AND HER NAME IS AISHAH MUNIRAH..part 1
It was going to rain.As I was looking outside the window I cherish all the memories and scene I face in life.It seems as 
if my life was too experienced to be experienced by unexperienced people unless they want to feel the experience experiencely.Many times in life I face the same plot everyday; Idle,then being shocked by some unexpected purpose,then the struggle,and finally the “not as expected”. I sighed as I caress Kitty sitting on the table next to the window.
“DAMN!!!” suddenly fell a little girl from no where (this is bcoz I was dreaming) onto the floor about 5 meters ahead.She was struggling to pick herself up just in time I came to the rescue.
“Are u okay?” I shrugged her shoulders as if waking her up.Her body is weak.Her face is pale.She was panting and looks desperate.
“U fell like a rock..arghh..” I picked her up onto my shoulders and straight into my home.Not so heavy,really..
Inside,I lay her down in bed and boiled some water.I washed a clean cloth and spread it over her forehead.Then I wrapped her legs in my own blanket.She was still panting but obedient. (obedient?)
“It’s raining outside..are u okay?” She remain breathing uncontrollaby but getting a bit better.
“Hmm..I guess u fell together with the rain,hehe..didn’t see u coming actually..”
“Ahh…,” the girl finally sighed, “I’m okay..” trying hard to continue her words.
“U stay here,okay..do u have a name?” a second later I blame myself being foolish asking that question as if the girl was an alien.
“Aii..aiishahh..aishah muni…rahh..uhuk!” She coughed and at that direct moment I fetched a glass of coke and hand it to her.At the same time I was surprised to hear such a Malay name in my country.
“Aishah,Munirah..nice name..just like u..” I lend my hand to her as to help her holding the glass.
She smiles,”Thank u..”
Days go on as me and Aishah lived together happily in my small house.My life changes as I no longer stay by the window everyday looking outside,smoking cigar and looking back at the past.She really can cook,just after a few lessons and drills from me (single men cook better).She makes the house everyday and gave a new look each time she does it.
“I once was in architecture,u know..” she whispered as we both lie down outside the house,on the deck she just designed a day ago.
“Really?”
to be continued..
