I guess I am not the only one who felt this. After marrying for five years, I am still having difficulty sleeping if my husband aren’t home yet. Even though I am able to close my eyes and slightly drifted off, my eyes would most certainly snapped open again after a few minutes. Alerting. Listening. Afraid if he might have reach the front door and I am too busy sleeping I couldn’t hear him knocking.
There’s some uneasyness I felt whenever my husband had to come home late. Just like tonight.
Due to the heavy rain in Jakarta, a tree collapsed and blocking down the railway. That causing delayed in the train schedule, even some are canceled. So mu husband must take another route in order to get home. He usually take the train from Dukuh Atas Station. But because the tree blocking the train that goes from Tanah Abang to Dukuh Atas, he must take the train from the next station. So he go to Cikini station instead.
From his text message, I learn that the event has disrupt the overall railway operation. His train goes really slow. He just text me again saying that he just arrive in Bogor station. It’s nearly 10 pm. It’ll take another 30-35 minutes before he can reach home. It’s been raining outside. It’s cold and wet. He didn’t bring his jacket. He always refuse whenever I remind him to bring it with him. I know, Jakarta’s hot. I hope is not going to rain again. Please don’t rain. At least until he come home safely. I hope he manage to eat before taking the train. He always delaying meal time. That makes his stomach upset.
Haahh…sometimes I hope we didn’t buy this house. It’s too far from where he works. It’s too far from any places that matters. It’s far from the market. It’s far from my parents house. It’s far from the rail station. It’s far from our friends. It’s damn far from hangout places (except if your idea of a hangout spot includes bushes and corn fields T___T )
Oh, please come home soon…
Picture is taken from here