Oh, His Malay!!!

"Makan baik-baik, nanti tersumbat..."
"Haa?? Tersumbat..? HAHAHAHA...!!!!"
"What???", he has his special tone for this word.
"Tercekik lah! Not tersumbat!"





Then I told the worker at the restaurant, and latest, to my close friends, making them laugh when I also cannot stop laughing.

"Why you love to tell others about my weakness and make fun of it?"

And he looks very serious. Seriously feel embarrassed?

Errrm.. I didn't mean to make fun of him in the way that can hurt him or make him feel not comfortable. I will try my best to not repeating it.

What I learn, he is sensitive. While writing this, remembering his smile with dimples on his both cheeks, I only have one word to describe. COMEL! He is so cute when he shy =)

"Ya, sila kurangkan badan..."
"HAHAHA...!!! Oii..!! kurangkan berat badan, lah. Bukan kurangkan badan. We loss body weight, not loss our body.. Hahaha..."

Oh, his Malay!

*I am strictly cannot work as a Malay Language teacher to non-native speakers*

Expressive

"I am impressed with the way you do the housework".
"I appreciate that you don't mind to touch this chain", referring to chain with a cross, symbolize Christianity.
"I am impressed on how you encourage me about God".

His words of appreciations and acknowledgement, for me, are powerful. His words make my day. At the same time, he also easily throw his complaints in very smart way. (In fact, he loves to reply, "I am not complaining". Yup, it is a suggestion for improvement.)

"Thank you. Hurm, you can clean better after this"
"Next time, don't smell your food like that. It is not good. Do like this..."

He is not hypocrite to only choose the good things to be told. He is honest. He is an expressive person. And, what make him as a higher level expressive person is, he also can make me be expressive too.

Some stories, some frustrations or angers and opinions that I decided to be kept to myself can be easily 'heard' by him. Even from 3 seconds of facial expression change, he can detect my sadness or dissatisfaction. And he directly guessing and, BINGO, he understand the feeling. That make him can say that I love to cry when most of my close friends and family say I do not. I never have someone that is very understanding as I wished, until I know him. That make him different.

His transparency make me willing to write about him here. Express what I think or feel about him or anything related to him.


~Written by an expressive me~

I'm Glad You Came

Sun goes down,
Star comes out,

And all that counts,
Is here and now,

My universe will never be the same,

I’m glad you came.

He sent the lyrics to me at a very perfect time. At that time, I was worrying about our future. I am happy to know him, to have him as a lover, to give him all I can and I feel calm every time he listens and talks to me, to make me feel better when I am down. I was thinking how hurtful I will be if this happiness will not last forever. As usual, he told me, “Chill, I’ll be around.. Don’t worry..” or “Relax, you’ll be fine…” and as usual, his simple words always make me feel better, feel safer.

I am glad you came. No matter how long you will stay, my universe will never be the same. HE sent you to me, and spread HIS love via you. I am blessed.

The lyric of that song is right. All that counts is here and now. Why need to worry so much about future? Life is like an ice cream. Enjoy it before it melts.

Glad to Meet Them (“Meet My Family” Part 2)

After having dinner with him, his mother, his younger brother and sister, they suggested us to stay at their home that night, and go back to JB early in the next morning. For me, that invitation is a gift. 

I am touched, with the friendly conversations I had with his mother and younger sister.

I am touched when his sister prepared her bed for me to sleep.

I am touched when his sister prepared the space in her room for me to perform my prayer and she put a carpet for me too. I am touched when I knew he was the one who brought the carpet.

I am touched when he told me, his mother likes me.

I am touched when his mother and his sister worry about my sahur (eating before the sunrise for fasting). Then we went to a restaurant to buy and bring the food home.

I am touched when his sister enjoyed sharing a lot of stories before we slept. I slept off, she talked to herself for few minutes, I believe.

I am touched when he woke me up for sahur at 4.30.

It was blackout, no electricity. I am touched when he burnt a candle for me to eat. And I am more touched when I knew; his father was the one who asked him to give me the candle.

I am touched when his mother were leaving to the church, she not only shake my hands but also hugged me. Her motherly ‘goodbye’ in her beautiful royal blue dress made my morning so meaningful.

I am touched when his sister asked me, “did you wake up for your sahur?”, “did you have space to perform your early morning prayer?”. She slept on the floor. I am touched because she gave her best for me, I knew she was sleepy.

I am touched to see his father wave his hand to me when we were leaving. 

I am glad to know his family. Knowing his family makes me know him more too. I like his family. And I like him. I am glad to meet them.