I Can Has Cheezcake
Last Friday was an exhausting one, Miin attacking moi left, right, and center to settle all those darn requests and reports and audits and tickets and closing them… and I had that sudden urge to enjoy a piece of cheesecake. What I got instead was a wedding invitation.
M invited moi to join him for his friend’s brother’s wedding at Shah Alam on Saturday. Both excited and at the same time panicking as we would be carpooling with three of his friends. As long as he’s with moi the whole time throughout the event, I’d be good.
Mum was like, quite the supportive with caution – I distracted her maternal instinct with the Beautiful Life drama I downloaded. “Balik awal… esok you ade class!” Aww, Mum… aww iTM!!!
M: There’s a change of plan… last minute I have to be the — (one of those roles in the wedding, turned out it was a anak Dato’s wedding and Rahim Thamby Chik was there), so for the first fifteen, twenty minutes or so, I will not be with you.
Moi: It’s okay. I’ll look after myself.
Somewhat at certain times, I wasn’t really paying attention to what he said or explained because I just don’t bother. I just like talking to him because he has that voice, that accent and it’s 110% in English. There are some Japanese or French words he threw in, which of kross I really like. More often than not, he corrected my pronunciation and perfected my French. Ooh la la.
So I met the other three friends of his – a couple and a guy. Turned out the girl was my coursemate at Lendu and we turned instantly close. We even held hands throughout the wedding (she was going through hard times which is happening simultaneously with the wedding), okay, that M noticed it and keep telling the coursemate’s boyfriend, “I want to hold hands too!”
Usually being instantly close with another girl I just met would irked me, and silently I would have different thoughts about her. But not this time. I was… feeling-less. Layan je. I wasn’t feeling icky or overdosed, I just think she’s nice. And her future sisters-in-law (insya Allah) were supernice with moi too. Basically knowing the moi last time, I would have something popped up yang unnecessary. But not that night. I just thought that, even though M were busy running here and there with his walkie talkie and over-tall songkok (and that he looks good in the turquoise baju Melayu Johor – I told him so and he knows how to returned a praise 
), I really had a really good time at the wedding. Again, on my own.
M: All of a sudden the sisters are really nice to me… I think you did something lea, Suraya.
Oh ye ke…? Not bad, they’re already inviting moi to the house for Raya. I felt sooo honoured.
M: Wait til you meet my sisters… baru kenal satu hari dah peluk-peluk.
Okayyy, let’s meet your sisters lah ;-p
Sister 2: When I saw Kak Suraya, I was like, when did Aunty arrived, and why is she so nice to you?
The coursemate explaining to moi: Sister 2 thinks you looked like their Aunty, and their aunty is very pretty.
Moi: Okayyy, thank you. (hahahahahaha – come on, sekarang berlambak je young women yang dah jadi aunt, okay… sebab kakak-kakak or abang-abang diorang dah gatal sangat nak kahwin cepat).
We went home around 10.30 (?) and M put on the mix CD that I previously pointed out to M while waiting for the coursemate. The mix CD was actually made for him by his sister and she has great taste — she got that song from Me vs High Heels that I really like. The coursemate’s boyfriend was requesting for Buble and M put it on… I don’t know the title of that song but I was sooo layan-ing the drive home with it in the background. We camwhored inside the car as well… not bad, eh, this company? The fun is as closed as to how it was when being with the girls before Roha’s wedding (I am sooo sentimental right now, I’m missing Roha so much even though we did have lunch just now ;-p).
So M sent the couple home first, and the three of us headed to the other guyfriend’s place. When we arrived, M was making one of those meeting calls and from the words I gathered, the crews and including that guyfriend where we are parking in front of his house at that moment, are supposed to meet in half an hour at some place.
Guyfriend: So, we’re gonna have to send Suraya first lah before we go.
M was mumbling to himself. Haha, I was superfuming inside. Aku nak alone dengan M, kau pulak nak suruh dia hantar aku dulu. Then I caught myself, saying inside, this is what you’ll get if you’re with M. Always unavailable. So of course lea my response then was…
Moi: It’s okay, just send me home first… takkan you dah hantar ni and then nak patah balik? Let’s just head to Kelana Jaya and drop me then you guys can head to the meeting terus. I’m alright.
Guyfriend: Or you want to come along, eh, Suraya?
Moi: Can’t, I have classes tomorrow.
M: I would like to have some time alone with her… it’s okay, I’ll pick you up later after I send her.
Guyfriend: I’ll drive myself there, then, it’s alright.
Hahahahaha…
On the drive home, M profusely apologized for he thinks he broke his promise of not being with me (takkan lea aku nak obvious sangat to say ‘NO!!!’ when M asked whether I would mind that Sister 2 wants to sit next to the girls instead of her own mother – gossip calls – which means taking M’s place beside moi?), and that there was no cheesecake available. I played my strength and just tell him that he can keep his promise the next time we go out and he could get me the cheesecake some other time. I reaaally like his response, “I am looking forward to it.” Then we talked about food, I told him I make killer caramel pudding (that was the dessert at the wedding), and he told me he do a kickass spaghetti sauce because I find spaghetti ultra-boring.
In truth, I was glad to see this side of him. The kind of friends that he has, the bond he has with them and with their families… and that he is actually a really nice guy since the coursemate says the same thing about him that he talked about himself to me (which I initially just listened but don’t buy).
The one darn mistake that I made was, I intended to praise him for a being an attentive brother but it came out superwrong because my exact words were…
“I wish I had an older brother like you…”
OOOOOOOOOO
MMMMMMMMMM
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