If I had to pick a day that felt like ours, this was it. Saturday, 19th March. A day that flowed from one moment to another like it was meant to happen. And man, what a beautiful ride it was.
We kicked off the morning with something close to her heart—a visit to a speech therapy center for her daughter, Syifa. We checked out the syllabus, asked all the right questions, and left with some answers and a bit more hope. It wasn’t your typical “romantic” start, but it meant something. And that made it special.
Next stop—Subang, for her hair treatment. Like any classic gentleman (trying to score brownie points, of course), I picked up the tab. She tried to fight me on it, but I won that round. The smile she wore after? Totally worth it.
Then came breakfast at Mahbub in Bangsar—quick, hot, and heavy on the sambal. And while we were at it, why not go for skin treatment at BSC? That place has changed so much, man. The comic corner I used to love? Gone. But the nostalgia hit like a warm wave.
Feeling adventurous (and with my car protesting the idea), we drove up to Genting Highlands. The squeaks from the back axle were practically singing their own song, but we made it. Took a stroll. Laughed. Ate a dinner so bad we couldn’t stop joking about it. And here’s the kicker—we unknowingly took a photo at the exact same spot where I once stood with my ex. Life’s irony knows how to twist the plot, huh?
We wrapped up the day at Pavilion Bukit Jalil with a movie—Blood Brothers. Predictable plot, John Wick-style fight scenes, but it still hit the spot. First time trying the Indulgence hall, and bro, it lived up to the hype. Recliner seats, blankets, and nachos that didn’t taste like cardboard? Count me in.
All in all, it was a day well spent. From therapy to mountains to malls, every little thing stitched a memory into place. I’m grateful. Alhamdulillah.
And yeah… I love her. I really do.
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