?" He looks so frustrated.

"What did they say in your email?" my many.

"Covid, that's the reason" he said short.

"They didn't say when. They said they were looking for another schedule and no one picked up my phone".

I hugged her. Now, his anxiety and sadness are further justified. His premonition is strong. Because if the flight is canceled, it's very likely that he'll be stuck in Estonia, in a place that's not his country, and without me by his side. Almost 1 hour we were all in this vacillating condition. Related to our feelings and thoughts. However, we couldn't stay longer, having to say goodbye immediately to this apartment of ours. Time to move to the airport. The solution for Luky is to stay in the Alif apartment temporarily until getting the next flight schedule. I know it's hard for him of course. Moreover, I was not there when he experienced this.

"I believe the road will open soon. You'll be able to fly away soon" I clasped his hand tightly and kissed his cheek.

"I hope so too" he clasped my hand tightly.

My heart raced with the taxi that drove to the airport. I don't want to take off this hand. The closer I get to the airport, the closer I want to hold his hands and body. The airport is starting to look. I know it's time. Leaving on the jet plan, my heart thumped in the most painful sense. Luky accompanied me lined up in front of the check-in counter. While Alif is willing to take care of our other items in the airport waiting room.

The queue is quite long, although the airport is not as busy as usual. The news we heard, 2 passengers yesterday positive Corona at this airport. I thought, the people lining up might be among those who also have the uneasy feeling of flying in this condition, just like me. We completed the check-in process shortly thereafter. Luky did not let go of my hand. Only when he had to take the suitcase and put it on the scales, then let it run through the examination machine.

"We will be there soon. Wait for us" a message was written on my phone screen.

Alin also sends his picture with Manu in the car. I showed Luky a message.

"I don't think he's coming" Luky said.

"I also thought so, because he said he wasn't sure he could come" I added.

"Let's wait there with Alif" asked Luky. I nodded and followed him. He turned again towards me and kissed my lips.

"Where? safe?" alif asked as we approached him.

"Safe, I've checked in. Suitcases are also not overweight thankfully" I replied.

"Alin wants to come here too" Luky told Alif.

"Oh ok, I think only I can. Eh Vashla, Estonesia Team in the group. Say hello, they can't take you" Alif showed an HP screen to my face.

"Yes, from last night they told me" I said again.

Alif is busy with his HP. I saw Luky's eyes, now full of flashes of water again. I hugged her and I danced a little.

Kiss me and smile for me, hold me like you never let me go. Cause I'm living on the jet plan, don't know when I will be back again, oh beb I hate to go....

I sang softly in her ear and she cried sobbing in my arms. Perih, he let go of his embrace, and then removed the black Silky Cashmere shirt from his body. It was his favorite shirt, but why did he open it. Cold weather outside the airport. I haven't asked yet, he's putting his shirt on for me.

"Take this shirt, take it with you to Indonesia, and wear it when you miss. Wait for me there, on our wedding day" he said amid tears.

I hugged him and now I cry. My man's duhai, haru and pain ahead of this temporary separation. Why would my gut tell me this farewell would last so long.

and I don't know when I will be back again....