I had the most painful weekend, with the most painful moment being the night I arrived (actually, the morning after, but it was around 4 a.m., so I'll still say it's night time. I experienced the most painful abdominal pain I have ever experienced, and we went to the emergency room where the doctor diagnosed that I still had a lot of bacteria in my urine from last week, even though I had already finished my antibiotics. The doctor also gave me a surprise of which I will write about another time.

Dear husband was so supportive and sweet to drive me to the hospital in the middle of the night (morning?) and take care of me all weekend. Last night when the pain recurred, I was in tears and he massaged my whole body to help me relax. It didn't even matter to him that he was supposed to be sleeping at that time. Whenever I made a single movement, he would wake up and ask "Are you alright? Are you in pain?"

The emergency room was really creepy, too. Not because of the atmosphere, but because they had Kak Limah's voice singing "Enjit.. Enjit semut.. Siapa sakit naik atas..." Seriously, in the middle of the night with only a few people around, and it being so quiet and all! I felt like I was actually in a ghost film, and we ended up laughing when the song played the second and third time.

And today when I really wanted to have a mango he plucked two mangoes from the neighbour's tree (luckily he is so tall; and the neighbour said we can take the mangoes anytime we want), which I thought was the sweetest thing a guy has ever done for me ever.

Most of the weekend we cuddled and talked.

Today at the bus station I was emotional because he did not want to have dinner with me; he just wanted to accompany me while I, alone, eat. He offered to share a dish with me but I said no, and that I wanted us to have a dish each. I was getting teary-eyed then so he finally agreed. Of course, we had five minutes to eat and then I had to catch the bus, so we could not finish neither the food nor the drinks. He was angry when I did not want to start eating until his dish arrived, because he did not want me to miss the bus, so I cried about that too.

So we ended up wasting a lot of food, of which I can only say, I should have agreed to share one dish with him.

Obviously, being emotional has never proven anyone right - it usually makes things worse. Emotions rarely ever come at the right time, do they?

Now I am on my way back to KL and am missing him badly, and I feel bad for being emotional. He even apologized for being angry even though it is my fault.

I know all of these situations are normal for married couples, but I have always been on my own and it is my first time feeling like someone loves me and is taking care of me, and I have never felt so complete and not so alone anymore, and no one has ever loved me this much before or taken care of me to this extent before, and maybe I'm emotional but I don't want all of this to end, ever.

I love you, husband. Take care.