Routine, is a homicide. Spontaneity, is an aphrodisiac. To me.
Yesterday, out of the blue, I threw an idea to Kamal, "let's go back to Rembau tonight."
"I am tired though."
"I could drive for you."
"Or, I could drive for you. You could do something else for me."
"Go to bed without the usual oil lathering."
"A deal there."
The real deal was to visit my parents. Simultaneously, my uncle and aunt from Brunei were there. I suspected dinner to be special.
Sembilang Salai Masak Lemak Cili Padi Belimbing Buluh.
The sembilang were fresh from another uncle's pond.
How apt. At breakfast the next day, my mother even offered freshly fried sembilang in a bento box. Now, all I need is a dose of Cendol Kacang Merah during lunch hour.
Back to last evening, after dinner, Kamal set up Skype call for us to interact with my uncle and aunt's daughter in Gloucester. Her children are gorgeous. At bedshire, Kamal religiously lathered baby oil to soothe my back, the earlier deal was disillusioned by the deliciousness of the traditional meal and the gaiety of family gathering.