*This entry was written on 13th August 2009 in my old blog, "Wan's Upon A Time", and the incident took place... a long time ago, in the nineties.
Found and Lost
I am told repeatedly by my aunt, who lives on the island, that I have a cousin, whom I have never met, living near my area on the mainland. She gives me a complete description of this supposedly first cousin of mine and her husband. I keep that in mind for quite some time but forget altogether once other things came up.
First of all, I must admit that I am not close to some of my paternal aunts and uncles, let alone their offspring. I am closer to my mother's side though... but then, aren't we all?
One morning, when I was buying breakfast at my neighbourhood coffee-shop, I chanced upon two couples having their meals there. By the look of one of the men in his flying suit, I recognized immediately they were servicemen at the nearby air force base. Aah, a pilot! One of the ladies seemed familiar, but I just could not recall where I have met her though. I turned away but looked again just in luck to notice her name-tag pinned to her BSN kebaya. It was a 'Wan S' or so... I did not know what to expect but suspected they were the people I'm looking for, so I asked the shop's owner, hoping that he could shed some lights to my curiosity. I asked him if that pilot's name could be one Major so and so and he confirmed my suspicion to be true. I felt my heart pounding fast for nothing. I was debating inside me...to approach them or not.
I composed myself, and found my way to their table, gave my salam and enquire whether the person I was asking for was really Wan S. In unison, the four of them answered, 'yes!'. And...as it has been my nature, when laughing comes easy, so I giggled first! Well, I wasn't into that 'jejak kasih' episode in my life just yet! Hahaha. Wan S stood and held out her hand to salam mine, while I introduced myself. We hit like a spark instantly once she said she know who I am, but quickly fizzled out when the moment just felt awkward! We were looking at each other more - smiling and giggling, and with minimal words to offer ourselves. I did not know what to say; nor did she. And I couldn't bring myself to hug her like I used to do with my maternal first cousins. Our conversation was cut short because my long-lost cousin had to go to work. Thrusting her name card into my hands and telling me to drop by her house that evening, she left. I learned later, her husband was not a Major but a half-Colonel. Some information I got from my aunt!
When I reached her place that evening with my hubby, her house was so bare. She told me, that it was their last night there as they were moving to Kuantan the following day. I felt a twinge inside me suddenly. Just when I got to know my cousin and got along very well, she was to leave for good. And that was it. Bak kata orang dolo-dolo, 'berjumpa untuk berpisah' ! Aduhai... And all these while, she was living a mere two minutes from me.
Before bidding her farewell, I didn't have to gather my strength to hug her - it came naturally. She returned my hug with tears welling in her eyes, but a flash flood rushed down from mine. *updated: hehehehe - now I can laugh at my silly cengengness! laalalalaa...
If only I adhered to my aunt's urge of finding Wan S sooner, this would not have happened...I just don't know when I will see her again... (For the record, my uncle and Wan S's mother are divorced - that explains our distant).
In the car, my other half said, Wan S and I are like two peas in a pod! Of course we are. We carry the same name of our grandfather and the names of our forefathers... No wonder she looked familiar!
Updated 28th May 2011:
Wan S, is Shelly to all of us in the Wan clan. Perhaps, in my coming entries, I might want to blog about our fathers' penchants for omputih names for their children especially the girls.
And here, wishing you guys, A Nice Weekend, is