Even though that was written on a comment section, I could hear a cacophony of deafening blast of the same question at different decibels.
It brought me to a conversation I had with a long time friend who are of my age. We are of the same boat as we are both taking care of our parents.
"Mereka ni tak nampak anak lain. Nampak aku jek."
I feel you babe.
As we went deeper into the issue, we found that probably our parents are reserving us for themselves. Something like a nun but not for a church; for the house instead.
I have always thought that being too loyal even to parents THAT YOU HAVE TO DEPRIVE YOURSELF OF HUMAN BASIC NEEDS is utter bullshit.
Then we discussed the responses @ "advice" which people give to us. (Yeah really? Thanx but no thanx.)
"Tak apa lah. Tuhan tu maha adil. Dia beri rezeki untuk jaga ibu bapa. Bukan semua orang ada peluang tu." (Really?? Kau jek yang kasik alasan tak nak jaga mak pak sebab kau duk kejar laki/bini kau kan??!!! Cuba tengok sikit kau let go of them and choose rezeki jaga parents instead.)
"You Are The Chosen One!"
Hahahahahahaha.
Aku tak kesah bab orang kata apa. Tapi cuba bayangkan keadaan hidup Rapunzel jika Flynn tak bawa dia lari. Sampai mati pon dia akan taat setia pada ahli sihir yang penuh tipu daya itu.
"Alaaaa... nanti jodoh kau ada la di syurga."
"Kalau aku masuk syurga... hahahaha."
"A ah eyh."
"Jodoh aku mati masa kecik sebab demam kuning. Kesian dia tunggu aku tapi aku duk kat tempat lain main api."
Moment of silence for all the bad jokes on Earth. *sigh!*
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In 2013, an ustaz asked me to do an istikhorah to get signs of what my jodoh wuld be like. He did his when he was 19 and he found his the way he dreamed it. Of course, now he is very happy with five children. Anak sulung pon sudah jadi imam.
I did. All the requirements.
Kebetulan pula aku sewaktu itu berada antara dua persimpangan. A cool guy and a passionate guy. Both were longed haired. Both are what i want. (Besides Rizalman ok)
The first dream I saw this guy with straight hair. Real straight. Not short hair. Not long. Ear and neck level. Betul kata ustaz.. ada element shiny macam stage gittewww. (Ustad punya rumput bercahaya.)
The second was at the entrance of our staff's lounge. A voice told me that you will get married to somebody who teaches English. He is coming (here). I laughed it off because I dished it off as impossible.
And at the end of the year, "he"appeared.
Was I happy?
Nope. Sebab tak hensem dan nampak nerd, EEEUUWWWW.
(but his partner is kiut and sooo gebusss macam Rizalman yg iols duk gila. Mati la mak tasty kat partner "jodoh"(goooshhhh sangat!) iols.)
Aku bertahan jugak because I am giving things a chance.
Few incidents (like almost 10) made me feel, tak payah lah dia ni jadi The One.
Sejak itu, aku kurang berminat untuk ber istikhoroh. Macam pelik jek 'pilihan' itu.
Probably the real one is coming. Tak kesah lah. I gained a good friend instead.
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My kid nephew prayed that I would get married so that he could take care of my mom instead.
I felt pressured.
Why?
I felt threatened.
"Oooo aku shushah shushah korban masa muda aku tibah tibah kau mahu bawa lari yah?"
(to be continued)
