Although D was bringing me home, since Nobert and his ex-girlfriend were with us, and locationwise, it was obvious that I was to be dropped off first and Nobert and his ex later...or at least that's what I thought.
Little did I know that Nobert had his car parked at the garage and that both of them were to get off at the garage.
Unexpectedly, I was now alone with D, being driven home.
What am I going to talk about?
What are you going to do, Taramama?







"I had no idea I was going to see you when I woke up this morning."
Maybe about 10 seconds after car started, I began talking, wanting to avoid making the atmosphere any heavy with silence.
There wasn't any answer.
Just as I thought, wow, no answer,
"You know, I never apologized formally." D began...right to the point.
I could not find any words to respond right away and also he seemed like he wanted to continue, I just said "No, It's all right." silently in my mind and just shook my head.
It's been 3 months since that incident. I did what I had to do and I believed that there will be no development in the future. I have already settled with "an unresolved incident" and just leave it at that. So, it really didn't matter to me anymore.
Although the fact that this incident had remained unresolved, I have already reached to my conclusion that there will probably be something for me to learn from this in the future.
But I felt that what he just said resolved the whole thing.
Now I see... He felt uneasy about this afterall. He felt guilty.
I guess that's only natural.
He stopped contacting me from the day after we got "intimate" and despite my compromising email to him sayting, "We are working at a same company, and this situation is going to be uncomfortable for both of us, so let's just forget the whole thing. You probably had your own good reasons for feeling and doing what you felt and did, and I have no intention in finding out the reasons, so if we happen to bump into each other either at the company or dinner outing with our friends, I hope we'll say 'Hi.' and to be friends again.", I never heard from him.
He: I did some terrible things to you. It cannot be forgiven so easily.
I: It's OK, really. Don't worry.
He: No, it's not OK. I don't even know what happened. I tried calling you and...
By the time he began saying that, I had already cut him off and said
"Shhhhhh, I forgave you long time ago." I shushed him with a smile, looking at straight ahead.
I did not go as far as to look at him straight in his face, but I took a side glance at him. He was slightly smiling and stopped saying anything. From the ever faint nod of his and also from his smile, I could hear him say in his mind, "thank you", understanding my intention of "you don't have to say anything more, It's OK."
Then there was a little silence, but the air was not heavy.
We probably felt relieved. I'm sure at least he did.
And then we talked about the various changes and effects due to the change of the president of our company, thus the company policies on profitability and expense, and we were at my apartment in no time.
The digital clock on the dashboard indicated "12:30 a.m." "Wow, I won't have enough sleep tonight", I thought. I had to wake up at 6:00 a.m. Nevertheless, probably because we were in the talking term for the first time in 3 and 1/2 months, it was not the mood where we were to casually and simply say good-bye.
"So, what have you been up to lately?"
"Well, so much have been gonig on, not just being busy at work... My 83 year-old grandfather was involved in a car accident. He began proceeding to try making left after the full stop at the stop sign, and there was this SUV which totally ignored the stop sign and smashed into my grandfather's car head on. He suffered broken neck and back and internal organs damages too. He is wiggling his fingers and toes in both hands and feet, so we are so relieved that he is most likely not paralized. He still has to get more operations done, but he is stable."
We talked a lot more about this. He is in the ICU and still under the heavy dosage of pain killer and is not 100% coherent, but D said that he visits his grandfather every weekend and whenever he can get out of work early, and it takes him 1 1/2 hour one way.
D reads newspapers to his grandfather and plays with and teases his nephew in the hospital room, just like he did whenever he visited his grandfather before the accident. That is so much a kind of D would do.
It was already past 12:40 a.m.
"Thank you for giving me a ride home."
"No problem. I'm really sorry of what happened. I did such a horrible thing to you."
I first thought of cutting him off, but I knew he felt guilty about it and he probably would feel much better if he were to formally apologize and let it out, I decided to listen to what he has to say with an appreciation.
"What I did cannot be forgiven and you certainly do not deserve being treated like that, and I'm really really sorry." He went on.
"Well, you are not the only one who created the situation to begin with, and I..."
