A man who treats his woman like a princess is a proof that he has been born and raised in the arms of a queen

Last day of February. Huwaaa how time flies so fast. Kalau last year counting days for the big day, tahun ni tak ada nak pening-pening kepala nak pikir dah. My dream had come true, hahaha tak tahu la kalau ada dream orang tu tak kesampaian kan hahahahaha gelak jahat!
As usual reason for lack of updates here sebab saya sangat sibuk. Sumpah sibuk! Semalam dengan rasminya selesai proses pindah barang-barang, opppsss bukan pindah rumah tapi pindah office. Naik satu level lagi je. Seriously I had backache after all things done!
Just wanted to share some of the pictures out of million hahaha I got from the photographer last weekend.

Gonna welcome March! Haha it has been almost 3 months being a wife tapi rasa macam dah lama gila kawin boleh??? Hahaha we are looking forward for the honeymoon that have been KIV since we have no more available annual leave last year and off course we're so busy this year. Going for a holiday this coming June, destination rahsia ye hanya yang tahu sahaja tau. Tapi bukan dalam Malaysia, and we're not considering that as honeymoon sebab ada kawan-kawan husband yang follow. So still in planning for the location, time off course. So siapa ada idea boleh la share eh hihihi.

A story worth sharing

4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.

There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child.

With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the 'problem'.... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bed sheet and blanket!

Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation:

"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."

At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.

A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.

However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....

Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practice his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes me proud too!

Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the Christmas spirit is in every passer-by... Christmas carols and frantic shoppers.... but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year. His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy.

My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son's reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."

After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say....

I told my son, "Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldn't help opening the letter before they turn to ash.

And one of the letters broke my heart....

Dear Mummy,

I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well.. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldn't help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why haven't you appear?

After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....

Begin at the beginning and go on, till you come to the end then stop

Hello peeps. Sorry for lack of updates haha nanti orang kata lepas dah kahwin sibuk sangat sampai tak sempat nak update blog. The truth is memang akak busy sangat dengan kerja, aktiviti lepas kerja, balik rumah bukan boleh terus landing macam dulu-dulu yer. Kalau tak masak pun mesti ada kerja nak buat punya baik kat dapur sampai la kat depan haiiisssh menceceh!

Actually lepas kawin jarang sangat pulak weekend dapat duduk rehat kat rumah. Mesti ada program balik kampung hihi takpun berjalan. So this week aktiviti hanya dok kat rumah aje melopong tengok tv hehe. Ehem sejak stay berdua ni, hehe aku rasa macam agak hot sikit sebab channel tv aku ada orang control and comment. Aku dah memang suka tengok horror movie or apa-apa je la cite hantu. But the husband macam tak berapa nak suka end up kang dia macam marah haiiisssh bukan jadi hantu pun kalau tengok cite hantu bang. Balik-balik kang dia cakap ni la orang melayu sikit-sikit buat cerita hantu sikit-sikit kata ada orang bomohkan ada orang santau.

Macam semalam:

Sayang tengok cite apa tu?
Cite apa ntah ni bang.... (padahal taknak bagitau)
Hurrrm balik-balik tengok cite hantu la tu.
(Dah tau lagi tanya hahahaha)

Haa ni aku nak cerita sikit, kalau benda-benda macam tu tak jadi dalam real life kita tak akan ada jalan cerita macam tu. Zaman serba moden sekarang ni lagi banyak orang-orang bodoh dungu yang gunakan cara sihir ni nak mengenakan orang nak dengki khianat kat orang. Jangan cakap benda-benda ni tak wujud sebab masih ada orang-orang kolot otak, senang cakap tak ada pegangan agama yang kuat akan gunakan jin dan syaitan ni untuk dapatkan apa yang diimpikan! Ada okay ada!! Jangan pegang sangatlah cakap zaman dah moden so orang tak main dah bomoh-bomoh. Issh aku malas jer nak bagi contoh secara terang tapi wujud lagi orang-orang bodoh macam ni atas muka bumi yer. Sensitif sikit aku bab-bab macam ni, tapi beringatlah kalau kat dunia mungkin boleh aniaya orang dengan ilmu hitam ni itupun kalau tak dapat balasan cash dari Allah kat dunia, jangan lupa akhirat nanti seksaan Allah itu pasti.

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