How to buy Chilis and Noodles
"Let’s go!” I said to you in front of the class. Today is Wednesday, and we both have a class that ends at 12.30 at noon.
“Where?” You asked me to hold your bag as you wear your winter jacket before we reach the building door.
“To buy some chilis.” I grinned.
“Again?” You hold your step, facing me then fix my scarf on my neck and some hair on my forehead. You know what, I love it when you do that.
“Yes. We can buy some noodles also if you want. We finished the last one.” Actually, you finished the whole package I bought last week.
“But we won’t stay long there, it’s too cold to stay outside.” You told me.
“Of course.” I smiled, full of assurance. I didn’t tell you my plan. Actually, I would like to visit some clothing stores, look at some novels in a bookstore, then maybe walk around a bit in the park and take some pictures. Later, if you want, we also could buy coffee before finally taking our chilis and noodles in our favorite Asian store. After all, we had a day off tomorrow and had nothing to do at night. Except for me later, I will cook your favorite chicken soup.
I know you don't like staying outside too much, but I like it. I know you will start complaining when it takes us too long to go back home, but I like it. I know, we will somehow argue about how much I spend my money on some kinds of stuff — that according to you was useless, but I like it.
I just like it when I spend time with you. Both when we were okay or when we were fighting. I don’t mind, as long as I am with you.
“Give me your hand.” While walking to the bus stop, you turned your head, opened your palm, and waited for me to hold your hand. So I did. Then you wrapped it and put both of our hands inside your jacket pocket. You know what, I love it when you do that.
“I feel so sleepy.” I said on the bus. It took us almost one hour to reach our destination.
“Sleep, I will wake you up when we arrive.” You said. One of your hands still holding my hand, and the other holds some papers with lecture notes. I had no idea if you really study or pretend to do so. Maybe others would think you were the next promising professor in the university. Either way, I loved it when you did that.
“Babe..” I said.
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
“It’s fine… it’s fine..” you answered nonchalantly.
I raised my other hand, held your jaw then turned your head to look in my direction.
“I said I love you.” I said with a threatening tone.
“Okay okay. I love you too.” You replied, as if I forced you to say that. But I saw the smile on your face when you back at your lecture notes. You shook your head as if you thought I was crazy.
I chuckled. Satisfied. You know what, I love it when you do that.
I love the bus ride with you every Wednesday to the neighboring city only to buy some “chilis and noodles”. I love every stupid joke we throw just to entertain each other. I love every change of season we see through the bus window. I love every love we say to each other just because we can.
During those beautiful moments in life. You know what, I love you.
And you have no idea how much.
08.04.24
To reminisce the journey with the bus SB58 Kleve Banhof - Nijmegen Banhof.
Some years have passed and the joy of taking this bus to buy some chilis, indomie, kangkung, Indonesian spices, and some stuff is still there :D
Comments
Post a Comment