23 September 2012

Through D Eyes Story 3: A GIRLFRIENDS


My husband name is Kenechukwu. This  names  has  two meaning in Igbo language.
“Kenechukwu actually what it means?” I was asking him when my first dating  three years ago.
“Kenechukwu means ‘Thanks god’. My grandmother gave this name to me when I was born.”
“Thanks  god in Malay language means ‘Terima kasih Tuhan.” I replied.
Then what surprise me he tried to say it and I was   laughing  when hearing the pronunciation of that word come from his African  tongue. He also laughed went see I laughing too. This is a nice evening for our first time meeting at Central Market, Kuala Lumpur.
After seven month this relationship began he propose me to be his future wife.
“Why  you choosing me to be your wife, Kene? That is  a first question come thru my mind. He was explained the reason why he chosen me. The key word  is I  was covered myself  from top to down makes him falling in love with me. He was said I “looked sexy”. I just smile.
So go back to this morning in part 2 (previous page) when he told me about two girls, same like other story he told me when he went to his friend house. One of African girl try to seducing him and tell her heart already falling in love with him thru his friend who names Victor, that she like my husband without she knows that he was married.
“I don’t want to  wasting my time with any African girl here. I am  a married man. I had one wife.” I am so proud to hear the words.
He told me that he don’t  have interest with any African girl  because many of them have a big bud and big breast. His statement  make me shocked and want to  laugh also.  I have seen many African women here a few of them don’t have a big bud but still have a big breast. What can I say many of them have a nice  and sexy looking too with their curly hairs.
I also don’t see Malaysian man falling in love with African women here unless many Malaysian women either  Malay, Chinese and Indian will have a African boyfriend or husband. According to my husband, I started   thingking maybe Malaysian man also don’t like African women because have a big bud and a big breast. Who knows man heart what their think about women sex appearances...lollll.
My husband has told me before he came to Malaysia he has many African girlfriend in Nigeria. One of his girlfriend he told me names is Dianne. According to my husband story he wanted to marry this girl who studying in same university but in a different faculty. Unlucky Dianne was died because of car accident. After his girlfriend died he don’t  have any closed  girlfriend about six years until he make a new relationship with one girl from Spain thru the  internet.
But otherside story, one night I was answering his phone call when he went out to a shop buy a cigarette.
“Hello, who is it?” I heard a women voice asking me. I told her am his wife. Surpose I should asking who is she  because she called my husband number.
“You call him back a few minutes more. He went to a shop.” I try to explained  to her then I cut the called.
A few minutes later door was opened. I don’t tell my husband that someone was calling him. For me it is not important to let him knows. Am sure this women will call him back soon if she really want to speak to him.
Half minutes after the cell phone was ringing. My husband answered that calls and sounds  a little arguing. I knew that girl call him back.
“Why you picked my call and don’t tell me?” he asking me with rise up a voice.
“It doesn’t matter now she call you back, rite?”
“You ruin my business now!”
Woooow. I started suspicious when he looked mad.
“Did you not tell her the truth?”
“Is it important to tell everything in business?” he asking me back.
“Of course you must tell the truth. Do you lie to her about yourself?”
“Am not lies to her. She is not my concern!”
