Real Work

He just managed to get back home almost 3am. Even though the flight was only a 50 minutes ride and arrived KLIA by 1:30, he took his own sweet time lounging around the terminal among the silence, cold, uncrowded but somehow serene.
He was reminiscing the lonely feeling of sitting in the Burger King overlooking the tarmac in Changi Airport. His last visit there, full of love and happiness seemed fading but not going away - and that's the difficult part.
The long drive home offered no solace. He kept recalling how his soul mate would reprimand him to put on the seat belt whenever she was on a short conjugal visits. This time around he intentionally didn't put it on (at first) but eventually succumbed against his better judgment.
There is a message on his phone to confirm returning to the speed site by Friday night for final inspection in the wee hours of Saturday morning before the onset of the time trial. Not compulsory, and he was confident the able handlers would be completing the task to the tee by today.
No short winks are available till morning. He was used to it anyway now. He seemed to be able to make that conjecture where lack of night sleep, no lunch and less laughter will keep him below 85kg.
As he sat in the office, the smell of brew keeps him awake. Time to continue living in reality despite missing the soul of life ever since.