"No!" He cut me off short and concinuted, " I am the one to be blamed. You didn't do anything wrong. I don't know how many times I picked up my cell phone and tried calling you, but I just couldn't, and time just passed and it got harder."
"Huh, you tried calling?"
"Yeah, many times."
"Wao. Many times..."
"We made a mistake."
"Yes, we sure did."
"I don't even know how that happened. I don't know why I did what I did, because I'm not really like that... I'm not a kind of person to treat anyone like that."
"I know. I was also puzzled because it was totally unlike you. I thought you didn't even understand how this could happened yourself. But it was a fact that this happened, and there was definitely a reason why you did what you did and what you felt. I think part of it is that you felt uncomfortable that maybe I was going to expect you to be committed to a relationship."
When I glanced at him, he looked as if I had hit right on the button. I continued.
"But I did not know in the actuality and many questions will probably remain unanswered, but that no longer mattered to me. People do everything with reasons. But no one can deny such reasons. You had yours. Your reasons...were I'm sure you had good reasons of your own and... Oh my God, I'm not saying this right. It's not coming out right."
"I understand what you mean. I understand." he paraphrased what I meant to say.
It was after 1 a.m. I was totally exhausted.
"I'm sorry."
"Thank you. Your apologies accepted...long time ago."
I went to give him a make up hug.
"Wait!" he hurriedly undid his seatbelt and had put his arms around me.
He hugged me back and it was rather a firm, strong one.
I felt a lot of "I'm sorry, and I'm glad we made up." from the hug and I responded in my mind with a lot of "It's okay. I'm glad too."
It was a long hug.
And I released my arms to let go but he continued with the hug.
Huh? Not done yet? Okay, if that's what you want... You have been feeling that guilty eh? Ah, it's okay.
Because he is much younger than me, sort of like a motherly instinct might have kicked in.
And then he probably felt content, so he let go of me.
Just as we looked at each other in the eye, breaking away from each other, he drew me close again and hugged, this time, our heads and arms position opposite.
What? Again? Oh, okay.
I thought it was cute and funny and laughed a tiny bit.
"Hug and make up, eh? Good." I thought, but the fact that I was so exhausted had occupied my mind when I was being hugged. It just didn't quite registered to my mind what was happening when he was letting me go. It was like a slow motion, and it felt a little odd of such slowness, but I was just too tired to even alertly notice what was going on.
By the time I became a little more alert, his face was right in front of me, maybe just about an inch away.
In the next second, his lips were touching mine.
It took me a second to realize it.
What? A...kiss?
I was totally taken by surprise.
After all what had happened between us in the past, a kiss?
I didn't hate hime, so I couldn't bring myself to push him away.
And...well, I admit...I'm a sucker for a nice sweet kiss. He is such a good kisser...
It was a slow kiss. But I made sure I would not let him past my lips.
"I missed your kiss."
"..." I could not find any words, and couldn't even look at his face.
"You smell nice."
"I do?" Oh, that's right. I had put on a small amount of perfume before I left the office to go to the dinner. I was surprised the scent still remained.
"Be careful driving home. Thank you for giving me a ride."
"You're welcome. Sorry, it got late. What time do you have to wake up?"
"Around 6-ish?"
"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Are you going to be OK?"
"Sure, I'll be OK. I'm glad we got to talk tonight."
"Yeah, me too."
"Let's go out to dinner or something like we did before."
"OK. I would definitely like to do that."
"All right, then give me a call, whenever."
"Oh, sure. You do the same. Don't hesitate, OK?"
"Then give me your cell number?" What am I saying? Oh, well, no big deal.
He hastily gave me his cell phone number.
"OK.", I got out of the car and was about to close the door.
"You got everything? You got your keys?"
A familiar questions. Something he would always ask when he brought me home before.
I found the keys after searching inside the bag, and showed it to him, and then he smiled.
"Thank you. Good night."
"Good night."
I squeezed my appreciation of his taking me home, bringing up the courage to have made up and asking me to make sure I had my keys, all in my "thank you."
I felt as if a chapter has ended.
I don't have any romantic feelings towards him, and so there will be none of that between us in the future.
But I strongly feel that the conclusion of what had happened between us is a preparation to the something new in my life that I am about to face.
The end.
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