Text I received from the fam on the day I turned 30: Continue Reading
My birthday was coming. A few days before the day, Reza kept asking where we should go for dinner. I didn’t have time to really think about it. Continue Reading
So I brought Asna to her favorite makan place in our neighborhood when she came home a few weeks ago.
There was hardly any patrons there so late in the afternoon, except couples.
After we sat down, I said to her:
“If you were still high schooling in Bukit Jelutong, this will be the place you go on dates.”
Suddenly she was like… shy.
“I’m still single, by the way.”
LOLOLO this was coming out of nowhere!
“What do you mean still single? Are you not supposed to be single?”
Then we spoke about the boys at school.
This time she comes home, I asked her the question in front of Mama.
“So are you still single?”
Mama joined the conversation.
“Why would you not be single?! Tak payah ada boyfriend lah, boys are gross!”
Then Asna argued:
“Tapi when Mama was at MRSM, Mama yang cari.”
A thing Mama did when we first sent Asna to boarding school was to scan the kids at school to see if there were any good looking ones yang boleh buat calon menantu LOLOLOL. Asna quoted what Mama said:
“Siapa boleh jadi calon Asna?”
Asna reminded Mama of what she said again.
“Jadi macam Cikyong, cari dekat sekolah.”
Which is true. I remember Mama thinking of the possibility that Asna could end up finding a good partner in school like I did that in the car while we were touring the school. This was even repeated during dinner conversations later.
As time progressed, if Asna mentioned of any boys she asked if he’s good looking, his grades and rank in the batch, where he lives etc. and advised her what to look for.
Now, “Boys are gross!” pulak.
Walau apapun I know Asna will have a hard time being not single if it doesn’t meet Mama’s requirements hohoho.
OMG can you believe I just wrote about Asna and her single status like it’s even something!
I was driving home and slowed down at one of the major roundabouts at Bukit Jelutong. The car beside me also slowed down and after that the window of the passenger seat of the car was wound down.
From a glimpse, I can see a makcik bertudung besar in large glasses and big sleeves, sticking her head out of the window, shouting at me with wild hand gestures I didn’t clearly see. Macam nak cari gaduh.
So I thought:
“Apa pulak ni…”
It was only when the car took over me that I saw who it really was.
It was Asna, who was returning home for her long break, wearing her wide MRSM tudung bawal and baggy uniform and large round-framed eyeglasses accentuating her round face, shouting from the car to get my attention -_-
Sigh. How makcik you have grown.
Reza wanted to get me something after he got his bonus earlier this year. He asked me if I wanted to upgrade my wedding ring i.e. get a bigger stone, which initially shocked me because it was ridiculously generous of him… but then I figured that he must have forgotten how diamonds cost. I told him I was okay if he got me something else. To make it easy, he told me to think about what I wanted and let him know. Continue Reading
Asna is very protective of Reza but when she sees him not “behaving”, she has no qualms about making her remarks.
I was explaining to Reza the different kinds of sugars and the ones we needed to avoid. I was sitting on the floor beside the bed, reading my book, while he, lying on the bed. Think he got bored so he terlelap.
Asna, who was sitting on the bed and also listening, took notice of Reza and said:
“Oi don’t sleep. Listen to your wife’s lecture!”
Reza, dari terlelap, blurted out, “What!!!”
Buka puasa at the round table, sitting between Reza and Asna. Asna braided my hair towards the end of dinner, then she stood up and showed the result to Reza.
“Look, Abang Reza!”
Reza said the same thing he says whenever Asna kacau me:
“Why are you harassing my wife?”
Asna (who was not harassing me this time) sentap because she was accused of harassing me:
“I’m not harassing her! I’m braiding her hair!”
Then out of nowhere, she said:
“I’m her sister! My darjat is higher than yours!”
“You’re just her husband… yang sah!”
Then she stopped talking because I think she realized she’s not making much sense.
Mama and everyone else was like “???”
About to have dinner, we were waiting for everyone else to come down. Reza was scrolling his social media feeds at the living room.
I whispered to Asna somehting I made up:
“Abang Reza’s checking out hot chicks on Instagram.”
Her face was like, “Serious?”
Then she marched and took a seat beside Reza, peeking into his phone.
“So… whatchu doin’?”
She attempted to spy LOLOLOLOLOL.
“Cikyong says you’re checking out pictures of hot chicks.”
From that distance, Reza looked at me and whispered:
“What the ****?”