c h o c o l a t h e a d w e l c o m e s y o u

It is incredible how warmth, delight and stillness blend in one unnamed feeling that I develop for the past 2 days, namely, yesterday. I’ve been here in KL since last Sunday and boredom was written on the card. I stay at home most of the time, screaming my heads off at my nieces who drives me totally insane. They are a bunch of relentless, fully-charged monkeys who can’t seem to rest or take a break from doing what they do best which is–annoying me. I woke up one day and decided not to go back home and stay here in KL for a couple of days and thanks to the nice hospitality from Adek, my dearest friend from the diploma days, I finally can breathe again.

Feeling zero and out, I stroll down the busy roads of Kuala Lumpur and I soak up the energy of the people around me. Seeing their faces and watching closely their actions somehow gave me the will to go on with my life. I don’t plan to stop. I walked, I stuffed my ear with the earphone attached to my CD player, playing the CD that I burnt ages ago which contains the compilation of Hujan’s magnificent songs. The songs help me to distort the hustle and bustle of the city, the noise, the heat, the depressive faces I saw, the sadden state I was in. Hujan was somehow the soundtrack of my life these days. But someway, hujan was the last thing KL offers me. Sigh. But apart from the un-rainy days, everything about KL and the plain, unassuming people I saw along the road is memorable. I could never find anyone as individual as these people are. They are one and they are honest. Someone told me I don’t smile a lot. I know I don’t. I don’t smile for pretentious people. I only smile for people who deserve my smile. I don’t have much to offer to people. And smile is something that I value and it is expensive, coming from me.

Back to yesterday, I find myself stuck in a situation that I thought only existed on the TV screen and never in real life. I often smug at the occurrence of this situation, and said to myself “It’s not real”. And now I regret and pity myself for being such cynic. There I was, stepping into a humble home of a new friend in Kampung Melayu, basking in the yellow beam that afternoon, pacing myself step by step to the clamorous sounds of a bunch of girls. My steps took me to the kitchen where I saw smiley, happy looking faces, brightly lit by the shaft of light coming in from the window pane. Adek introduced me to her friends earlier when we have a short picnic in Bukit Belacan in Ampang. So now, I pretend to be the new addition to their batch of friends and spent half of my day with them. We plan to watch movie at MBO in Galaxy. Well, actually, they do. But what touches me the most that afternoon is how happy and blissful these people are. Sitting in the kitchen, gossiping about the donut affairs, teasing each other, laughing until their cheeks are red, they seem, happy. Really happy.

Diana’s mum was also in the crowd, teasing these girls that she had known and treat like her own child all these years. It was a perfect moment. A perfect picture. A perfect occasion. I look around the table and stare at those faces I won’t forget, seeing how happy they were, seeing their rosy red cheeks, hearing their insane laughter. I find myself retaining myself from crying. Face down, I played with my food and told myself, this is love.

I smiled. I chanced upon pure love today and surprisingly, it is nothing like what I imagine all my life. I saw pure love in the form of 7 beautiful people who share a mutual feeling for each other, bonded by one magical word: friendship.

I will never forget these people and that afternoon. They proven to me that friendship still exist. They shown me something that is so valuable and illusory that I thought only meant for daytime TV soaps. They are a bunch of extraordinary people often pictured in my imagination, in a self-created land where I wish I am in right now.

I thank god for yesterday.

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