“He can make me smile, can’t he?”. I used to asked that question.

“He can make me happy, can’t he?”. That is the question I constantly struggle to imposed that on him. A person cannot and should not impose other people the impression that the other person give to the person that impose the idea first. A tongue twist.

It has been a long time since I wrote anything in this dusty blog of mine. So I am a bit agitated into finishing an entry.

I have only 2 love relationship that I can remember. It is the last boyfriend and the other is my current, which turns out to be my current husband. He shall be piss off if he reads this…..hahhaha. Both are so different yet so near to me. And both, had me, asking myself both questions. Though only the latter manage to give the answer. And as simple as that is why I remember my current boyfriend and dumped my former boyfriend.

The thing I want to share with others about this silly comment on my husband is that I want people to know how much I loved him so. My dear husband is ore kampong. He has no plans to be a Prime Minister, nor to be a millionaire and even to have a BMW or a Grand Livina. He’s a complacent person. It is a blessing for him to have a shelter on top his head, a place to sleep, food to eat, clothes to wear and a car to go to work. That is the humbleness that makes me smile and laugh hysterically, though sometimes it really ticks me off.

As simple as he can be, he’s attitude towards things are executed. This is the recent  example, “Abang, this can’t be right kan? That person is a poor guard, but he’s convicted to statutory rape, must be he’s girlfriend is a minor and still insist they have sex, that’s why he got that sentence, though it’s probable it was consented”.  And he goes, “Oh, but he got kantoi, so they send him to jail”. As simple as that, and there I was blabbering. Simple minded eh?

There were times I wished he wasn’t like who he is. I want  him to be the successful man, an icon, a public figure a philanthropist. But that dream crashes when I saw him wearing the sarong, his favorite sarong. Even my aunt asked me, “Abang awak rajin pakai kain ye? Dah tua ke”. There is a good point there, he’s old in his mind.

Yet despite the not so good comment I made of him, I find him the only person able to make me smile in ways he’ll never say it but always and never stop showing it.

He’s always the one who came home early than me. He cooks for me, wash the clothes (With washing machine la…), picks me up from work, buys groceries, and even shopped my personal women thingy for me. He made my resume, cuts my hair, buys me milk, vitagen, shower gel and soap (though he doesn’t use them and because he’s lactose intolerant) and always, always the one who tuck me (and now our baby too) to bed. And that’s his daily and weekly routine. Never a sigh nor complain from him for the past 2 years of our marriage. Though now, (because we moved to a new place,) he travels 40 minutes daily and another 40 minutes home, he never fails to do the same thing, daily.

It’s not the chores he made for me but I always wonder if it was somebody else, would that person do the same for me? I answered never. He might not be that handsome man nor that rich guy nor that hunk, but the things he do for us, his family, is so much for me to ask for other people to do. And yet he does it, because he loves doing it for us. And I know he’s always tired, but still never a sigh nor complain uttered.

The other night, I asked him, what if he did went to US to further study and did not meet me? He said we will meet. I said again, “That’s why la you didn’t go anywhere, it’s because you need to meet me first”, and he said, “Oh, betullah kalo jodoh tak ke mana. Patutla saya rasa kaya sekarang”. And I almost cried, because I know materially, we don’t own anything.

And now I always asked myself, this one time only, would I ever stop smiling for him? Never.

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