I spoke to husband last night. He called. Many times. I was on the phone with Nabila. When I asked him what was the matter, he said he missed us. The work sucks. The travelling is taking a toll on him. He's thinking of changing job.
Funny how I was thinking the exact same thing on my way home yesterday. That he should get another job which is based in KL permanently. The travelling is ridiculous. Every week, at odd hours. I worry for his safety and health.
Talking to him like that made me realised that I missed him so much. He sounded very down and vulnerable. Poor husband... I told him what I wrote in my blog (which he hasn't read yet), and that I hoped he won't be angry once he reads the contents. He said he understands.
I guess we still have it, the sixth sense. That's why the phone call.
So, the dream was just my imagination, then... phew!