Now I know what happens when you over-indulge and eat too much cake in one sitting - you get sick to your stomach. After a quesy spell that lasted long enough after my stomach forcefully purged the offender, I found it to be remarkably easy to develop strong aversion for the cake which used to be my big favorite. Its amazing how profound your memory of your favorite foods floating in the toilet bowl in their full digested state can be.
But I assure you its only a temporary setback coz I really like eating cakes especially when they are eaten for special occasion.
There's a particularly good reason why I gorged the way I did. It was my wedding anniversary yesterday. Just when I thought it was another plain day yesterday, he went and surprised me with his wonderful gesture. I just feel loved!
Unknowingly to me, the husband took a day off from his work and bought a black forest cheesecake from La Manila. How sweet. It was just a simple cake with no special written words on it. No candles on top to blow out either. Don't you just love cakes at La Manila? For the uninitiated, La Manila cakes are super hugh, less sugary and very filling.
That morning as usual, he was ready to go to work in his full working attire. After he left, I continued with my usual routine with the house chores, the kids and by 12.30pm, my two girls have already left for school. So there were just me and little junior left in the house. By this time, I heard a car coming into the porch and it was him. He came out from the car carrying a big red box that looked like a cake box and by then I knew it too well.
'..ehh...kata ada meeting ngan client pagi nih. kensel ke?..'
' I dah suruh orang lain pegi. Ambik cuti ari ni....' and he smirked at me with that cheeky look of his.
'..yee ke? apa tuh?..' I asked pretending not to know.
'...kek kita larr...kan ke ari ni dah 10 tahun kita kawen!..he quipped.
That's when it hit me.
'...eh diam tak diam dah 10 tahun kita kawen ek? tak sangka buah cempedak dah jadik nangka...' I replied.
'...yelah...dari slim mlim dah jadik tong dram...mestilah tak sangka ek...' he jokingly answered.
That's so typical of him saying those kind of words. Not that I'm sulking or what but that's who he is. He's not the kind of man who'd whisper sweet nothings to your ears and bring presents to make your day happy. But I know deep deep down in that 'brutal' heart of his, he loves me and me loving him back.
We are not perfect couple. We don't call each other sayang or darling like most romantic couples do. We talk like best friends talk. Sometimes when we feel like it, we act like kids ourselves and have a good laugh over it. We've had some pillow fights just for the fun of it. Racing up and down the stairs together. Or when we're in our adult mode while washing dirty dishes we converse just about everything, his work and the kids' progress together. And I can fart the loudest and foulest comfortably around him and likewise and we'd break into hearty giggles. Except that we don't do that plop thing together in the toilet...hehe.
* So enough of this babbling and to Mr KC, its been jolly good fun having you as my husband. I'm so honoured to be your wife. Here's to 100 years more! Happy 10th anniversary to us, dahling!
