Seventy Five

Last year at this very hour we had our honeymoon in the furthest east. And we honestly looked forward to another honeymoon at the same time this year.

And Allah the Almighty granted what we had wished for - i.e., more quality time together.

Now we both are alone together, at a hospital room in our hometown, waiting for the husband's surgery in a few minutes time.

It is a minor procedure, but it is also our first encounter. It feels strange. And I believe this makes us closer.

Who says we need a beach for a honeymoon. At least we've shared the single hospital bed for a couple of nights already.

Alhamdulillah.

Seventy Four

I particularly love good news. Even if I wasn't getting any, or if I were to hear a devastating ones, I'd trade all with good news.

 So your fiance called off the engagement, or your partner left you for someone else.

 Allah didn't want you to end up in a broken marriage. Not just yet.

 So it's been a year plus since you were married and not a sign of a baby yet.

 Allah wants you to fix your relationship with Him and enjoy your prolonged honeymoon.

 So you lost someone you loved dearly in a tragedy.

 They are probably in a better place, and that Allah wants you to toughen up by reminding you that He's the sole entity for us to rely upon.

 So you've put on weight.

 You might save up some money from feeding your craves at expensive desserts parlour.

 So your business hasn't really blossomed after so long.

 Allah wants you to meet more people and dig more knowledge.

 There are so many things to be grateful for.

 And the saying "There's a silver lining in every cloud" never gets old.

Seventy Three

I was having lunch in the kitchen when I heard Cik Nah talking about something from the front.

Something about a TV program.

A cartoon.

Ninja.

Ninja purple.

Wait. What?

"Ninja purple," she gingerly repeated while putting the muffins into the oven.

Seventy Two

"So after knowing me so intimately after a year plus now, what do you think my hobby is?" asked moi curiously.

I honestly have no idea what my hobbies are.

"Hmm... Jaja suka tolong orang."

Well, that would do. And I slept soundly with such answer.

Seventy One

Seventy

Nightmares, among others, are reasons I refuse watching, or reading sad ending stories. I think life can be pretty atrocious most times I don't need to spend my supposedly leisure time dwelling in another bad experience.

O Allah. Keep my family safe.

Sixty Nine

I was craving for a bowl of cereal for breakfast at 1ish last night. Hadn't had any cereal for weeks. Husband was out with some friends. Immediately as the thought of cereal crossed my my mind I phoned him asking him to buy some for breakfast. He didn't have to buy the large packs, suffice that he get the small one so I could end my craving.

The next morning (read: now) as I searched through the kitchen, I found a box of Honey Stars, large one, enough for 10. I smiled, so thoughtful of him. Then I looked for the milk. I saw he bought 2 huge boxes of milk, one mocha and one full cream... This was beyond expectation.

Only that why did he have to put them in the freezer?!