"Ummmaaah"
"Hey! look who is back"
"Ofturs your daughter. Who else papa"
"Owh really. Come to papa my little princes" I lifted her and sat on my thigh. Aisyah, my first daughter. She is just 6 years old and talking cutely.
"Papa! what are you reading?" She asked with baby sound pointing at the papers I was reading just now.
"Owh! Those papers are the first letter from your mother"
"Really papa?" She asked curiously
"Yes dear!" I answer while pinching her face. I'm so glad of having a beautiful daughter who enlighten our life. Whenever she is not in home, I feel it's empty.
"Papa! Tell me how you met mama?"
I was surprised with her question. I have never thought she will ask such.
"It's a long story dear." I answered her while putting the papers on the table.
"Papa! tell Aisyah. I wanted to know. Papa tell me"
"Okay! Papa will tell you in short. You must listen ok"
"Okay papa"
Once upon a time in college, while papa was studying in the fourth floor of one of the college building. After long time sitting, papa felt tired and stood up. Papa was looking out of window and there, papa saw your mother. She was walking with her friends. Papa looked at her for long time and there where the story began.
The next day, papa was going to Cafeteria when she came out alone. That time, papa was able to see her face from near and clear. She didn't look at papa at that time. She was looking down and walk away.
"Ooooo and then?"
Papa started searching information about her. At last papa got to know that she is studying in Arabic Faculty and that was a happy news for papa.
"Happy news? How was that papa?" Aisyah asked me. I know she is soo eager to know more.
"Happy news because papa knew lecturers in that faculty". Papa went to see one of the Dr. from Iraq. Papa told him about the story and he managed to get the information for papa.
"Then? "
Then, papa started contacting her through email. She responded to every email that papa sent until one night.
"What happened papa?" Suddenly Aisyah stood on my thighs holding my shoulders.
"Papa will tell you if you give a kiss to papa"
"Aahh papa. This is not fair. Okay but last one only"
"Okay. Which one is sweet?" I asked her while pointing my fingers at her cheek asking which one is sweet.
Then one night, she sent to papa some articles. They were all about the family life. Papa felt goosebumps at that time, papa was sweating. Then papa wrote an email to her expressing papa's feelings. She was very angry but you know she accepted papa in her life.
We never met face to face alone, no dating at all and what papa did was meeting her parents. Mama's father did not say anything but mama's mother was very happy. So, we got engaged and now, you are with us. That's how papa met your mama.
"Hohooho .. soo sweet"
"Eh your mama is coming. Papa wants to make her jealous ok. Be ready"
"Aisyah.. Aisyah. How is your Ustazah? Is she beautiful or your mama?"
"What did you say papa? I didn't get you?"
"Papa said how is your Ustazah? Is she beautiful or your mama? "
"Mama is beautiful but Ustazah is nice. She doesn't angry fast. Always smile"
"Haa careful with mama. If she get angry, she looks like monster. You know that"
"Really papa?"
"Yes" I change my voice pretending to be a monster.
Ehem... ehemm.. I know Aisyha's mother is standing behind listening our conversation.
"Uh ohhh.. Aisyah"
"Papa! "
"So talking about me haa?"
"Eehhh.. no of course not. Who is dare to talk about you?" I started pretending and acting.
"I see. Who looks like monster?"
"Giant in Doremon. Hehe"
"Okay fine. Tonight both daughter and father sleep outside. No more room"
"Aisyah. Mama is angry? What to do now?"
"Papa! sing that song. The one you always sing for me"
"Owh good idea. That's my daughter"
"Haaa no more singing. Your voice is terrible. I'm going to cook dinner. Remember sleep on the couch"
I know she is joking and I know how to make her smile. "Aisyah's mother, I have a song for you. Would you like to hear it?"
"What is it?"
"Okay listen"
"Hey! look who is back"
"Ofturs your daughter. Who else papa"
"Owh really. Come to papa my little princes" I lifted her and sat on my thigh. Aisyah, my first daughter. She is just 6 years old and talking cutely.
"Papa! what are you reading?" She asked with baby sound pointing at the papers I was reading just now.
