Sunday, August 9, 2026 | 12:31 AM | 0 Alien
8 August 2026
Tonight was one of those nights I know I want to remember.
Not because we did anything extraordinary. We didn't go anywhere fancy. We didn't do anything particularly grand. We simply spent four hours together, from 5pm until 9pm, before he had to leave for his 10pm locum.
But somehow, four ordinary hours felt like something I want to keep forever.
We started at a café and ate together. Somewhere along the way, he started showing me his old Instagram stories—random pictures from different parts of his life—and telling me the stories behind them.
I loved that.
There was something intimate about being shown his past like that. Not the polished version of himself, but random memories, old pictures, little stories that probably didn't mean much to anyone else. I was just sitting there listening to him talk, slowly learning more about the person he was before I came into his life.
Then, somehow, he gave me his phone password.
Just casually.
He said he didn't want to memorize mine, which made me laugh, but I still found it strangely sweet. He didn't have to give me his password. He just did.
Later, he went to the masjid to pray Maghrib, and after that we went for cakes.
And because apparently I cannot spend an evening with him without bringing up something that makes me overthink, I asked him about his first love.
"So first love awak tu ex awak dulu lah kan?"
He paused.
"Boleh lah."
Then, at some point, he looked at me and said that when he thought about it, I reminded him of his ex.
Because I was small.
I immediately made a face.
Of course I did.
And he quickly added,
"Tak, saya sayang awak je. Cuma taste saya kot, kecil-kecil."
I don't think he realized how quickly that little reassurance softened me.
He wasn't comparing his feelings for me to his feelings for her. He was talking about his type, and then making sure I knew that whatever similarities existed, I was the one he loved now.
Somewhere during the evening, he said "sayang."
And I told him,
"Awak tak cakap pun sayang kat saya."
He looked confused.
"Eh ada lah."
"Tu text, bukan cakap."
And he went,
"Oh okay."
I didn't think much of it after that.
But when it was time to leave, around 9pm, he looked at me and said,
"Sayang, jom."
I think a tiny part of me froze.
Because there it was.
He actually said it.
Out loud.
Not in a WhatsApp message. Not typed on a screen. Not something I could reread later.
He called me sayang in his own voice.
And somehow, the girl who had been waiting to hear it for so long was too shy to say it back properly.
He wanted to pay for the cakes, but I insisted because I was the one who wanted them. He had already paid for our first café anyway, so I let myself win that tiny argument.
Then he walked me to my car.
And just when I thought the night was over, he said,
"Patients kan suka awak."
I laughed and said,
"Eh mana ada."
I turned toward him.
And he said,
"Saya lah suka awak."
We both chuckled.
It was such a simple sentence.
But I think I'll remember the way he said it.
Not dramatic. Not serious. Just teasing me, while somehow telling me exactly what I wanted to hear.
Then he said,
"Bye sayang."
And I said,
"Bye."
That's it.
I didn't even say sayang back.
I don't know why I couldn't.
Maybe I was shy.
Maybe hearing him say it face-to-face made it feel different from all the times we'd typed it to each other.
Maybe I was just overwhelmed by how much I liked hearing it.
But I hope he knows that my quiet "bye" didn't mean I didn't feel it.
I felt it very much.
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Later that night, I texted him:
"Thank you for today sayang 🩵 kerja elok elok, semoga sejuk je boleh tidurrr."
And he replied:
"Thank you sayanggku aidaa."
Then he noticed my WhatsApp status.
I'd soft-launched him.
Nothing obvious. Just a collage of his hands, his birthday cake, and our feet together.
Enough for the people who know us to probably figure it out.
He said,
"Saya rasa semua orang tahu sapa laki tu🤣"
I played it off.
"Ye ye je."
But he insisted.
"Siapa duduk ED mesti tahu."
And then:
"Tak kisah pun."
I don't think I'll forget that either.
Because there was a time when everything between us felt undefined.
We were figuring out what we were. We were careful with words. We were learning how to love each other without quite knowing what to call it.
And tonight, the man in my status knew people might recognize him—and he simply said he didn't mind.
He wasn't hiding.
He wasn't embarrassed.
He just laughed about it.
Later, at 12:04am, he sent me another message.
"Comell."
He was talking about the pictures of me that he'd sent.
I teased him:
"Muka camtu comel eh haha ikutlah taste awak."
And I smiled at my phone.
Because apparently, after spending four hours with me, after saying goodbye, after going to work his locum, he was still looking at my pictures.
Still calling me cute.
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But there was another conversation tonight that I think I'll remember for a completely different reason.
We were talking about roles.
And he said something that stayed with me:
"Awak isteri saya kan, so awak marah ke awak rajin ke awak malas ke, awak still isteri saya. Role saya sebagai suami, still kena buat sebab awak isteri saya, saya suami."
Maybe other people would hear that as just a conversation about marriage.
But I heard something else.
I heard him saying that someone's worth in a relationship shouldn't depend on whether they're having a good day.
That being a husband isn't something you perform only when your wife is easy to love.
If she's angry, she's still his wife.
If she's lazy, she's still his wife.
If she's difficult, she's still his wife.
His role doesn't disappear just because her mood changes.
And I think there's something incredibly comforting about that.
Because I don't want to be loved only when I'm easy.
I don't want to have to be perfect to deserve tenderness.
And tonight, he spoke about marriage as something rooted in responsibility—not just feelings.
Maybe that's what makes all the little "sayang"s feel different now.
They aren't floating in isolation.
They're sitting alongside conversations about marriage, roles, responsibility, family, and the future.
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Tonight wasn't perfect.
It wasn't a movie scene.
We didn't have some grand romantic dinner under fairy lights.
We ate.
We talked.
He showed me old Instagram stories.
He went to pray Maghrib.
We ate cake.
We teased each other about exes and height and taste.
He called me sayang.
He told me he liked me.
He walked me to my car.
He called me sayang again.
Then he went to work.
And somehow, that ordinary night feels incredibly precious to me.
Maybe because love isn't always supposed to feel like fireworks.
Sometimes it's someone sitting across from you in a café, telling you stories about old pictures.
Sometimes it's being trusted with a phone password.
Sometimes it's a quiet reassurance after you make a face.
Sometimes it's hearing "sayang, jom" when you know he has somewhere else to be.
Sometimes it's walking you to your car.
Sometimes it's a silly little,
"Saya lah suka awak."
Sometimes it's a man looking at your picture at midnight and typing,
"Comell."
And sometimes it's realizing that the person who once struggled to even type the word sayang is now saying it to you out loud without making a big deal out of it.
I think that's what I want to remember most about tonight.
Not just that he called me sayang.
But that it sounded natural.
Like he was slowly getting used to loving me where I could hear it.
And maybe, someday, when we're much older and this night is far behind us, I'll look back at these words and remember that on 8 August 2026, before everything became familiar and routine, there was a night when four ordinary hours with him felt like something I wanted to preserve forever.
A night when he walked me to my car.
A night when he said,
"Saya lah suka awak."
A night when he said,
"Bye sayang."
And a night when I was too shy to say it back.
But loved him anyway.
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Written by chatgpt bcs i tak larat nak type
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