Okeh, so we were on the commuter. We arrived at KL Sentral. Guess what, with a lot of people came out from the train, he confidently walked out as well. Initially he was blocking people from coming out from the comuter, then he went out, I thought he just wanna let people who wanted to go down to go down first, when he actually went out because he thought that KL Sentral was the station we were supposed to go down at. Well he was just back from a 5 years life in Langkawi, what do you expect?
He walked straight to the nearest lift, I had to embarrass myself calling him in the middle of the crowd so he would turn back and step into the train. With a red embarrass face he stepped in back. We went down at the next station,
Kuala Lumpur
, near the major Post Office building.
I didn’t intend to join the crowd actually. I don’t even like to be in a large crowd (that explains why I rarely go to see a movie or concerts). I was just going to see my second younger brother participating in the volunteer performance for Merdeka at Dataran Merdeka. He was supposed to be in the group who performed the singing with different colors of shirt they wear to create our national flag look on the dataran stand at the edge of one of the main road in front of Mahkamah Tinggi.
Well as you guess, we didn’t make it on time. Filling in the gaps, I suggested us to go up the Mahkamah Tinggi’s building to have views from a higher place and watch the celebration. It was full of police forces guarding the entrance, but somehow we manage to slipped in, hahahaha J we sneaked in slowly and found our ways up to the second level. There was nothing much to watch though as the main performances has ended and people started to move out from the place. He took my picture there and that was the ugliest face I ever gave in a photo. With the hot sun behind my back, I was sweating head to toe, oily face, and a photographer with straight expressionless yet funny look, whose can be pretty in the picture…
Then we head straight to Kotaraya to take the bus straight back to Subang Jaya. We stopped at McDonald’s to have some burgers and light chat. On the bus, he interrogated me deeply (well I’ve just broke up with my third boyfriend so you can imagine the mood) that I failed to keep the change in my face. I didn’t answer all questions in details but he can guess the answers. For all I know he has just broken up with his girl as well just a few days before I did. What a pleasant coincident, shall I say? Erkkk… that’s so mean…
I thought of just go back straight home, then somehow in the middle of the way I thought well it is not a bad idea to stop at Sunway Pyramid fist. After all it’s a public holiday and there’s still time until late evening before I should just end my day in the bed doing nothing. So we went and played bowling at the second floor. The worse part was when he actually took picture of my back throwing the ball on the lane. Guess what? That picture, which was supposed to record a great moment of happiness and my style of throwing the ball, turned out to be the most humiliating photo ever taken from a guy! It shows me bending and my underwear’s line shows so clear with lighting courtesy by Sunway Pyramid Bowl!!!!
Of course I lose the game……pheeewww….
Then we headed to Starbucks and hung out there for few hours having Mocha Ice Blended+whipped cream large size and a slice of blueberry cheese cake; and chatting about ourselves (how romantic and cool…. J ) By that time I have found comfort in having him as a company. We discovered our similarities in our interest and family issues. It was a great first date I had with him, just a simple chilling day spent with great memories and feelings with him.
That day 31st August then became our anniversary every year, where we will make time to go out and spent our time just about anywhere sit and realize the year we shared and developed together, the thick and thin, laughters and cries, success and challenges, well everything.
It sounds so perfect but don’t worry it was not that perfect. The four years we had consist of all sweet and bitter experiences. The process of getting to know someone is definitely not an easy thing. The expectations and hopes sometimes we set without notice always become the challenges that sometimes end up with fight, hurt and pain.
But nevertheless that has never been reasons for us to give up on our relationship. I had made him cry a lot of time because of my inconsideration attitude and so did he. I had made him written me sad letters saying goodbyes and wanna go far away from me so he will not be hurt anymore.
He made me cry many times when he was just sincerely want to share his stories about his study and her female friends in the class so he will never hide anything from me.
So many times we have to listen and see what we do not want to see in each other selves, the ugly part of us. He kentut in front of me all the time, I burped loudly in public in front of him (of course you should always avoid doing that so often 
but welll yeaaaahhhh….)
The fact is, love is perfect only if we accept imperfections. To be truth to our feelings and what we want in the relationship, what one needs from the other and not only one side to be listened to. To be considerate, give and take, sincere and agree on common grounds. Togetherness in discussing and deciding. Giving in but not giving up. The most important thing is to communicate at all time in all ways.
I sure know that I’m not the best or the most matured or experienced person to talk about love but at least we survive to this level and by the way this is only a blog. Of course we are not the most perfect couple in the world. He always tell me, let’s take a step at a time, so we don’t frustrate ourselves with false hopes. We put our efforts, we pray to Allah for eternity happiness and tawakkal (let him determine the fate and the best outcome). That is a true way to do things, Islam’s way of life.
Nothing is ever sure or permanent in this world, even we will die and our body will return to the earth one day. Even I can’t say that we will definitely be together and die together. But what best we can do is to do the level best in whatever we do so we don’t have too many regrets our lives. Not to try the best but do the best!
There’s a say: “work hard in life as if you are living your life for another thousand years and pray to Allah hard as if you are going to die tomorrow”
For all couples in the world, husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, fiancés, bestfriends, brothers and sisters, parents and children, bosses and staffs, I pray to Allah, may true love always win its way out and be eternal to everyone who appreciates it. And may the love be the reason to unite us all in different ways and beliefs everywhere, everyway and all the time until the The Final Day.
With that I end my second part of my simple chilling love story. Another Kopi O please….
