Bye to Lover

When we decided that we would go to Qatar, it was also decided that we will all go together, the whole family. This is first of all because the company that my lover is working for encourage their expatriates comrades to come as a family and they will do the visa for the whole family even when you do not possess an RP or you are not confirm. We knew that it would be tough for us to go together in a sense that we wouldn't have a car immediately, the house is not permanent, we do not have basic home stuff and all the things that we have been comfortable with all this while like toilet brush for instance. Yeah we don't have that immediately. And I hate it when I don't have toilet brush.

There were a few guys who were "wifeless" because the wife choose to come later or because they do not want to come at all. Well they are grown ups, sure. They know where to get their dinner. Some of them can cook. But look at their cooking. Even when they claim it's good, I still think it doesn't pass most wives standard. (I thinklah). Or when you see them do takeaways..awww..I feel so pity for them. I don't know why. Perhaps because I see eating from styrofoam is something sad? When I go to their houses, I can see the absence of feminine touch. Am not even talking about flowers or paintings. But soem of them rarely sweep not to mention mop. Even when they do sweep, it's always at strategic places. They always miss spots. I am so pompuan kan? No lah actually I am a perfectionist. I look at these things een though I am a lazy wife.

And then and then even when they do eat well, iron their clothes, use soap during shower and occassionally eat vegetables and fruits, there is still something missing. Something not there. Like they are not content. Could it be the lack of sex? My theory is, it is.

But then I am only telling you what I observe in the eye of a domestic Goddess. I don't know how they feel. Anyone who will be going on a solo journey leaving the wife behind can tell a better story and the actual truth of the life of being wifeless.

Worst still when you are in a country like Q@tar where most people come as a family, they don't have many friends that they can talk to everyday. This will be compensated, I suppose, during the weekends where golf and tennis and squash or eating at pot lucks take place.

After two months staying in Q@tar, who would have thought that in the end I still have to bid goodbye to my lover. He left for Q@tar today after he exhausted his compassionate leave. He wasn't even elligible for leave actually.

I stayed on because I feel that I should be there for my dad at least? Until when? I don't know. Time will tell.

My lover just wishes it is sooner than later.

When I got back to the hospital, I went to see my mum. I hold her arm and rubbed it as I whispered what I did today. I told her that I had to drive with the three kids in the car from KLIA to Muar. Thank goodness JackJack was not acting up. Then I felt her limbs moved a bit. Not once but twice.

My dad had similar stories. My dad said she looked like she wanted to cry when he touched her.

I see hope. I feel hope. Hope gives me strength.

To Bear and Bert, I can never thank you enough for taking your tiime to come and visit my mum today. Indeed today I am in jovial mood seeing her progress and I am glad that you get to witness our better days.