There was one time I became a bit 'weng'. I sorta persuaded (read: forced) HR to finish his work for the weekend early because I desperately need to break free from PG. I even pushed my way through in my own school to avoid going to the school event. I just needed to break free.
It's not that PG does not offer what KL has. It is just I need to be out of this place. Yeah, I am lucky to have my husband here with me but I need to be out of here, together with him of cours3. I need my driver to drive me away.
So, I cooked food for the journey (coz we aint stopping at all), cleaned the house, locked the windows and doors and packed everything (including HR's belongings. Once you are married, you can guess what your other half needs for three days getaways) while HR was in school. And I waited patiently at the living room.
Once HR's car arrived at the door, I salam him, ushered him in to perform Marhrib prayer while I loaded the car. Quick and organised. But HR had another agenda, he snooped through the food stuff, got his eyes on the junk food. He was hungry I guess but I stopped his munching, ushered him back to the driver seat.
What? I am not that cruel. I gave him the kerepek once we were in the car and he happily indulged as he drove us home. Real home.
But, as organised as I was, God had better plan for us. He showed us the punishment for escaping school activities (me in repent thinking). For me, one huge lesson learned. But optomistically, that is God showing me I married the right man.
He is my everything man.