Now I knew this girl kept her heart to my husband. It is  true what my husband said,” business is business” no need to add it with love or any purpose.  From that night these girls start  crazy  disturbing my husband with her calls many times day and   night. Talking about her feeling to my husband! She was threatening my husband to revoke   what they dealing in business.
“I don’t care what she felt to me. I can’t love her. I don’t know her well just on call and online chatting talking about business not about heart.”
I think this is what happen one of his new girlfriend from Spain before he make a  decision   fly to Malaysia. Her names  was   Nuria Gonzalez. What makes my husband fly to Malaysia because want to continue his study in this country and looking  at opportunities to do a  business  also.
“After I came Malaysia, I change  my intention.  I think deeply I can’t marry Nuria. The reason because I only knows her online see her picture,sending email and talking ona  phone only. But we don’t ever have body contact to know deeply each other see her  face to face.” That what he explained to me when our first dating.
Back to a girl who called my husband that night. This   women   from London. She worked as designer. She had a business and have  interest to invest business with my husband here in Malaysia. My husband knows her from his Nigerian friend names Jeff Barrat   who stay in London .
“Do you tell her you love her?” Just throw  the question when he in front of his laptop one night.
“No. I never give her hope or promise to marry her.”
Many report in newspaper in Malaysia shown  African people have a talented to sulking women by their ‘power of love words’ makes women can falling in love. I think its thru from my own experience went  I have new relationship with my husband.
He had very good English speaking and writing, The word and sentences he using in sms and email to me makes me feel cool. Also the way he talked to me so polite,respect in conversations of  skills. I think this is their nature of African people by the custom guide.
It doesn’t mean Asian people especially like Malaysian man don’t have a talent to tackle women heart. What I want to say it like a Malay verbs: “Jangan kerana nila setitik rosak susu sebelanga.” It means we cant blame all African people come to this country have a bad intention to do bad thing to our citizen women here.
“I think maybe she falling in love with you from your magic words from writing and talking to her this while makes melting her heart to you.” I try to digging the answered.
“Maybe. I don’t care if she don’t want to dealing any business. I can’t  love her because of this business.”
But in other way, I try to dig my husband feeling about her.
“Honey…many man though he was married still have a women like to keep a mistress.”
“It is not good while you have a wife but still keep another women. Better don’t married.” He really stressed  on it.
“But in Islam as example can allowed man to marry four times.” I just want to know what in his mind about polygamy.
“Our Igbo custom can’t allow to marry two wife. My dad only married  one wife without mistress.”
“Muslim husband can marry a second wife if have a big reason to do that. Not simply married because of a lust.” I try to explain.
“If I marry two wife it means my parent and sibling really don’t like. Do you like me to marry other women?” Suddenly he throws  this killing question to me.
Very quickly  my  answered   is,” No and I don’t ever give you permission to marry again. I will kill you!” I just throw a kidding   word to him. In deep from my heart an not allowed my husband accept a polygamy in his life. We are laughing with this conversation  about Chaterine a women from London, Dianne and Nuria Gonzalez from Spain  who is falling in love with my husband before I meet him.

