Maybe for most of us, it's just another ordinary day. But for me, it's the day where I've gotten my X-ray result from the Hospital. The day I got dumped by him. The day where I almost given up on myself.
Early in the morning, I've got a message from him while I was waiting for my turn at the Hospital for the report. He said that after I get back form work at 11 am, he would like to meet me at his neighborhood. 1st time in my life that my guts are telling me something was really wrong.
But, after I got my report, I went straight to work. As promised, back from work, I went to his home only to know he's not around. I called him only to know that he's at his neighborhood sending flyers to each house.
I ask if he needs a company, he said if it's not a burden for me. So I went out to find him around. He's sweating so much from walking around the area. By the time I found him, he's pretty much done with all the flyers.
He said he would like to talk to me about something. So he decided to told me on the spot. He sat down nearby to where I stand. And he started his speech. He said to be having stress about lately, about how things have been rough for him. His stress on his new job, his workplace, but what stressed him the most is our relationship.
He shared to me every problem that occurs in our relationship. Things are not working for us anymore. The only solution he could think is we should end our relationship. :(
What's the saddest thing is, the timing could have never been worst. I've been sick for almost 3 whole month. Starting from high fever, to a heavy flu, and continued by coughing that won't recover after 2 months for an unknown reason. Regardless to all the doctor I went to, to all the medication that I took and all the advice I follow.
We ended our relationship there. I still remember that night, where we went back to his home together, I pack all my belonging in his room, while he was showering. He called his friend, which have arrived not long after I finish packing all my stuff. I've called my sister and she's on her way to fetch me back home. He was there with his friend. While I was holding the X-ray report on my hand, I said how I wish that I will be diagnosed with deadly disease so I can die sooner. His friend and him kept silent all the way.
I told him that night, to break all the contacts with me. And soon after, my sister arrived. We went back home, and it was all silence from me while tears are falling nonstop from my eyes. It was late at midnight and my sister convinced me to stay calm and everything will be fine. Then she went back to her bedroom to sleep.
I stayed at the living room with all my stuff, still crying while flash back of our memories playing nonstop in my mind. No matter how hard I tried, it just won't go away. Then I got a text from his friend, asking for my bank account to transfer money from our WeChat Group fund. I replied it's meaningless to do so, it won't made me feel any better anyway.
