I stared at him blankly, wondering how I should react. It took him a solid 10 seconds to realize that I didn’t speak the language. With the reflexes of an awkward teenager, he stifled a cough, nodded an apology and walked away hastily.
Early mornings in Malaysia used to consist of nasi lemak, roti canai and curry gravy. The smell of chicken porridge with yau char kuey, on the side also brought my brothers and I down to our knees. My mother always told me to learn the recipe. I wonder why I didn’t.
Now the thought itself was enough to make my mouth water as I flip pancakes with a grumbling stomach.
“This thing between you and me… Would it be right to call it a wild goose chase?” I thought to myself as he drove away. When he held me in his arms, call it a woman’s intuition to know that his heart longed for someone else. Like a fool waiting to be loved, I had hoped he would stay for just one more night, even if he mumbled another name in his sleep.