You guys might think that this blog was all about serious stuffs about college and academics right ? With this, we will prove you wrong.
LOVE part 1.
At this point of time, I do not even care about my grammar.
If you are a grammar Nazi, do correct any of my mistakes. I might be married but I am not that really
particular when it comes to writing a story.
Before reading this piece of something, bear in mind that this was based
on some real life experience. I might alter some things here and there. Why?
Because I could do so.
Falling
in love while studying is common for all of us. Maybe not for all of us, but
mostly. Well, I fell in love with a girl while I was studying. People might say
that it is some kind of puppy love you might say. But this one girl, she was
the real deal. When I saw her, the train hit me so bad that I fell in love with
her in a matter of seconds.
I am not an average guy, I do not like girly girls. I like
them tough ! You’ve read that right ? TOUGH. Mentally tough that is. I hate it
when girls are acting like they are some kind of a princess who needs a
handsome prince that could provide her anything. I don’t like that. I like my
girl (wife) to be TOUGH !, caring, loving, the type of girl that will be with
you when you are having your ups and downs.
We met while we were studying in
a university for the same foundation course back in 2012. At that time, at the
age of 18. I had to juggle with three different girls at the same time. Isn’t
that awesome or what?! *insert happy laughter here*. The moment I saw this
girl, I literally said “ Oh God, your creations are amazing “ I was all alone
in my room on the fourth floor my hostel. Where was her? She was at the gazebo,
the view from my room was terrific. I could see everything from up there, but
my main focus was that girl. Sitting together with a bunch of newly made
friends. I wish I had the guts to go down there and asked for her number.
Eventually, I’ve found the inner
bravery of a World War II soldier in me. I stalked all of her movements via my
trustworthy window. I waited patiently until she was with around three or four other
friends. Then, I put on my Baju Melayu
alongside with my skinny jeans and I went downstairs to greet her. And her
friends of course. Duhhh.
What was my plan to get
her number? First, I will go there and be a nice guy. Second, I will tell them
my name. Third, try not to look like a douchebag. Fourth, ask for their phone
numbers ( her friends) . Fifth, ask for her phone number so that we will be
able to exchange "study" related things. Sixth, get back to my room and sing or
dance happily if I managed to get her number.
Guess what? I got her number.
During that particular moment, I
was the happiest guy on earth. But there is this one thing that embarrased me.
Yup, I did get her number , but I was not the one who texted her first. SHE
TEXTED ME A “GOODNIGHT”. I was surprised by this particular action of her. A
girl, making a move. That is a rare move from a girl.
After that things were going as
smooth as a manual car driven by Michael Schumacher. We did had problems
between us here and there, and the fact that I am not living in the peninsular
of Malaysia made it even harder for us. Long distance relationship, you need
trust in it. I did manage to broke her heart accidentally but I managed to mend it back.
Proofs?
Months passed. From the same
university, we were splitted into different universities. It was hard for us. Eventually, I’ve told my parents about my
intention of getting married. I wanted to become a responsible person with
duties. I don’t want to be a little boy anymore. I wanted to become a real MAN.
I wanted to marry her. The reaction that I’ve got from both of my parents were
positive. Maybe they don’t want me to do
the things that I am not supposed to do. Maybe they wanted to make me happy.
But all of this came with some agreements.
1.
I must graduate. No matter how.
2.
I will need to pay my parents back for the money
used in this marriage ( I wanted to do so )
3.
I must live together with my parents until when-when . Why? Because I am their only
son, all of my other siblings are girls.
To be continued.
