That's why as much as I like to make Singapore my permanent home, I still fly home to Jakarta at least once a month, often more, even if only for a weekend. A weekend spent with Chocolate and her dad is a happy moment, and it makes it really hard to leave Jakarta and fly back to Singapore.
It is harder now that Chocolate has identified the signs that somebody is leaving. She learned before that whenever big bags and especially suitcases are out, somebody is going away and she'd be left home playing alone. It's nearly impossible to pack things when she's around. Not only she'd jump into the suitcase and try to chew my things -which she did when she didn't realise fully yet the meaning of suitcases other than some new things for her to play with- she would now -after she knows that suitcase = left at home looking out from behind the window at the car driving away- take out everything that has been packed and scatter them around the room. One time we spent so much time chasing after her and picking up my knickers and bras from under the bed and the sofa again and again that we decided to never let her near again when we are packing.
It is harder now, because she has further learned that when we have shower and I spend a lot of time in the bathroom brushing my hair, putting on make up and accesories and then wearing my shoes, that means we are leaving. She'd go quietly around the bathroom with a long miserable face. And then slumped down on the floor, looking at us with two big sad brown eyes.
(her sad look)
The last time I was preparing to fly back to Singapore she jumped on the bed, slumped at the edge of the bed with two short legs in front and head half hanging down, eyes cast. Chocolate is a very energetic, high energy,high spirited and playful dog, so when she is sad or down everyone can tell. It was so hard to leave that that day I had to literally tear myself away from her and close the door and leave. Later I cried a little in the airport.
That night alone in my apartment in Singapore I called them. Chocolate's dad told me that when he opened the back door after getting back home from seeing me off at the airport Chocolate brushed past him, running into the garage to look for me. When she didn't find me she went back to the house and that night slumped on the sofa beside him with sad eyes. Again my eyes brimmed with tears.
If I could I'd leave my job here and fly back to Jakarta and spend the days playing with her, taking naps with her in bed with her back pressed against my tummy or sitting in the sofa watching her chewing on bones. Too bad I still have to work to keep her in the lifestyle she's accostumed to - nice, expensive high quality food, treats and bones and a big house with a garden for her to run around in. So for the time being I still have to live with only half a heart, because the other half is left at home, in Jakarta, with my little family - Chocolate and her dad.....