My Savior
There I was glued to my monitor and was thinking out loud how am I gonna solve this damn mess to which my client has gotten himself into. As if I care… Hey, but I do. It’s my job anyway.
And then Savior suddenly appeared in what they call YM. I was too excited to say hello. He’s spending a week in North Africa (in a country they call Algeria) traveling in business like he always does.
He suspected something was wrong when on the day he left for his trip, I asked him if he was busy. And he is always busy. Since the day he changed employer, he was busy as a bee. And often times, I was fighting with him because I often felt he was ignoring me.
For some unknown reason, he is unable to access my FS blog from his country. So when he saw that I got some new pics and blogs to share, he wasted no time to check it.
Savior: My God, I don’t know what you are talking about in your blog. You need to give me a background!
Me: You can ask me anything, I’ll answer it as much as I can.
So there I was, trying to expose the anatomy of love and how i thought what it was. He’s trying to pick up the pieces like a puzzle on his mind and then coming into conclusion, he said: “Now I understand what Brazil is all about.”
Goodness gracious. I don’t know what to say, he is trying to interrogate me like a guilty salesman who faked my very first sale for the day.
“Ann, you shall try not to expect anything in return. Less expectations mean less chances of getting hurt.” I gave him a bitter smile. If it was a face to face encounter, perhaps my tear would further show more than what I wanted to show.
“I want to hug you because of what I heard today.” He further consoled me. I think I needed that from someone I really trust. I had to remind him that many yesterdays ago, he told me something like he hopes that i can protect myself from being hurt because he can no longer protect me. I totally forgot I was working. With 7 hrs difference from a faraway land, all we have is our keyboards to keep us intact.
I said to him:“ When you are 80 years old and you are still single, please contact me. I’d be more than happy to marry you even if I am on my deathbed.”
He was touched. Despite the many times Savior and I argued, one thing is for sure: He is my soulmate.
As I bid goodbye and leaving him with a smiley face, I hurriedly went back to reality. These cases need my expertise. It’s ironic that when I try to be a savior for people who need me, all it takes to make me feel good is one person.
Thank you my Savior. When I am old and you are eighty, I look forward to see you again.
