..To love does not mean to have the person you love…

I visited a friend’s blog only to learn that she has been heart broken recently. For that I have a love story to share.

My dear husband- Mon, lost his dear cousin recently. Nani - 27  years old, died of some after birth complications  of her second child. The first child was still born about a year ago. Thank god, the second child albeit a month premature, survived and now is 3 weeks old.

Of all mon’s cousins, I found Nani approachable and friendly. When Mon received a call telling him that Nani had passed away, we imidietly rushed to Jelai - where Nani’s parents resides. We left Bangi at about midnight and reached jelai about 2 am . Along the journey, I could see Mon is lost in his own world, we nearly missed the exit to North-South Highway and we actually missed the exit to Ayer Keroh and went straight to Merlimau instead.

Some of close relatives have already arrived when we reached Jelai. Nani’s grandfather was reciting Al-Quran by her side, and her husband was blankly staring at her body. I guessed he must have run out of tears. Once in a while, he will wiped his tears, and touched his wife’s cold feet. Nani’s parents were somewhere in the house, lost in their own thoughts.

After Subuh prayers, an announcement was made by the Imam and neighbours started to come. Families were busy making arrangements for the funerals. I could no longer see Mon’s around as he was busy helping with the police report and stuff. The parents insisted to prepare the jenazah at home. Once everything is ready, before the jenazah was taken to the mosque for prayers, her family members were given the opportunity to look at her, kiss her one last time. 

Started with the father, mom, and siblings then came the husband. He sat by her side, stared at her, full of love as if telling her, that she will do fine, and he will missed her terribly, he then touched her forehead, making sure, her tudung covered her hair fully, he touched her cheeks taking his own time, looking at the woman who he married and gave birth to his son. He then kissed her, before he was drown in his own tears by her side. It was a very sad and emotional moments.

I used to asked mon, will he remarry if I died, and Mon would answer me with a stare which I translated to a definite YES. But I realize that, even if that happened I know that Mon will always love me, as much as i love him.

Being in love does not necessarily means being or having the person you love with you. If it was not meant to be, it was just not meant to be. To love does not means to have the person you love...