Mansur came to visit last night. He came quietly and sat by the bedside while I was sleeping.
He said it has been a very long time that he did not pay any visit to me. Yes, I could not agree more. I did not count days of how long he was away but I knew it has been quite some time.
He said he is leaving again. He is only visiting to see how I am. He was sorry he did not attend my wedding. He is leaving to St Tropez. I have no idea where that is. He asked me to google it up first thing in the morning. He said I should come and see how wonderful St Tropez is.
Long silence.
He then said I looked somehow confused now.
He said he understand that everything is going at a fast pace for me, but I should know my priorities. He said I already took a very long time to decide what I want in life that I should not become confuse again. He reminded me that how New Zealand was a hard work and sure enough I do not want to feel what it was like back then again. It was certainly horrible. Period.
I said, sometimes I just want to disappear. Take all the money I have in the account. Left the phone. Buy flight ticket and just go. Just like him. He said, how can I compare us, when he is just a cat and imaginary, and of course he can do all the lepak-ing and goyang-ing kaki. He can feed from the streets but even his life is difficult in a very clean city. He wished he can have Whiskas on daily basis (if only!). He have a strong feeling that even his 7th generation would still be stray cats and have rough life.
He said I should be thankful. That I should not running away from reality or pretend to be someone else.
He said my job is noble. Hence I should work hard and honest.
He said I am doing a good job not to relapse. He said Haibah is my best friend and I should not neglect her.
Then he shifted into a black cat and walk out of the room.