"Owh! Those papers are the first letter from your mother"
"Really papa?" She asked curiously
"Yes dear!" I answer while pinching her face. I'm so glad of having a beautiful daughter who enlighten our life. Whenever she is not in home, I feel it's empty.
"Papa! Tell me how you met mama?"
I was surprised with her question. I have never thought she will ask such.
"It's a long story dear." I answered her while putting the papers on the table.
"Papa! tell Aisyah. I wanted to know. Papa tell me"
"Okay! Papa will tell you in short. You must listen ok"
"Okay papa"
Once upon a time in college, while papa was studying in the fourth floor of one of the college building. After long time sitting, papa felt tired and stood up. Papa was looking out of window and there, papa saw your mother. She was walking with her friends. Papa looked at her for long time and there where the story began.
The next day, papa was going to Cafeteria when she came out alone. That time, papa was able to see her face from near and clear. She didn't look at papa at that time. She was looking down and walk away.
"Ooooo and then?"
Papa started searching information about her. At last papa got to know that she is studying in Arabic Faculty and that was a happy news for papa.
"Happy news? How was that papa?" Aisyah asked me. I know she is soo eager to know more.
"Happy news because papa knew lecturers in that faculty". Papa went to see one of the Dr. from Iraq. Papa told him about the story and he managed to get the information for papa.
"Then? "
Then, papa started contacting her through email. She responded to every email that papa sent until one night.
"What happened papa?" Suddenly Aisyah stood on my thighs holding my shoulders.
"Papa will tell you if you give a kiss to papa"
"Aahh papa. This is not fair. Okay but last one only"
"Okay. Which one is sweet?" I asked her while pointing my fingers at her cheek asking which one is sweet.
Then one night, she sent to papa some articles. They were all about the family life. Papa felt goosebumps at that time, papa was sweating. Then papa wrote an email to her expressing papa's feelings. She was very angry but you know she accepted papa in her life.
We never met face to face alone, no dating at all and what papa did was meeting her parents. Mama's father did not say anything but mama's mother was very happy. So, we got engaged and now, you are with us. That's how papa met your mama.
"Hohooho .. soo sweet"
"Eh your mama is coming. Papa wants to make her jealous ok. Be ready"
"Aisyah.. Aisyah. How is your Ustazah? Is she beautiful or your mama?"
"What did you say papa? I didn't get you?"
"Papa said how is your Ustazah? Is she beautiful or your mama? "
"Mama is beautiful but Ustazah is nice. She doesn't angry fast. Always smile"
"Haa careful with mama. If she get angry, she looks like monster. You know that"
"Really papa?"
"Yes" I change my voice pretending to be a monster.
Ehem... ehemm.. I know Aisyha's mother is standing behind listening our conversation.
"Uh ohhh.. Aisyah"
"Papa! "
"So talking about me haa?"
"Eehhh.. no of course not. Who is dare to talk about you?" I started pretending and acting.
"I see. Who looks like monster?"
"Giant in Doremon. Hehe"
"Okay fine. Tonight both daughter and father sleep outside. No more room"
"Aisyah. Mama is angry? What to do now?"
"Papa! sing that song. The one you always sing for me"
"Owh good idea. That's my daughter"
"Haaa no more singing. Your voice is terrible. I'm going to cook dinner. Remember sleep on the couch"
I know she is joking and I know how to make her smile. "Aisyah's mother, I have a song for you. Would you like to hear it?"
"What is it?"
"Okay listen"
Every night in my dream.
I see yoooooooooooooooogurt.
"Haa you see yogurt "
"Auch" She pinched my arm and smiled. I know that she will be smiling after that song. That's my secret. Hehehehe
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"Woooii.. what's wrong with you. I've been looking at you since half an hour. You keep smiling like that and like this. Day dreaming. Go and get ready. It almost Maghrib time." My roommate yelled at me. I don't know how I was behaving and I smiled the way he did, Oh God, that's so ugly.
"Nothing. Can't you just let me be in that world" I grabbed the towel and enter the bathroom.
** Well in love, lot's of things can happen and one of them is I became a creative one. All the time dreaming of future. Any how, it was my imaginative evening which I hope to be true even with not the same person I was mentioning in my story. She is a nice girl and deserve a better person than me. Hasta La Vista .. <wink><colon capital D>
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