I actually want to write a decent post but I was caught up reading a blog from A to Z, and it's already too late!
Anyway, just a quick one.
As you know, I had an accident a few weeks ago. Also, my car was smashed and I was nearly robbed one year ago.
Because of this unfortunate events, I've had people suggesting to me to sell the car and buy a new one.
First reason is, this is my first car and I don't use it that often. The mileage is minimal so, it'll be my loss if I were to sell the car.
Secondly, it is the last thing that Father helped me to purchase before he passed away. I remember how we had to wait for a few months just because he wanted me to have the family's plate number. He also witnessed the night the robbers terrorized me. (Sometimes, I wish he would just shoot them bastards.)
Basically, the car really means a lot to me. I don't care if it will end up as my 'kereta pergi pasar', as long as it's there. We could always buy a new one, right?
Besides, I don't believe in luck, especially bad ones.
I notice a similar thing between the two incidents. I was wearing baju kurung!
I don't consider myself as someone who wears baju kurung rarely, but one of my bosses once pointed out to me.
Boss: Eh, hi. This is the first time I see you in baju kurung.
Me: (Shocked) Really? I've worn it before! (Defensive)
The first time, when the two guys hit me, I was so shaken that I went to sleep sobbing. You know, that's the time when you start to think the worst thing that could have happened. Not only traumatized, I was also beating myself up because supposedly, the first thing that should have come to my mind, was the Shahadah.
During the recent incident, I am glad that I remembered God. Although not immediately, but that's an improvement from the last time. If I were to die, at least I won't regret my last words.
I've had two near-deaths experiences but I am still tudungless. Insaflah, Ectopy!!!
Last but not least, regarding me forcing my husband to eat...Hehe. I guess, it's not so much of me wanting to punish him, but more of him following my orders.
It's actually the fact that he listened to me and did not reciprocate my anger that made me forgive him. Can you imagine if he started to scold me back?
The argument would have been definitely extended and uglier.
So, to guys out there, now you know what we, women, want.
Sometimes, it's nice if you make us feel like a Goddess once in a while.
It works for me!
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