A Phone Call part 1

A phone call can lead you to anywhere.

It's a saying I might have heard before. I'm not quite sure. One thing for sure is that it is, indeed, true.

I received a phone call this morning. It was when I was half asleep- or maybe I was in a deep sleep? I couldn't recall- I couldn't even distinguish the ringtone. I thought it was from a my fixed phone outside my room... a fixed phone shared by the whole family members. I picked it up instantly, knowing only the fact that the sound bothered me. I read the caller's ID. It was very unexpected, causing me to sit up and give my very best to focus.

"Hello?"

I forgot to mention that I tried my best, too, to make my voice sound like I had been woken up much earlier.

"Hello, Minah?" the caller sounded rather worriedly high-pitched.

"Yes?"

"This is Hendra's mother," she said, though I had known from the caller's ID that it was from his house.

"Yes, Aunt," I replied as smart as my mind would let me.

"Do you happen to know Hendra's whereabouts? I couldn't reach him."

Again, I tried my best to focus. I almost blurted out, very likely to mumble, about me stop calling him after he did not confirm our supposedly reunion. About the upsetting behavior of her son who hasn't changed a bit even after more than a year breaking up... that, if it can be called breaking-up.

"I... haven't contacted him since Sunday," was what I thought I had said. I thought to myself.
"Yes, Sunday's the last day we talked," I reassured her and myself, making sure I said the correct sentence.

Yes, Sunday's the last day we talked. The first day after weeks and days of not contacting each other. Not even via social medias in this digital era. Sunday's the last day we talked. The first day we talked like nothing had happened between us. The first day we talked like best friends. Like we were coming back to the second semester of our first year in high school... our first day to be tied with an unexplainable relationship.

Sunday's the last day we talked.

The first and last time a thought of being best friends again occurred to me. 

I held myself back and successfully avoided saying these surprisingly much thoughts that popped out during that instant period. Fortunately, his mother cut off her call by saying thank-you. I went back to sleep without fully realizing it wasn't a dream.