Here it is, part two of my Moroccan goodbye and how I cope with Living alone without my lovely wife.
While sitting on my chair at the Marrakech airport waiting for my flight, I had the time to reflect about being alone. At that moment, I have come to realise that I sincerely couldn’t wait to return to Singapore. For my heart was missing the person I love most in my life after Allah and my parents. Never did I expect that I would be missing my wife this tremendously. I guess you only appreciate the people you have in your life when they are not there with you.
You probably have known that I had allowed Nurul to head back to Singapore to catch a once in a lifetime opportunity. To meet and greet the Backstreet Boys (AJ, Kevin, Nick, Howie, and Brian). Nur being a dutiful Muslim wife and the ever responsible partner didn’t wish to leave me especially during the hectic period. But I told her to let me be, and not to worry while deep down, I myself was worried about how will I manage setting exams, grading and handling packing while taking care of my own daily needs.
But I do know that if it was the other way around, she too would tell me to go and finally get a chance to meet the Backstreet Boys. I only knew too well how it felt to miss out on such an opportunity. Years ago, Michael Jackson came to Singapore and my dad prevented me from attending his concert. He said, “don’t worry, he will come again.” Nevertheless, the rest is history and MJ is now six feet underground.
That was why when BSB came down to Singapore and especially since the group is complete with Kevin’s presence, I told my wife to just buy the tickets, pack her bags, and live the experience.
I didn’t realise how Nurul’s departure made me feel. Only then do I truly appreciate her presence. After five years of marriage, you would have grown accustomed to having a partner by your side constantly and the two months without her was dreadful! It made me appreciate her presence even more and that no matter how busy life gets us, we needed to make more time for each other. Living alone in Marrakech showed how essential she has become in my life.
Interestingly though, living alone made me become more independent. I learnt how to cook, clean, wash, and take care of myself. This is a first for me as being an Asian, while growing up, everything was done by my amazing mother. And when I got married, my wife took over those duties (I do help her from time to time over the weekends).
But that wasn’t the only reason why I missed her. Coming home to an empty house was depressing. I had no one to share things with. There wasn’t anyone around to tolerate my lame jokes. I didn’t even watch our favourite television series as I didn’t like that she wasn’t there to share the moment with me.
I managed to toughen it out and enjoyed my ‘alone’ time in Marrakech nevertheless. Fortunately for me, I had amazing colleagues and spent my last remaining days with them at Cafe du Livre and our apartment’s rooftop parties.
I wish that we be able to attend a Bon Jovi concert. Together. (Which we did! Click here for our Bon Jovi post!)
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