It's not getting better because we needed to go to his office to pick up some stuff he accidentally left. Then after we got there, he realized that he left his access card at home. So we went to his house, not surprisingly caught in the traffic, then back to his office again,.... When I waited for him in the car, I was planning to ask him to drive me home. I figured that it's nicer to lie down on my bed and read a novel rather than stuck in the car meaninglessly.
I tried to calm myself down and when he came back, he asked if we still wanted to go to watch a movie. The latest time is 19:45, it's 19:10 at that time and I doubted we could make it. But I decided to give him (and the traffic) a chance. Nope, the traffic still was against us. 19:45 and we're still on our way, then I told him I wanted to go home. He turned the car and asked me if I really wanted to go straight home, we haven't had dinner btw. Then I said yes because I was just too restless and annoyed. He said sorry and that I had all the rights of being upset because he ruined the day. Driving home, he said that he didn't want to send me home yet, he still wanted to spend the night with me. So, I agreed to stop by a cafe and we made up.
On Sunday, we planned to go to the evening service because he had a company event in the morning. He promised to pick me up at 4:45 to make sure we got to the church on time. Somehow, the traffic was not so friendly either, he arrived a lil bit late, and I confronted him. Actually I didn't feel that upset, but I just wanted to make a point that I didn't like it when he's late, and this was just a day after the fight-due-to-lateness.
In the sermon, the pastor said that one of the way of respecting someone is to come on time (actually it was also preached last week). Gembul stroke my hand while hearing that. And I said to him "If you are late, I will think that you're not that eager to see me. It's still okay if the traffic is bad, but at least you have to spare the time that makes sense".
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