I watched him moving and arranging some plants between pots. The movements were smooth, the arrangements were skilled. It looked more delicate than creating a bouquet of flowers. And yet every little placement was gently done.
“Intan tau ini pokok apa, kan?”
He has been calling me ‘Intan’ since my early days when his Kelantanese brother-in-law called me ‘hitam’ in a thick Kelantanese accent. Enida is my REAL name, by the way. And my Abah is from the same kampung as Samy Velu.
“Cekur, bah.” I answered him confidently, although somehow I was ready to be corrected. He nodded, “Oh, ingat ya?” and smiled.
“Ingaaaaat!” I kind of lied. The truth was, I surprised myself that I remembered. On that rainy afternoon I sensed that we were both proud of ourselves. Him for teaching me. And me for remembering what I had been taught.
Some days are… diamonds.
Questa è Enida 
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