Hazia’s Reflections

I had a client treasure hunt launch event at 7.30am yesterday morning. I remember thinking what a drag that was as I had to wake early and go to work on a Saturday morning. Little did I guess the quick turn of events which made me hardly able to sleep instead.

After we finished at around 9.00am, I absent-mindedly took a cab to Bangsar Baru. It was very early. I had no idea where I was heading and what I was doing. All I knew was that I needed time and space to be alone to think.

I got down, paid the driver and started walking aimlessly along Telawi 2. I was still sweating from the launch. I continued all the way down the road to Bangsar Village and back again.

Then I saw my usual massage place and stepped in. They weren’t even open yet but amazingly, somebody had cancelled a 10.00am appointment with my favourite masseurs so I was asked to go back shortly. I went to Coffee Bean and grabbed a steaming cup of brew of the day. I quickly read and answered smses from my friends.

In fact, for the whole day, there were quite a number of smses that I left unanswered. That was so unlike me. I hoped they’d forgive me, there were some thoughts that were just too much for me to digest at that time.

For those who kindly suggested that I fly to Houston to see Ad, I’ll sum it up as this. I knew Ad wouldn’t want me to. He has always been a very cautious person, every move has to be thought through - the parties affected and the consequences. Like he always said, it was like playing a game of chess.

If he woke up to find me there, I don’t think he’d appreciate it. It’d be a lot for him to handle, he might not even be ready. Furthermore, it’d upset his parents and he’d be too sick and disoriented to explain me to them.

The idea of introducing myself as his close friend (only) wouldn’t work. How many of his close friends could afford or were willing to fly from KL to Houston at such a short notice? And remember that his mother recognised me from my yahoo messenger photo…she sensed that I was not just 1 of his many girlfriends.

BTW, I told my mother about what happened to ‘my friend’ last night. I first mentioned him to her while we were in Mecca, but I also used the term ‘friend’. Just like everybody else, she was shocked to hear how quickly things took a  turn for the worst.

Last but not least, thank you again for the well meaning prayers and wishes. Especially to those who asked me to have faith and believe that he would be okay. People do wake up from comas, I know. It’s not over yet.

I love you, Ad:)