Questa è Enida

Anyway, with this Fried Meehoon, Mom was very specific in her request, to say the least. The Fried Meehoon has to be ‘white’. Meaning…no fermented soy sauce, no soy bean paste, no oyster sauce, no chili sauce. Mo sauce, mo man tai. And no red meat lah, of course! She likes fish cakes, fish balls and tofu, and no! No chicken please. She’s tired of chicken. So, fish cakes, fish balls and tofu it is.

It didn’t take long into the Wushu-ing at the stove before I realized that the biggest wok I had at home was just too small to fit a pack of meehoon, plus the fish cakes, fish balls, tofu, plus the vegies and plus my TLC. I needed a bigger wok. (And a bigger understanding as to why TEFAL doesn’t make woks bigger than 31cm in diameter.) I solved the problem nevertheless, by transfering the three-quarter cooked meehoon to a deep baking tray.

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Dear Anonymous,
Thank you for finally leaving a comment after reading me off and on for over a year. It sure deserves a post on its own. And here it is.

About leaving…
It’s almost always an easier option than staying. Is it not? Yes. Leave, if you must. But be kind to the one you’re leaving. No matter what. You can say that the love has died, the feelings are gone. But stop right there. In my case, I didn’t mind the death of love. People fall in love, people fall right out sometimes. Life goes on, people move on. But it’s the telling about the new-found excitement that hurts me the deepest.

I know what falling in love is all about. Wasn’t I there ten years ago head over heels, soul sold and what have you? But love is not about the falling head-ons or head-over-heels in love. It is about staying in love, when all the honeymoons are done, love and babies are made, bills paid, battles fought, all the energies have worn out, and all the perfumes have left your skin with one too many a wrinkle. Sooner than you know, love is not just about seeing the two of you staying and growing old together. It’s about growing up together.

It is about staying.

I am sure someday true love will find me. But until then, hatred – towards the one who once fell in love with me – is the last thing I want to carry in my heart. Afterall, in my case, he was the one who suggested a ‘clean break’. I don’t see the point in him telling me about the great time he was having in Spain with his new soulmate while I was here staying up with his coughing daughter and his wheezing son. I was his soulmate ten years ago when the children were nowhere near the picture. Things have changed. Agreed. Things do and things will.

So…be kind.
For it is almost always more important, and definitely always harder than being honest. Honesty is in your right hand, and kindness is in your left. Embrace your choice. And you can only do that with both hands.

About the children…
Though as much affected, they usually handle changes in life so much better than us grown-ups. That’s the beauty of innocence. They will grow up and believe in true love and marriage if you instill in them the values that bind you. It’s never wrong to stay for the sake of children, but you know it is a lot of work if love is not there for their other parent. I did say leaving is almost always an easier option, didn’t I?

Like anything else, love (and marriage) is a promise you honor. If or when you are not able to keep your promises, apologize. Be heard, but don’t hurt. Again, leave if you must. But be kind to the one you leave.

And yes, no matter what.

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Over the past seven and a half weeks, I have grown to believe that strength is the lie I tell myself repeatedly until it becomes my truth. And after a while, it becomes the truth. I am glad I did and still do have faith in this very shortfall that has kept me from falling apart. I thought I was wrong when I thought I was strong. I was wrong. I was strong. Even if it was in my very own way of being strong. I just became.

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But then again, this strength did not come without many people and events to be thankful for. As I was walking on the narrowest path possible, there have been hands pushing me forward and pulling me upward. There have been many more hands lifted in prayers – for me, Kitreena and Edrick – than I ever thought lifted. Best friends, true friends, old friends, new friends – and even friends I never thought would care.

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Thank you for all the prayers, kind words, strength, courage and love sent my way. As I am walking this path that is hard and narrow, you have lifted me higher than you know.

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If love were a contest, all I would want to win someday is Kitreena’s trust in a man who will be man enough to father her. If love were a contest, the true victory for me is for Kitreena to be protected from a man who treats his wife and the mother of his children the way you do, and for Edrick to not become a man like you.

To me…
Love isn’t a contest. I have let you go to fight your own battle. I am not contesting.

To you…
Love isn’t a contest. You have let yourself be and won a soulmate. But why comparing?

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The silence has caused by this email I received a few hours ago from my husband:

“Enida,

I see you were trying to call – my phone is off or it was poor coverage.

We are in Spain at the moment and having a great time.

Eda, we are finished – I am convinced Ms. X is my soul mate. And I am looking at not now but comparing against what you and I had in our first years AND she is simply the right woman for me… I can see her and me growing old together and her fussing over me in her special way.

But this is NOT a contest, even though you seemed to be communicating that in our last conversation.

I had already made the decision to be with Ms. X or I wouldn’t even be here now.

Her and I have discussed that we will get transfers to ABC in the coming months as our roles come to a close on OPF… and we will live together in ABC until we can get married.

We have also discussed many other things, including the following which need you to make some decisions:

1) On transfer I might be able to convince The Company to move you to XYZ if you want to immigrate once and for all
2) Depending on 1) you might want to make an immediate application for PR visa to XYZ
3) Depending on 1) you might want to put up the house for sale and get the money out of it right away so you can buy a place in XYZ
4) Start considering if Kitreena is having so many problems with being apart from me, Ms. X and I would be happy to take her with us to ABC
5) With Edrick the same applies but I don’t think he can be apart from you – he really needs his mom at this point in his life.

So I won’t be sending my return flight or time – I will get a place to stay in and call you to meet at a neutral place so we have our discussions first and then I will come to collect the kids to have time with them each day I am in KL.

Talk to you soon.”

My heart just could not bleed any more than when Kitreena said, “I believed in Daddy, Mom.”

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“Mintalah. Maka Aku beri. Tapi Aku uji.”
“Ask. You shall be granted. But you shall be tested.”

I did. I was. And I am.

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As you stroll along in life, you tend to stumble upon quotes, sentences and words clustered together that your memory just refuses to shed. Like these ones I picked up along the way when I was much younger. Sixteen, perhaps. (My! So many things happened when I was sixteen, eh!)

“Jarum emas, benang suasa,
dapatkah menjahit hatiku yang luka?”

“Sesungguhnya hidup ini…banyak soalan, kurang jawapan.”

So I try not to ask too many WHY questions these days. And I believe that there will never be an answer to the question, “How could you?” Afterall, it really is another WHY question, not HOW.

This is VEL, Kitreena’s teddy
who’s been with her right from Day One.
Kitreena still can’t sleep without her VEL.
And I still can’t sleep without mine.

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Banyak tanak perkara tanak,
Bertanak nasi biar berpayah;
Banyak anak perkara anak,
Anak siapa tiada berayah?

Banyak suka perkara suka,
Macam suka berinai merah;
Banyak luka perkara luka,
Apa luka tiada berdarah?

~Enida
December 10, 2003
6B Zauliya Street
Qurm Heights
Muscat, Oman

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