Indeed I am.
I am blessed probably because I had great grandparents. And parents. That thought me a lot of things especially about good manners and such.
Particularly my mom who thought and showed me what high amount of patience can blossom in to.
I am privileged to have gone to Chinese school and have Chinese blood runs through my veins. Sans the mata sepet. But still some find it adorable. So I’m flattered. And lucky undeniably.
Turns out yesterday, i didn’t bake a single cupcake and didn’t get the chance to go Jalan Kenanga. Went to see future MIL with Ikmal, he sacrificed his busy chaotic needy office to bring me to the dentistry to see his mom. By the time I was there I can’t talk, so no wedding talk with future MIL. The amount of pain is unbearable for me to adhere, honestly I feel like banging the side of my face to the wall!
He was with me the whole time, pacifying me with soothing words to calm me down.
Turns out there are bacterial infection cause by my impacted wisdom tooth. I don’t think it was impacted actually because the tooth came out half way… but anyway I think it may be impacted as the tooth had been there since IDK when so tak kan tak kuar habis lagi after all these while.
I can’t concentrate on the explanation by my future MIL as I was in a huge amount of pain, hence the doubtful in accuracy of my explanation.
After that, Ikmal bring me to Old Town opposite UiTM for brunch, so I can eat those pills his mom gave. Then he dropped me to the workshop where dad’s merc was and then we said our goodbyes.
I reached home around noon, still in pain. Slept for hours, woke up by the sound of him playing with my cats. Decently dressed, I walk out of my room and dinner is served.
He then repeatedly ask me, “you sure nak balik Melaka? Siapa nak jaga u?”
Awwww… u r so sweet honey! You make me feel like a little girl! A lucky little girl!
I just feel like sharing as a little reminder of whom I will be spending the rest of my life with. A person who genuinely, wholeheartedly love me and care for me. My fiancé. My Ikmal.
p/s: jangan muntah darah ye kawan2… I’m not in the mood of wedding talks as the pain only away when I talk about him.