Last weekend was quite an eventful.
Well, first I raced myself to get the copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows at Carrefour. For whatever reason because of the book distributionship issue, there were some slight chaos in Popular, MPH, Times and they even staged a protest, but who cares.
While waiting for my dear wife attending the school meeting (aku heran la, HM SMKBS ni tak ada keje ke, asyik meeting, meeting, meeting, and thus disturbing my weekend, warga pendidik ... your valuable comment please). I even had some extra time and went to my office and managed to clear some urgent issues that need attention.
Come Sunday.
Went with my dear wife to the market at Jalan Othman, then a quick but sumptuous breakfast at Taman Dato’ Harun. Sent Ahwaz to his cricket training at PJ Club. Then I went to Subang MAS Sports Complex, joining the otai gang for a cricket net practice (or simply netting).
Wow, it’s been a while since I engaged myself in bowling and batting. Hampir juga semput, but I managed.
Late that afternoon, we’re invited by the nice lady I met in Holland to her beautiful bungalow at Section 11 PJ (a walking distance to UH). There’s something familiar with the look of her husband.
Who was this gentleman?
What I didn’t tell you is that, when we met up again in the restaurant in Amsterdam, I did said something (nice) like this to her.
‘Kak F, I bet that your own spaghetti recipe is much better than the one that you’re eating now.’
‘Quite true (eh, boleh tahan jugak cik kakak ni!), but my mee udang is the best.’
So that afternoon, she served us (together with her other ‘Holland’ friends) mee udang and a host of other nice delicacies. If not because of my wife, I would have asked for the third serving of that mee udang.
The splendid jemput udang (fried together with corn) and the crème brûlée, really spoilt me.
In between the good food and all, there’s these conversation by the ladies.
‘How nice these lacquered lapik pinggan?’
‘Ohh, these ... I bought them in Ho Chi Minh city. Remember these rose petals, they costs 5 euros each in Amsterdam.’
‘This lovely crystal costs me just 300 euros, it’s a bargain in Venice. See my name engraved by the person who made it. It somehow matches my new chandelier and the whole ambience of our newly refurbished house.’
‘What did your husband bought you in Amsterdam?’ Kak F suddenly asked my dear wife. Dah sudah!
‘Er, nothing of these sorts.’
I did bought lots of chocolates, some make-up accessories, t-shirts etc. Hey, don’t expect me to buy lapik pinggan?
Then they talked about shopping in London, Paris, Bandung (why Bandung?), Beijing. OMG ... my wife is watching, listening and learning fast.
Until now, I still don’t understand why these craves for shopping (shopoholic, ladies any comment?).
I hate shopping (except for my own stuff la).
When I was traveling to and fro to KK, every time my wife always pesan something. Tikar Sabah la, pearl this, pearl that, puah kumbah. There’s a nice place for shopping these sort of thing called the Filipino Market. It has more that 50 shops selling more or less the same product.
Know what, I just go to one shop (normally near the entrance) and buy everything there.
Just after we had eaten to our fill, we moved on to the lounge, only then I realised that kak F’s husband is a famous composer (actually I’m sparing the details, as it’s quite embarrassing to me as to how I found it out). Anyway, I remember that I really liked one of his songs back in my teens, and now in Sinar FM.
I even wrote the lyrics in my diary when I was a teenager.
Penantian
Berapa lama mesti kunanti
Sinar cahaya matamu
Gemerlap bagai bintang
Menghiasi malam
Malam yang menutup diriku
Berapa lama perlu kutunggu
Lontaran suara dari bibirmu
Memecah hening taman
Taman syurgawi
Pada sebuah hati yang sepi
Penantian suatu siksa
Yang tidak tertanggung
Oleh tubuhku yang kering dan layu
Kepastian suatu penawar
Dalam suka dan duka
Yang meniti hidupku
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