I knew the man many years before the marriage. He is a lot of things except a romantic. I relented. Given up a long time ago on that score. However, the day I turned 32, this man surprised me. Not so much words written, everything was a tad quiet on my birthday. He came back from work early while his mates were still golfing. Read his papers, played with his son and ignored me (what’s new, really?).
As dinner time approached, he told me quietly: “Let’s have dinner, just the two of us.” Okay, lets! (excitedly screaming inside my head). He drove up the windy hill of Taman TAR and pulled over at the curb of Tamarind Spring. He hold my hands along the pathway leading to the restaurant. Everything was quiet and mild, like the man himself.
But during the dinner, we talked… that was when I noticed the sparkle in his eyes – just like those nights when we were counting stars at Pulau Perhentian. At this point I knew: He is, and will always be the rock that supports me through the test of time. Ah, what the hell – I love you, you know so.