One Hour Later

I called my girl one time. She didn't pick up. And a two time. Still she didn't pick up. And then a three time. But still she didn't pick up. What the elf?? Twenty tries. Still none answered.

"Truut truut, truut truut..."
"Hello?"
"Come find me at the Main Hall"
"Truuuuuuuuututututut..."

That was what I got on the 21st try.

I thinkin she's gotta be in danger getting abducted by some motherfuckin aliens or baboons or maybe her car was pulled over by a gang of wack gangsta thugs wannabe right in front of the Main Hall. I grabbed my keys, jumped right on my pimp bike and vrooomed off like I was motherfuckin' Will Smith in I Robot and motherfuckin' Batman in Dark Knight combined. Didn't even have the time to gear up in my batman suit. Damn. I hate to go against villains in my casual lepak-lepak mode tapi nak wat macam mana, emergency beb. My girl was in danger. I might've delayed a few seconds (or minutes or hours) to gear up in proper crime fighting attire of it was your girl tho. What. I'm just being me.

Okayh. So, I parked at the CIMB Bank area. Creeped to the stairs heading to the Main Hall. Scouted the area. I saw my girl's car. But the area around it was clear. No one in sight. Damn. These thugs must be pretty clever. I planned my route carefully using the path behind the Main Hall. This way maybe I'd be able to pull on some Solid Snake neck-twisting melee action on the enemy. I tip toed. I creeped and I peeped. No one would've saw me coming unless you're on the same intellectual level as I'm on. That's how good I am. Freakin' finger lickin'.

Okayh. My girl was in sight facing the other way. I'm pretty sure the thugs are gonna put a gun on my head and blow my brains off if I approached my girl from right in front of her. So I tip toed towards her from behind while scouting the area for the enemy. Damn. They're good. A few steps and now I'm standing behind my girl.

"Whaaaaaat?..."

My girl heard me. She seemed to be shocked. But her level of shockness didn't come even near to my level of shockness at that moment. On the table was a nice mixed red cloth, plates, a wine cup, a bottle of raspberry sparkling juice, spaghetti, spoons, forks, three lit candles, and a giant card with dozens photos of me and her. The card strings glued on to it that spelled "Happy 1st Anni Cayang!".

I just stood there. I didn't know what to do. I guess my sifu Bruce Wayne didn't manage to cover the chapter on how to handle surprise candle light dinner case scenarios. And then I took a look at my girl; her slightly curly hair free, mini jacket covering her shoulders, a simple yet elegant dress that hung all the way down to her feet. And me; a slightly fit louis top that I got free after purchasing a pair of Lee jeans, F.O.S. belt to keep my 34 jeans that I bought from Troy hanging on my waist, and seasoned flip flops on my feet. I don't normally give a fuck to what I wear but erkkk, if i knew this was gonna turn out like this, I'd bring out my best gucci or LV wardrobe to suit up.

Oh well. She said it was ok cause she wanted it to be a surprise. And you did it. Really, I bit the whole bait. I'd normally go to the camera and say "I got punk'd" but this time my mind was focused on the candle light dinner.

It was the best 15th April I have ever lived for. With all that sparkling juice bottle popping to the sky, the candle light burning, the view of UTP's mosque and lake behind her, the home made spaghetti, the rings, and the black justin tank top. Nothing has ever came close to this. Word. I'm sure you've gon thru hell preparing everything from scratch. I appreciate every single sweat you've dripped for this. Love you so much baby!!

That's my Nina!!

Life is great!! Embrace it!!


Chalo Brah
S.A.