Setelah aku terlepas flight..

Hah, dah sebulan kan aku tak merepek2 dalam ni. Terasa macam nak tuka plak, malas dah nak pakai 'kite'2 ni.. isk.. maka anggaplah ni musim baru yg mana aku menjadi seorang manusia yang agak brutal (brutal?? tak sesuaii je bunyik..).. haha. Maleh plak rasanya nak kontrol2 ayu.

Aku terlepas flight balik sini aritu.. haa gelak la.. gelak. Cmana ntah bleh salah tgk time. Petang2 aku konon2 prepare nk balik tu, baru aku terperasan yg flight aku sbnrnye the day before... haru tak? Haa tu baru satu cite gempak yg aku nak cite.. byk lagi sbnrnye.. tp aku bz sket, karang2 atau esok2 la aku cite yg lain2 tu. Pasal melawat member2 yg memasing dh ada baby.. ada yg dh nk kawin.. pasal makanan yg best2.. pasal naik solero shot.. pasal makan steambot.. makan durian.. (sesapa yg takde kt Mesia tu jangan nangis lah, musim durian kt mesia mmg dah nak abis pun, kalau korg balik skang pun rasanya tinggal saki baki durian je).

Ok sambung nanti2 la ye.. sengaja je nak bgtau kewujudan aku. Mesti ada yg ingat aku nak kuburkan blog ni kan.. hehe. Takde maknenye.

Fred - the next days....

Malas nak update day by day pasal Fred.. :p Just wanna share the pictures of this charming Mr Fred!

Td balik dpd school I went to Vera's house to feed Fred. Main2 dgn dia kejap je pun. Kesian tgk dia masa kite n kak shidah nak balik tu.. muka sedih jek..

more and more suprises!

Okay.. haritu cerita kawan2 yang beli kek (profiteroles ekceli) and wish kite hepi bday. So ni la gamba profiteroles yg sgt sedap tersebut.. hihi..

Esoknye (9 jan, iaitu jumaat lepas) kite pun pegi school macam biasa. Balik dpd school tu agak lambat sebab ada meeting dgn Bob kesayangan.. :p Balik2 tu tengok budak2 ni sibuk masak2. Kite pun tanya la.. "banyaknya korang masak2 ni?"

Dorg jawab.. "saje je.. ingat nak ajak budak2 tu (shah and the geng) datang skali, sbb dh byk tlg kite sume all these while"

So fine la.. kite percaya je tanpa sebarang syak wasangka (lurus bendul btl). Kite pun naik atas amik towel, turun balik mandi. Lepas mandi tu dorang dah abis masak. Kite pun kemas2 la sikit2 dapur tu. Dorang masak banyak jugak, nasik tomato, dalca, ayam masak merah, bread butter pudding, and bubur pulut hitam.

Dalam pukul 9 lbh tu Shah and Arai dtg.. then Kak Riza pn balik dpd keje. So kitorang pn nk start makan2 dah, lapar gile perut masing2.

Tibe2 azah and kak nieza naik atas.. then dorang turun, berdiri kat depan kite (I was sitting on the sofa). Kite x pasan sbnrnye apa dorg pegang. Skali tengok2 kekkkkk. Tp I was really like soooo blur. haha.. kite terkebil2 je tgk kek yg dorg pegang.

Sampai la dorg sume cakap "Happy Birthday" ramai2..

Huaa.. rasa nak terpengsan plak. Surprise party legi skali for me??

Sangat terharu sebab kawan2 (The 67's Sugarbabes) sanggup masak2 untuk kite.. then siap ada tukang sponsor cake lagik (encik Shah), pastu ngan hadiah2 sume. Terasa sangat disayangi.. =)

Nasi tomato, ayam merah, dalca, bread butter pudding, bubur pulut itam

kek sumbangan encik shah.. tengkiu lah ye!

owh ini party akukah??? (muka ala2 *OMG!!*)

Hari Sabtu tu kitorg pegi Stoke-on-Trent memborong pinggan mangkuk (crita pinggan mangkuk akan di update pada entry lain). Pagi2 sblm pegi Stoke tu.. kak Riza kasi kite hadiah bday which is a lovely bracelet. Sgt suka!
Esoknye tuu (11 jan iaitu Ahad), seperti biasa semua org bermalas2an sebab dah penat menyusun pinggan mangkuk semalamnye tu. So kite pun bgn agak lambat la jugak. Lepas mandi2 sume tu, tibe2 sorang kawan call.

