Still on the subject of Love

Last Monday, Mak had her Arabic class at Masjid Negara. The class is at night, from 8.30pm to 10.30pm, so she drove. I expected Mak to reach home around 11pm at most.

By 10.45pm or so, Abah was already waiting at the gate - one moment just standing at the gate, the next moment I can see him just walking around in the garage, the next time I looked out the window he was back at the garage, staring outside.

Abah didn't mention it, but I thought he was a bit worried. And that got him waiting anxiously at the gate for Mak.

And that, my friends, is love.

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I was talking to Mak yesterday, while watching "Salina". So I told her about Abah waiting for her at the gate that Monday night.

And I could see Mak smiling away happily. I mean, if Mak were a bulb, I'd say she was shining the brightest at that particular moment.

Awww... my parents are sooo adorable!