TO BE CONTINUE…

22 September 2012

Through D Eyes Story 2: PREPARED BREAKFAST


I was sat beside him while waiting him finished his dinner. He don’t like I leave him alone while he was eating though I don’t eat.  I like to see my husband eat what I cooked for him. He always said my food is not bad.  Am really felt full of appreciation from him.
After he finished a dinner as usual he continues sat in front of his laptop. I never was disturbing him. Before I go to a bed I will make sure kitchen must be cleaned. Suddenly I heard snoring comes from room. He is falling asleep so early tonight? Now this is a time I can continue write a note in my new iPad.
What should I write? Work?  Personal? I never write my past personal life either in a piece of paper or dairy. Now I had a new iPad so it is easy to write anything because of advanced  technology now day. I feel want to write something about myself, husband and my second marriage.
I started to move my fingers to find a ‘Notes’ in iPad and started to write what happen tonight with my husband, new frying pan and new   iPad.
Time now is past two o’clock in a morning. My eyes still not feeling asleep because of a new iPad. I have told myself I still have a time tomorrow because of weekend and public holiday for  Christmas Celebrations. I can spend more time with my new iPad.
In a dark night, my husband started snoring maybe he so tired along day working and tonight whether is cold after raining a day. I heard his soft snoring my ears feel good sound and makes me feel asleep too. I put aside my iPad and lay beside him on bed.
Sunrise up! I heard a big voice in Igbo language talking with someone on phone. It is really disturbing my dreams that I not remember to write it here. Am rushing wokeup because I knew he will going out as usual. I should prepare breakfast but I have no idea what to cook this morning.
“Honey, what do you want to eat?” I asking him.
“Anything. I want to go out see my friend today.”
“What time?”
“Around eleven thirty.”
I rushing stood up from bed and find my wrist watch. I only have an hour to prepare him breakfast. I never missed to prepared breakfast   every day   when we together going out every morning. I always  late arrive office because preparing breakfast as my routine.
Today is Saturday, am off from worked. What should I cook? I have no idea. Then I see the ripe banana left a few pieces. Now I got an idea to make `cekodok  pisang’ is similar like ‘Akara’  in Igbo language as a Nigerian dish. It means something mixed it with a flour, salt, sugar and fried it. Delicious eat when it is hot. Even it is not exactly Nigerian food but Cekoduk seems like Akara too.
“Honey I will make you a cekodok”
“I don’t want cekodok today. No need to take breakfast because I don’t have enough time. I want to prepared myself to go out.”
“But still have a time.” I try to hold him. Then I rushed washed my face without taking a bath do a breakfast faster as I can to make sure he can take his breakfast at home.
While he ironing his own shirt and take his bath, I already bake my cekodok flour and fried it with my new frying pan. Then I boiled a  water while a cekodok fried in heat oil and a few minutes drink is ready. He like a bread then Malay dish, so I make two set of bread   added with margarine already prepare for him. That’s my talent in a kitchen very fast to preparing a food.
This morning he had breakfast with cekodok and bread.
“It is  soft  your  cekodok  this morning. Is it less flour?” he complains.
“Yeah sometimes, but still good test rite?.” His agreed and shaking his head. Am smile in heart.
While he want to going out I asked him to buy me a women pad at a shop.
“How much it cost?”
“It is not costly not less five ringgit.” He touched   his pocket pans searching his wallet then take door key and going out.
A few minutes later a door   was opened. He took off his shoes   and   shown   me label of  Kotexs  pad to make sure it is a correct this as I ordered.
“Went I want to buy this pad a two women looking at me like a shocked.”
“Why?” I  was asking him.
“Maybe they think I was not married. Looking at me up and down because I bought a women pad early morning.” He was laughing.
That’s my husband. For me he looked handsome even have a black skin with short curly hairs because he is an African man. He is six feet tall. Have a soft spoken and looked cool and wise man. Everybody in this community apartment ten floors really likes him. He is only African man who stayed in Muslim community here and married with a  Malay women.

TO BE  CONTINUE…

19 September 2012

Through D Eyes Story 1: FRYING PAN


My hubby bought me a new frying pan last night after  I  was crying because cannot cooked. I lost a pan when i put at the back kitchen to dry it after finished cooked. Sometimes we always arguing a small thing in life but at the end we get the final decision.
Like tonight, he bought me a new frying pan at IOI Mall. He drove a car alone after meet him friends just want to buy a frying pan for me with him patience before the Mall was closed.
Am   so appreciate it when receiving him call suddenly.
 "Honey, I already bought you a new  frying   pan soon I reach home and please cook Maggi mee  tonight  am  hungry now."
I felt sympathy of him because   try to fulfill my needs even he don’t have much money. But he still thinking my pan is more important than his stomach! Even though i actually can cook use a pot as alternative way to cook! But I don’t like because the mee will stick at  bottom of pot and difficult to washed it out.
When he reached home am still with my new  iPad in a room and ignored him. With my side seeing he put a new pan on floor with bunch of shirt that he took from laundry shop.
"Honey when you want to cook? I bought you a new frying pan now but u still working with your iPad.Other  people also have an iPod but still can cook," he is nagging.
My husband really hungry now! So I put aside my   iPad and took a new frying pan he bought and go to a kitchen. In a short time food is ready to serve while he in front of his laptop. Now my turn to call him many times  after  prepared the food. That is it! Sounds   like hungry much but his laptop make him delayed to eat.
"Fasterlah... don’t let the Maggi mee I cooked is cold," I try to force him.
"Waitlah....food still hot," he answered me with his slangar followed Malaysian English speaking.
My husband like to eat something hot so do I.
"You don’t eat?" he asking me.
"I had my dinner."
"How do you cook without a frying pan?" he asking me while he mouth full bunch of Maggie mee.
"I can’t eat Maggie mee anymore so I eat chicken curry that I kept it last four days in freeze. I heat it on pot and cook a   rice. Am full now." he just listening my explanation about our different  throat tonight.

TO BE CONTINUING…