Last night I had dinner with mon mari and his friend (Guy Mansard). We had kebab party for dinner. And between the main course and dessert we take some time to have a little break.

Here I am, sitting, don’t know what to do. So I just grabbed a magazine while mon mari and Guy is a bit busy with Guy’s new handphone with such nice color of gold. I don’t really like this kinda situation, mon mari leave me here alone and prefer to be busy with his friend. It’s not nice at all basically. But well ok then, I will just keep myself busy with the magazine. 

Comes up at the time I finished my magazine, but still they’re busy with the phone. I hit the ceiling, can’t stand it. Just lay my body down to that long chair.  I heard the sound, and I can tell they’re finished. Mon mari kissed my lips trying to wake me up.

“You’re finished?”, suprisingly I asked him
“No, the setting is too much. Will continue tomorrow”, replied him
“Just finish it. Don’t worry, I’m not here”.

I just woke up, and trying to sit comfortablely and set up my face so it looks nice and set my mood too from black cloudy anger to sweety bright mood. Mon mari tried several times to take my hand but I just pull it back again. He knows I’m angry, and he’s kinda upset too. But hey, it’s the way you made me what I’m now, don’t blame me for this shit.

Finaly, we’re going home. Say bye to his friend, then I make my step faster and trying to get to the motor bike before mon mari do. At home, we didn’t speak alot, no kiss, no hug when sleeping, just not saying a thing.

And in the morning, I just left him a message on his computer and wrote to him about what I’m feeling of being left alone, my anger, and how not so nice what he did to me.

Not sure if I can get the copy of my message or not, and if so I’ll post it to this blog then.

Cheers