Do you have someone whom you can just ring or text at anytime in the weeeeeee hour just to let her know you’ve changed her ringing tone from Eva Cassidy’s It Doesn’t Matter Anymore to Rahat Fateh Al Khan’s O Re Piyar without worrying that you would wake her up from a good slumber? I do.
Do you have someone whom you can just trouble with picking up your mail or some banking stuff and in your sms mention your favorite kueh Raya without hinting or mengecek at all only to receive a balang of Batang Buruk couriered over the distance of 8150km? I do.
Do you have someone who spots and recognizes you from half a kilometer away just from the way you park your car ever so straightly closest possible to the curb and from the way you walk ever so focused-ly towards her waiting in a restaurant? I do.
Do you have someone with whom you can stay back, sitting at your kids’ school corridor for an hour or more just to get your daily laugh stock talking silly girls’ talk like how’s best to pluck our underarm hair, and whom you can confide in, telling her what a terrible mother you think you are only to discover you both are doing the best that you can? I do.
Do you have someone whom you call just to exchange embarrassing, ridiculous, irritating, and even painful stories about your husband (because you both married a mat saleh – saper suruh?) only to end up understanding them better and loving them more than ever? I do.
Do you have someone who cries for you because you can’t, swears and curses for you because you won’t, spies for you because she wants to, watches your back because she cares and keeps asking you to come back to Bangi no matter how much she knows of the improbability? I do.
Do you have someone who reconnects with you effortlessly, reading your mind as well as reading your blog while leaving insightful and funny comments that never fail to remind you of your own childhood and your humble beginning, keeping you humble in a subtly humble way? I do.
Do you have someone who tells you as it is, takes you as you are, listens to your ramble as well as your silence, is there when you need her, is still there when don’t, who knows you will always come back to your senses, and come back to her in friendship? I do.
I do and I am as rich as rich can be.
Questa è Enida 
Hi Nida, I would love to ship your kueh raya for you but I know they would not arrive in good shape. Mine are very thin and crispy and breaks easily. Sorry Nida.
Oh no worries, Wiz! I was too hopeful when I made the order. 🙂
I am glad your hamper will make it to my Mom’s bed at the hospital. And the cookies to be shared among my sisters and brothers like last year. (Pengganti diriku ini! “Jangan sediiiiiih pagi iniiii, tak dapat kita bersamaaaa, meraikan Aidilfitri yang muuuliaaaaa!” Huaaaaaaa! Uhuk uhuk!)