"Makcik, buat apa tu?? Kitorang nak dtg makan kek ni.. "

"Hahahha.. meh la.. " (I did not expect anything)

"Okay,.. betul2 ni tau.. kitorang dah sampai ni"

"Haaa?? korang kt mana ni??"

"Kat depan rumah"

Skali lagiii terkujat jap. Geng2 Kampung Dusun (hihihi) dtg secara mengejut tanpa apa2 notis. Surprise lagikah?? hahah.. nasibb la dah siap mandi2 sume. Kalau kite pegi bukak pintu ngan tahi mata sume apa cer??

So kawan2 dpd birm tu (Zatil, Zahran, Nabil) dtg nk wish and celebrate bday kite. Dorang kasi kite bday presents jugak..
Thanks to all.... tak tau cmana nak cakap terima kasih.

Betul2 terharu.. Sumpah! =)

happy birthday to me!

Sebenarnye memang taknak berblogging selagi tak anta kite punye first year report.. tp terpaksa jugak ni (terpaksa ke.. ?) :p

Tadi balik dpd skul, sume orang takde.. kak yati sorang je ada kt umah. Kak Yati nk balik mesia sabtu ni.. so dia tgh bz kemas2 barang. Yang lain2 ntah pegi mana.. kite tnya kak yati, kak yati pn x tau..

Then kite call kak nieza.

"Akk, semua org pegi mana eh?"

"Kitorg gi beli groceries ni kt Sainsbury"

Ooo patut ler.. so kite pn mandi2.. lepas mandi tu dorg sume dh balik. Then makan2 n tgk tv. Lepas tu kite naik atas, sambil buat keje borak2. Sampai la masa tu dh dkt nk kol doblas.. kite terasa nk gi bilik air. So turun la bawah.

Kuar2 je dpd bilik air.. pelik apsal sume org ada kt bawah ni. Baru je nak tnya yang dorg sume tgh tggu nak masuk toilet ke..

Tapi tibe2 kedengaran lagu hepi birthday.. hihihih... sgt terkejut dan terharu. :p Tak sangka la pulak dorg siap belikan kek bagai. Dpd siang tadi kite dpt mesej and call utk bday wish. Petang td ayah, mama and syahmi dah nyanyikan lagu bday jugak dlm tpon. Sgt best lah! hehe..

Pastu ada dpt hadiah & kad jugak dpd kawan2, dpt kad dpd adik.. shayangg u all!


Dah tua setahun lagi.. cmana ni.. harap2nye perangai pn makin baik lah.. hihii..

p/s : thnx kawan2.. for the cake, presents, cards, and wishes dpd jauh dan dekat.. =)

such a touching story

It's really a touching story.. quite long but read patiently! (s0b.. sobbb.. )

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dew came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This
was the apartment I bought for her.

Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls’ eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife
said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.

Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn’t t help doing so. I moved Dew s hands aside and said,

You go select some furniture, O.K.? I've something to do in the company. ?Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew s body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn’t t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said.

She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly.

She didn’t t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? . I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called
answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! .

At that night, we didn’t t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could
hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.

A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn’t t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn’t t want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this
month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face
the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So
when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words
brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed
her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son.

I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her
blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There
were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms.
The visualization of Dew became vaguer.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking,
etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn’t tell Dew about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, it seems not difficult to carry you now.

She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my
dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not
because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out
a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an
essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made
me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, “Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old”.

I held her tightly and said, “Both you and I didn’t notice that our life was lack of such intimacy”.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door.

I said to her, “Sorry, Dew, I won’t divorce. I’m serious”. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of life, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst out crying. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the
greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until we are old.