Today I want a story about rojak. The most delicious rojak mee I ever taste. Rojak mee ayam. I don't deny that I really love to eat rojak since childhood. When I was a kid there a rojak hawker cycling from house to house.
She also loves to eat this rojak mee since childhood. He recounted how his father always bring her and her family eat here. But it only lasted until she in secondary school. We do several times came to eat here and I do not remember how much we had come. What I know now, this mamak already remembered me and her. Some of our memories remain at this place. Eat rojak with black coffee. Tasty and I do know that there's only are two person who know how to make coffee which I love. One is this mamak and one her make it for me.
Yesterday we gone to her hometown to eat this rojak . I admit since last week I feel cravings to eat. I asked her if she want to follow me and she said ok. She also said the last time she eat was with me. I remembered the last time I ate with her was on 21 august 2014. Almost 2 months.
On the way, even though she sat at the back, once in a while I shift my rear view mirror to see her. To see her beautiful smile. If possible, every day I want to see that smile for the rest of my life. Me and her orders rojak mee ayam. And I knew she will not be able to finish her rojak. So I helped her eat half of that rojak . I am grateful that she follow me. Accompany me.
I feel thankful if she want to going out to eat with me again as before. Try a variety of foods and beverages. Searching for food everywhere. I miss that moments. I miss her story. I love her...
Time goes by a lot slower when you miss the one you love.
If I could give her one thing in life, I would give her the ability to see herself through my eyes. Only then would her realize how special her to me...
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