BROKEN SUN

Rringgg...rrriingngng...(10x)

"Hi you."
"Hello..I thought you didn't want to answer my call. Am I disturbing you?.."

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"..or you just need time to decide whether or not to pick up the phone?"
"Bingo."

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"You miss me?"
"Duh."

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"Hei hei. I miss you."
"Okay."
"How are you? Dear? God I miss saying that word. Dear. Dear, say something. Need to hear your voice, been too long."
"I'm doing fine, sort of. You?"
"I'm down with a nasty diarrhea since last Monday. Miss you too much. That last time I had diarrhea this nasty, remember? That was when I went on a business trip to Bandung and didn't get to see you for four days in a row."

I laughed, then at some point I felt like crying.

"Motherofgod, from all things on earth that you can claim to remind you of me, you pick diarrhea? A nasty diarrhea reminds you of me?"
"Hei..listen to yourself. You negative-thinking baby. What I'm saying is, everytime I miss you, I get ill. I get diarrhea, the most miserable illness. Can't eat can't sleep can't think straight. Tummy aches so much. Been almost 10 days now."
"Oh dear. Maybe you ate something poisonous. Go see a doctor."
"No, my brain's poisoning me. Wanna go see you."
"Oh."
"You heal me. I can't stand this."

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"Say something, will you? Listen, I bought you something every day we didn't meet."
"Really? So kind of you."
"Nah, just stupid things. Stuffed animals. Colourful pens, geez, I'm such a weirdo, I just love buying you stationary. And a lined pad for you to practice writing your fiction. I remember you told me you wanted to practice writing longhand instead of typing...what else..books..CDROMs...I compiled some stuff here myself..for your lectures. Oh and a necklace also..don't worry..it's just a cute cheap thingy..looks sweet I think..a doll like you needs sweet jewellery...hey..have I been talking too much? Say something please. Hush honey, don't cry. Hush up, did I say something wrong?"
"No...I miss you too."

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"You saw the paper today? Navratilova won a match or something."
"What?????"
"Navratilova..she's a..you know...I just can't stop thinking about you..then I saw her picture...and I can't help thinking how come, how come, GOD, you are so much different from her.."
"Don't start. I'm warning you: don't start."

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"Who do you love?"
"You."
"You want me to hang up?"
"Never."
"Then say something."
"When can I see you?"
"Tomorrow, lunch time? I'll bring these sweet nothings too."
"Why not tonight? Now, I want to see you now now now now -- "
"I can't, and you know why."

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"You miss me?"
"Very much."
"My tummy doesn't hurt as much now. Feel much better. And who do you love, Doll?"
"You.
You and Martina Navratilova and Ellen DeGeneres and Desi Anwar and that cute little bitch on TV just now."
"HUAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAHAH. Kiss me?"
"Yes, tomorrow."
"Tell me again who you love."
"You."
"I want you."
"Me wants you too."
"I miss your voice like you wouldn't believe."
"And I miss yours..don't hang up on me. Let's hang up on 3."
"OK, I'll see you tomorrow? Let's count now...1..2..3.."

---call ended---