To me there is a mile of difference between lelaki luar biasa and a suami luar biasa.
My husband wasn’t a lelaki luar biasa. I dare say that because he wasn’t the romantic type. Generous, maybe. Compassionate, most definitely. Likeable to everyone. But never quite romantic.
But as far as being a husband is concerned, I do honestly think that he is a suami luar biasa. And I’m not saying this just because he’s an avid reader of my blog (probably my only real fan!) but because it’s the truth and nothing but the truth (over sangat I know!).
My husband is the type who helps around. Alot. Which is the reason why I don’t feel the pressing need to hire a maid, save for a temp who could help around with major cleaning once in a while. But for the most part of our married life so far, he plays his role as a husband really well, and doesn’t expect me to play the role of the doting traditional wife with me also working and everything.
As the cherry on top, he’s very supportive of my breastfeeding efforts and he’s really great with children and even better with our own kid.
Not only that, he is still the kind, compassionate man I married and still as generous as ever. If he had to spend every last penny on his back to make me the happiest woman on earth, he would.
So, last weekend, he woke us all up really early on Saturday morning, insisting that we had to get out of the house by 8.30. I mean, come on please. So early on Saturday morning? And he wouldn't tell where we were going! Much as I loved spontaneous outings, I know I wouldn’t enjoy it enough if I wasn’t at least a tad bit prepared (i.e. if spontaneous meant we were going to the beach or something).
I was about to make a thousand excuses but decided not to when I saw how serious he was.
After packing Luqman’s food and EBM (because my husband INSISTED that I take a break from direct feeding and should just enjoy the day without having to worry about being a “tap” and that it was inappropriate for me to breastfeed where were going) and asking a thousand times whether I was dressed appropriately enough for wherever it was we were heading to (sekali pergi kenduri takkan nak pakai jeans, right?), he drove us out of the house.
He headed for LDP. And then, he turned into a junction which I know would lead to Jaja’s house. But it isn’t my birthday, nor is it my baby shower, nor am I in the know of any celebration of any kind, so I was kind of confused.
Then, after some wrong turnings, we finally came to Jalan Tiga – at Rosena SPA!
Yes, my husband drove us all out so early in the morning so that I could spend the day at the spa.
Alone. No interruptions. Just me, red roses to kick off the mood, some soothing music, a long and much needed pampering session and time to not think about anything. AT ALL.
As you would have guessed, I had the TIME OF MY LIFE!
Those 4-5 hours just lying down on the bed, getting my treatments done was just absolute bliss!
My husband may not have been the knight in shining armour I was hoping for while we were dating. But he sure is my suami luar biasa. And mine and mine alone (hopefully forever).
I couldn’t ask for a better partner, a better friend, a better protector or a better husband.
And I count my blessings for that.
Bak kata Mama, “Lucky Daughter, Five Star Menantu”.