This entry is overdue. Why did I
say that? Supposedly this entry should have been written and posted earlier.
Reasons for delaying this post? Simply because it’s worth the wait. And might
be because I’m observing more and more about the subject of this entry.
Egy Azziera H.
She would want to be known as
that.
Don’t call her Eggy, Aggy or even
Agy. She hates that. (Came to knowledge about this when I stalked her blog :p)
Have to say, the way we met is
something that I can’t ever imagine or thought of. Some would want to meet
their life partners while doing something they love such as scuba diving,
hiking or anything else. Not when you’re at the staircases watching a helpless
beautiful woman trying to lift her heavy luggage. <- I didn’t expect this though.
But hey, don’t have to worry on that. He, the Creator, knows best. If He says
that I’ll meet the one there, then so be it.
And so, the love story begins.
Now, after months of courting and
series of getting-to-know-each-other dates, we’ve decided to make it official.
To make it halal. To make her my zaujah.
The ummi of my unborn child, Luke and
Leia (whatever their names will be in the future). The friend that I can talk
to whenever I need someone. The friend that I can lean my head on her shoulder.
The friend that will be there for me always, calming me down with her comfort
words and touches. And most importantly, the one who will always love me and
the one whom I shall cherish, insya Allah, for the rest of my life.
The idea of marriage has never
cross my mind before, or least before I meet her. I have this idea of focussing
on my DPA for this one year when I accepted the offer. Never slip in my mind to
find someone and settling down. But He is the Almighty. He decides that I
shouldn’t be alone, again, this year. So I’m thankful for this blessing.
Coming back to the subject of
this entry.
She has dark black eyes. Back
then, I used to be ‘malu-malu kucing’ to look into her eyes. The nervousness
you get when you stare into the person that you like at that moment. The
current situation -> she would be the one who lost the stare-into-my-eyes
contest. I don’t know whether she did that on purpose or my eyes are too sexy
for her. Kidding on that. Fine, next time I’ll let her win. *giggles*
She is determined and supportive.
I can only give one example on this. The urge to run, run and run. She would
persuade me to go out for a jog every evening, without fail. 30 minutes per day
is enough, she said. I still remember the first time we entered the 5k fun run
at PJ few months back. We decided to run together. I was trying to prove to her
that I could do this 5k run. Though it was very challenging (no proper exercise
was conducted due to laziness), I managed to complete it. But what amazed me
the most was her never ending supports during the run. She would say, “sikit
lagi, sikit je lagi” to me every time I feel like giving up. Knowing me,
running isn’t one of my interests. But slowly, I’m started to liking this
activity.
She is focussed and meticulous. When
she’s given a task, she wants to do it on her own. Her own ways of dealing with
it. I remember this one conservation, whereby we were talking about her post as
the Secretary of the cadets, she mentioned that she wanted to have her own
methods and approaches when it comes to reporting and paper writing. Even when
it comes to our preparation for marriage, she has put 160% of commitment and
dedication to that. I feel assured knowing that she has taken care of
everything. Her quick actions and wits have made me at ease. She likes to do
that, I think. Especially to me.
She is thoughtful and generous.
Where to start about this? BOOST! She knows that I’m a choc lover. I would
require one or two Boost every week for stress reliever. She would, without
forcing, buy me these Boost every time we stop by the gas station. I, for one,
am happy for having choc to satisfy my needs and for having someone who
understand my situation. In another situation, I love having both hot and ice
milo in my meals. Often times, she would advise me to avoid having them during
meal time. And often times also, I didn’t listen to it (sorry sayang). From time
to time, she reminded me about it. “Minum air kosong je wak”, she told me. So
right now, I’m beginning to drink a lot of mineral water and less of milo. But
she, being so generous, would allow me to drink milo, occasionally. I
understand the reason behind this is to ensure that I don’t get illness such
diabetes and maintain a good body.
I’ll stop here for now.
Part two pasti menyusul, that’s for
sure. Hehehe.
Thanks for reading hopeisabeautifulthing
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