sha: oranges and...a boyfriend part 2

Matahari
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* This is not a story of Jack Bass. *

I have never told him that I loved him. We have been together for quite sometime and we never went out anywhere far aside from my parents' house. I guess, we had to give that option up because we were both too tired from work. Working odd hours sapped our strength on weekends, so most of the time we would settle down for a movie and a quiet dinner.

That week, we had a day extra. Monday was a bank holiday in UK. Therefore, we have decided to have one day holiday in Malaysia's UK. Oooopppss...not Ulu Kelang! We called it UK because of the weather but realistically that place was Malaysia's Las Vegas. Folks, pick a guess...?

Yes, you're right! We went to Genting Highlands. Since I had this problem with travelling (I told you about my vomitting problem), he kept on talking while driving.

"Sayang, kenapa sayang selalu muntah time travel? Sayang, kalau kita pergi Kedah nanti, you nak plastik berapa? Sayang, kalau you muntah, you basuh mulut tak? Sayang, you suka mangga ke orange? Sayang, bila boleh you decide you nak kawen dengan I?"

He kept asking questions because he knew that his girlfriend was a chatterbox. Since I had to answer his questions, I would definitely focused on his questions and forgot about my anxiety. This consequently caused me not to vomit at all.

The moment my face turned blue, he made sure the window was opened. Then, he fed me with the oranges. Luckily the car was automatic, so he didn't have to switch gears. He managed to drive safely while attending to me. A good driver as my boyfriend - just what I need.

I mean, he was the one and only who could stand vomitting. I was like Fumiko in the film The Replacement; I couldn't do anything when it came to the urge of throwing up. He knew that very well because when I was on my menses, I would vomit. He didn't have to ask me, "Sayang period ke?" The moment he saw me vommitting, he would ask, "Merah dah ke?" I had once asked him whether he was uncomfortable with my delicate condition - he said, "Practicelah, nak buat lagu mana. Besok kalau mai Kedah, you mabuk jugak."

Yes, I had no luck of finding someone from the same hometown. He was from Alor Setar.

* Note:

He can speak this Bahasa Kuala Lumpur in the office but he would change to his northern accent when he was speaking to me. "Practice," he said.

That was just great:

I practiced to learn nothern accent and he practiced to cope with my ability to throw up:)

When we reached the theme park, he was so excited and he couldn't stopped grinning. I smiled at him with my blue face. So, when he took a ride on a roller coaster,I sat at the bench and watched him while eating oranges.

When I felt okay, we took the ride together.

But, I couldn't stand the Solero Shot. He was enjoying himself for the sixth times before he came over and spoke to me.

"Taknak cuba?" he asked.

"Taknak," I replied.

"Best tau. Rugi. It's okay, I'll hold you," he grinned. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. His grin was getting broader.

"B...I nak naik tu," I said while pointed to the amusement ride in front of the Solero Shot.

"Apa tu?" he asked me dumbly.

"Matahari."

"Yelah, itu apa?" I knew he was testing me.

"Ferris Wheel. Macam dekat funfair. Nama dia Matahari," I said firmly while looking at him sharply.

"Hehehe. Cakaplah Ferris Wheel. Tadi khabaq nak naik tu, nak naik matahari...mana boleh!"

"Kerek!" I pinched him.

"Jom?" I asked.

"Errr...you naik sorang boleh tak?" he said.

"B...I taulah tadi I tak teman you. Balas dendam ke?"

"Daaakkk aiihhh...mana ada. I takut. Betoi!"

"Don't tell me you're scared after going through all these dangerous rides!!!" I was unsatisfied.

"I'm not lying. Seriously. I didn't even get on Ferris Wheels in Funfair. I was scared and I'm still scared, sayang..." he said softly.

I sulked.

Then I went to Matahari to get a ride. Alone.

When I wanted to get into one of the cages, I felt someone behind me.

"Cik Adik tak muntah ke naik ni. Lupa bawak oren?" a familiar voice was whispering in my ear.

It was him. And I ignored him.

"Sayang...this is going to be a huge sacrifice, okay! I brought your oranges. This time, you have to feed me. Not the other way around!"

I smiled.

"Okay B...fine," I said while feeding him.

He opened his mouth but his eyes were close.

"Bukaklah mata, B..." I cajoled him into opening his eyes.

"Taknak."

"Bukaklah..."

"That tone is not going to work this time, honey!"

"B...I yang penakut pun bukak mata. Takkan you tak boleh."

He opened his eyes and he screamed,

"Tingginyaaaaaaa!!!"

My eyes were nearly popped out from the socket because he was too loud! Everyone was looking at us.

"Please...benda ni lembab, tinggi. Kalau laju, I okay. Kalau lembab, I tak okay!"

"Okay...okay...tutuplah mata," I said.

The first round was over.

"B...." I called him.

"Ya. Cakap jelah. Jangan suruh I bukak mata sudah."

"B...I have something to tell you..."

"Kita cakap kemudian boleh ? I tunggu habis je ni, sayang. Kejap lagi boleh?"

"B...sekarang..." I used my charming voice.

"Apa dia? Cakap...I dengar."

"B...I'm in love with you."

My voice was slow. That was my first time. I was not generous in saying those words, you see. He started to complain about being the only one who were saying things.

Then his eyes were flicking and they opened slowly. Those were the smallest eyes I've ever seen. Talk about One Malaysia. His Chinese genes were showing its effect physically even though his name and his accent are totally Malay.

Those small eyes were filled with tears.

They looked straight into my small eyes which filled with tears too.

Both of us were...SEPET.

Then he gave me a wicked boyish grin. I looked down and smiled shyly at him.

"Sayang...you just made me the happiest man today," he said softly. That was the most romantic tone he ever used to me!

Yippiiiiiieeee...

I just realised that he was not closing his eyes anymore. He couldn't take his eyes off me while we were going through the third round.

Ferris Wheel was fun.

And magical.

I finally said it to him.

He deserved it.

Now you know how I got the name of this blog:)