The Second Time Around

Second time was painful than the first one. After a month spending time with the kids (and their mother), it was the time to say goodbye again. Spending time alone in an airport hotel in Delhi, I realized that my life wasn’t that meaningful and cheerful without them by my side. For that reason, million of thanks to the Almighty.

Abang and adik self take picture, using MacBook camera

Since I went back using NCL – AMS – DEL – KUL –ALS route, the return trip looks like exactly the opposite of that. As I am writing, I am waiting for DEL – AMS route to be accomplished. I arrived here in Delhi this morning, and have to wait almost 12 hours for the connecting flight. So long so, I’ve to collect my bags first and then re-check in, as the period between Flight A and Flight B must be less than 6 hours if you want to check in straight away. No complaint though, the difficulties in journey cannot be compared to a month I spent in Malaysia.

To certain entrepreneur-engineer, I am sorry because I left before we have a chance to meet. I was in KL last night, waiting for a morning flight to Delhi. I wanted to call you, but, being a father myself, I think it is quite uncomfortable to ask you to go out late at night, so I dismissed the idea.