Of course, Kedah is far away from all the noise and it's peaceful, well it's at the countryside right? It would be weird if it's not. But then, that's just it to it. The peacefulness. That's all. Trust me, there's NOTHING here. I wouldn't even mind if I visit once in awhile, maybe for a vacay for my mind and all the chaos, noisiness, pollution. But to the extent of staying here, for a long time? If I can avoid, I will. And that's what I've been doing all this while.
That's why even if I'm on a holiday, I won't stay here that long. I will, if and only if I have to, like totally have no choice, like extremely have to. You know what I mean when I already emphasize on that. Last time, I stayed for 3 freaking months and it was... bad. The only thing that saved me from surviving was, work. If I didn't work for that whole 3 months, I think I will become a living corpse! Yeah, it's that worse.
Despite all that, based on the reason itself, whenever I'm back at my home, I will always spend it wisely. Rest, rest fully. Hangout, hangout unlimited-ly. Spend time, spend time quality-ly. So today, I cooked for my family. I have always love cooking. If I have to choose between sewing and cooking, you probably know which one I'll choose to do right away. I hate sewing. Even in a million years. Sorry future husband. If your button needs a little sewing skill, maybe I will ask my mom to do it instead. Eh? Okay totally not a good daughter myself.
I cooked Fettuccine Carbonara with Smoked Sausages, dinner for 5. A little western for today's dinner. Abah is missing though. He will really love it if he knows I cook. Even if it's just scramble eggs. He will say "Oh akak, you cook today? It must be bad no?" heh. That's just how my dad is. Proud of me but at the same time, the criticisms from his mouth, God knows how it feels good and annoying in it's own way. Anyways, I am thankful enough. My sweats are totally paid off right that moment when my effort is appreciated. Silently. That's even better. The funny thing about my family is, they really didn't wrap me around with good words. Things that come out from their mouths are all... unsupportive. They just say things that's opposite of how they feel.
My mum, she said this earlier "Akak, I cannot eat this, I feel nauseous and you know cheese will make me feel even worse" and she didn't touch my fettuccine. Not even a bite. I understand her and say nothing. When I went into the room, she yelled from outside to me "You should have put paisley leaves, more onions, more this, more that, then this will be tastier" but still finishes everything in her plate. My sister reported to me about it, as well as how my younger brother add some more of the fettuccine twice or thrice! My brother then came back a bit later, he finishes all in the bowl until it's clean as I've washed it.
You see, that feeling is exactly what I longed for. I cooked simply because I have been meaning to cook it long time ago but I have no time to do so. Today is my last night at home so I thought it could be memorable if I cook. And it certainly does. Alhamdulillah. What more could I ever ask for? Rather than just, praying for this moment, this family, this kinda thing will last long and never fades away.
Thank you, dear Allah.
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