I asked Fitri to check up on you, to make sure you were okay. And only because Fitri insisted that I told him that you fought with Miss. That was all.
I just needed to know he's okay. He's a kid, who knows he got himself into physical trouble just to rid off his emotional trouble. I've been there.
Today I was postcall and escorted a patient to Tawau. Got back here almost 9pm. I bought Arif his favourite Spicy Chicken McDeluxe and got myself the same, but I also bought myself chicken, fries and a pie.
I asked Arif if he thinks he could finish two.
Why?
Because I'm too sleepy to eat mine. I still have a chicken and an apple pie.
He said he could. So I gave him mine.
We parted at the parking lot. I got into my car and just sat there quietly. Scrolled though my SNS and tried to regain consciousness enough to drive back, fighting the urge to just sleep in the car. I think I did a good half hour of doing nothing in the car before I started the engine and head back.
In my room. Changed into pyjama. Did my laundry. Sat at my table and had my chicken and pie while watching TROS videos.
Then Fitri called.
Tiq.
Hmm?
Arif asked me to check up on you. Are you asleep in your car?
Ah. Did he not just drive off? They know I've that habit of sleeping in my car on postcalls even though my house is not even 10 minutes drive away. I've done that three times already this three months I'm in Lahad Datu. Don't worry, I never sleep with the engine on.
Nope.
Really?
I'm in my room now.
Okay. Bye.
Thanks. Bye.
I hung up. There was a swell in my heart thinking I've got some real family here.
I later texted him that I did froze off in my car almost half an hour, and thanked him for checking up on me.
