I will never forget the first time I met Mr Ikan, it was a trip to Europe. I was having a crisis with myself. I wonder why I am so scared to make decisions own my own, why do I so scared of making mistakes, why I want everything to be so perfect and I always angry if plans never go according to the rules and procedures. I always blame myself and people around me. After some time, I thought to myself I need to change. I need to make this step. No one is going to help me, it’s me, myself and I need to deal with courage.
I started with my hair, I had a long hair but it was annoying that all of my friends had the same hairstyle. So, I cut off my hair as the first step to gain courage. I cut it short, a bob style called by the fashionista. I love it and proud of myself.
The second big step was to travel alone, I always dream of going to Europe and I feel jealous when I listened to stories from my friends. They told how beautiful the places and fresh the weather overseas. The journey was not only about just stepping to the unknown but most importantly I dared myself to walk on the road less travelled.
It was end of May. I flew to London, it took 14 hours of flight. When I reached there, the tourist guide was already waiting with a signboard written my name on it. The next day, after he arranged a breakfast he took me to a bus which brought me to see the world.
I sat and wait in the bus, I saw many people going in and out of the bus, guess some were going and some were only sending. I sat near the window, the seat next to me was empty. I am waiting to see who is the lucky one will taking this seat. The seats opposite were empty too.
When the bus about to go I saw a guy with a moustache, red lips with his parents stepping inside the bus. He came and sat next to me, his mom and dad were sitting at the opposite. I was happy to see them. He is such a nice guy that he could travel with his parents, not many would do so.
I jokingly talked to myself, he is my husband and his mom and dad are my in laws. We are just married and now we are on honeymoon. I tried to talk him cause it was a fourteen days trip, I wanted the trip to be a happy trip especially for me and him who sat beside me. I wanted it to be memorable. I promised to be a good wife to him ha ha ha…
After the trip we kept in touch, on and off kind of relationships. I certainly never imagine, I would meet him again in another place and time.
I remembered in the Europe trip, I said to my friend who was travelling in the same group. “We do whatever we want cause we will never meet anyone from this trip again!”Each time I said it, I felt something strangled my throat. In my little heart, I felt something telling me I will meet somebody from this trip. I wondered to myself, who could it be.
After one and a half years, we arranged a meeting in Australia. God is great he made it possible for us to meet the second time, and again it happened at the end of May.