the love story

Before he left, he sat by his bed, reloading the credit to his phone. I said, "Afis wajib sms Kak Yang tau. Dah reload ni. Jangan buang credit sms orang lain". He smirked.


That night, as he reached Kuala Krai, he sent me a message. "Hye, how your life going since i 'balik kampung'?


I didn't reply. One, because I was still doubting the fact that the message was for me. Second, I was still digesting the fact that it comes from my slightly obese 12 year old baby brother.


I took the liberty to reply only tonight. "Hi .... My life is boring since u 'balik kampung'. U sudah makan? Are u having fun?"


He replied, "Not really enjoyable because you two are not coming ... TT_TT". I know the last few alphabets read a smiley face but my cheap substitute handphone couldn't read it. He was refering to me and my 15 year old sister Afiqah who couldn't join the trip back to Kelantan.


So I said, "Aww... Well, u can enjoy being the only child to mama and abah".


And then it came in, "No.. i dont enjoy it...i feel somewhat lonely...anyway, why you replying me so late?...i sms u last night..."


At this moment, I was in tears and smiles. I know Afiqah saw it. I was taken aback by my brother's good english, but most of all, his soft side, the side that loves me and treating me as if I'm his girlfriend. The thing I wanted most, his devotion in this special sacred bond we've created ever since he was born. At this moment, I didn't know whether to be wanting him to grow up, or just be the adorable (but slightly obese) baby brother to me.


The only reply I can give was, "I the takde credit la. Hehehe. Got psp also lonely ke?"


and he started talking how boring his strategy game was and how he is actually waiting for dinner. it ended there and he got tired in replying my messages.


but I know, deep inside he misses me. and I misses him. and God knows how much I love him.

He'll always be this small for me, no matter how old he'll grow up to be.

Afis in 1997. My cute deer caught in headlights.

And to amuse you guys, I've gotten a little something from IKEA. You won't find this special item in the catalogue book.

Just for MYR 315, you get a cutely whacked friend.

See, nowadays, you can buy a friend. I met up with Ary and later met with Farah at The Curve. Farah wanted to actually give back the sling bag she borrowed from me for her Christmas company trip to Rome last December 25th. I told her, I missed her more than I miss my bag. Even though I've met her a couple of times already since she got back from Rome on January 3rd.


Yeah. Despite everything else, I should be merry. At least I got a few who still loves me if one person chose not to.