Do people really care?

My mother's coming to Singapore today. She's in her business trip. The actual schedule is started tomorrow, but because I'm here then she's taking a day earlier to shop around Orchard with me. And also staying with me in my place.

I shared many things with her during our shopping and eating out. Maybe it was me, maybe I'm too sensitive, but it seemed like my mother didn't really care about me anymore. Maybe she thinks I already have what I wanted; A convenient place. A promising job. A life. A free soul.

Maybe those are the things I really wanted.

Maybe those are not.

Just last nite, my man called me, and he said that we have to be in Jakarta for a little longer than usual. There are so many things to do in there, and he asked me to be with him, in Jakarta. Maybe it was me again, but I felt that my man asked me without knowing how I feel.

And also last nite, my friend cancelled her appointment with me - okay, she's not cancelling - but she didn't come! Later she smsed me informing that she forgot about our appointment. How come? We smsed each other in the morning, and it's impossible if she just forgot it in the evening.

Then again, I happened to e-mail some friends, just saying hi or so, I even asked and discussed about something, but all answers were flat and seemed they weren't really pay attention to what I wrote.

Suddenly I remember about my man's family. I remember those four years and more with them (they are the reason why I'm not comfortable in Jakarta), I gave everything to help them out, I was always ready for them. I loved them like my own family. But what I got from them? They thought what I have done for them is for money. Great.

I'm lonely tonight. Inspite of my mother is reading in the living room, I'm completely alone. Do people really care like I care to them?